Qin Songyao almost wanted to laugh after hearing this.
It was really hard for him to think about this even after he left in such a hurry last night.
She raised her chin and said, "There is just a change of clothes inside."
The servant laughed dryly: "Then...it was also bought with the Bo family's money, right?"
After saying that, she quickly lowered her head when she met Qin Songyao's smiling eyes.
Qin Songyao tidied his hair and asked with a smile: "The change of clothes also belongs to the Bo family. I keep them all. Can Bao Siyan wear them or what?"
The servant thought carefully.
Probably feeling that it was really difficult for Bo Siyan to deal with those personal clothes, the servant gave way to Qin Songyao and let Qin Songyao pack away the things.
Even clothes are taken care of, let alone other things.
The driver looked twice and showed no intention of giving away any money.
Qin Songyao pulled up the lever and stepped out of the door with high heels.
She has legs and can walk out of Bo's house.
All the way out of the villa area, she took a taxi and went to Zhen Wenwen's small apartment.
Zhen Rouwen opened the door and knew what was going on by the look on her face. She stood at the door with her hands on her hips and began to greet Bao Siyan's father, what kind of shit was born to him!
Qin Songyao let her play freely for three minutes, checked the time on her watch, and then poked her belly.
"what?"
"Honey, can you let me in first? My ankles are cold."
Zhen Rouwen lowered her head and let out a cry.
In March, I saw Qin Song's naked legs wearing crystal hats, a classic little black skirt, and a beige windbreaker.
Divorce is divorce, dignity remains.
She clapped her hands and got out of the way, "Very good, in good condition."
Qin Songyao finally entered the door, placed his luggage in a familiar manner, sat down and rubbed his feet.
Zhen Rouwen asked her, "What do you plan to do in the future?"
Qin Songyao pointed at himself, "Are you still afraid that I will starve to death?"
Of course not.
Although Miss Qin San is not favored, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
What's more, she graduated from a first-class film school. If it weren't for her marriage, with her excellent professional skills and a face destined not to be a passerby, even if she wasn't famous, she wouldn't be unknown.
"Are you still acting?" Zhen Wenwen gave her a pair of soft-soled slippers.
Qin Songyao straightened up, with his long hair spread behind him, and said casually: "You forgot, I can no longer face the camera."
Zhen Wenwen was stunned, knowing she had made a mistake, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "It's okay, you play the piano so well, you can dance, and you know three foreign languages, why can't you do it?"
She then added: "Besides, Bo Siyan has to give you divorce compensation, right?"
Although Qin Songyao mentioned it in the divorce agreement, she did not put her hopes for the rest of her life on others. Since she was going for divorce, she had to have a solid foundation.
She shook her head: "I have to find a part-time job first, and wait until Qin Chen's college entrance examination is over before I can make the next step."
Zhen Wenwen knew that Qin Songyao's only remaining relative was his younger brother. He had endured all these years not only because of his true love for Bo Siyan, but also because of Qin Chen. The old man of the Qin family had just grasped her lifeline, and he had to blackmail her into begging every time.
Bo Siyan takes care of things.
"Okay, don't worry, let's rest for a couple of days and the sisters will take care of you." Zhen Rouwen put down the water glass and patted her chest.
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Bao Siyan was on a business trip, as if he had died somewhere else. For three or four days in a row, all the divorce agreements issued by Qin Songyao came to nothing.
She had no choice but to focus on finding a part-time job.
night
She sat alone at the table, memorizing two old songs and preparing to keep them for the interview.
Suddenly, a phone call came in.
Her thoughts were interrupted, and she couldn't help but feel irritated. She picked it up and saw that it was still the landline phone of Bo Mansion.
"Hello?"
"Madam, the young master is back."
Qin Songyao was speechless, "Does it have anything to do with me?"
The servant choked and said, "The young master is drunk. He doesn't like to drink the hangover soup we made."
"If you don't like drinking, don't drink. How can he be drunk to death even though he's so strong?" She was suddenly interrupted halfway through recording the music score, which made her irritated.
He is used to it, so the hangover soup is not milk tea!
"Qin Songyao." The voice, soaked in wine, was cold and hoarse, and suddenly came from the other end of the phone, calling her.