The next day, Ji Xinyao, Song Lucun, Kong Youli, and Ye Kaiyang left the Island of Love on a yacht.
As soon as they boarded the pier on the other side, Kong Youli and Ye Kaiyang parted ways. Song Lucun called his subordinate's phone number and asked where to buy the office desk and chairs.
"Mr. Song, we usually order directly from the picture album, which saves time. How about we send the picture album to you?"
Song Lucun didn't want to save time, he just wanted to waste time and energy, making Ji Xinyao feel that this was not a simple effort, but that he was working hard to help her.
"Just tell me your address, nothing else is necessary."
"Okay, please wait a moment. I'll check it right now and put it in your inbox later, okay?"
"Can."
Soon, Song Lucun received the message, which contained a long list of addresses.
"Let's go to Century Building on Changqing Street."
The two of them took the show crew's car and found a place selling office supplies. There were many finished products and materials for customers to choose from.
Ji Xinyao explained the purpose of her visit, and showed the salesperson photos of her home, asking the salesperson to recommend tables and chairs that fit the decoration style.
"Ms. Ji, what do you think of this? The color matches the hardwear in your photo, and the style is also very simple and fashionable."
Ji Xinyao turned her attention to Song Lucun, "Do you think it's suitable? Does it look too simple?"
"I think...it looks pretty good. The desks are all similar, right? This one is somewhat designed."
Ji Xinyao nodded, suddenly leaned down and looked at the corner of the table.
"Eh? What is this?"
Song Lucun didn't see anything strange, so he bent down and got closer to her, following her gaze.
"What?"
"Doesn't this circle fit well with this table?"
"..." The salesperson was speechless and quickly explained, "Miss, this is for computer cables."
Only then did Song Lucun understand what she was talking about, and he immediately said to the salesperson, "She has never sat in an office, so she doesn't know that the design of the desk is normal."
After saying that, he turned back to look at Ji Xinyao, and then he realized that she was also looking at him.
The distance between the two people is too close.
So close that the tip of her nose seemed to be right in front of his eyes.
A pair of almond-shaped eyes stained with mist looked at him.
Ji Xinyao asked in a low voice, "Is this common sense? Would it be embarrassing if I didn't understand? The computer desks at Xijing University didn't look like this before."
The hot breath she breathed seemed to hit his face gently.
"You've been working as an NPC since graduation, right? You don't have the need for a computer to work. If I were to be an NPC, I wouldn't even know which secret passage I would have to go through. And don't you already know it now?" Song Lucun
Her tone was gentle, as if she was coaxing a child.
Suddenly, Ji Xinyao held his arm with both hands.
"Then you accompany me to see the chairs over there."
Song Lucun glanced at her hand holding his arm. Before he could stand up, he was pulled to the office chair area by her.
Is this a date?
Ji Xinyao always felt that the distance between the two of them was indeed too close.
"There are a lot of buttons on it, what do they mean?" Ji Xinyao used her skill of pretending to be stupid, stood on tiptoes, and asked in a low voice.
She grasped his arm with her hand, and also exerted gentle pressure.
Although it was just a trivial matter, Song Lucun felt as if he was useful in front of her.
"That button can adjust the seat into a recliner. But I don't recommend buying this one."
"Why? Doesn't this allow employees to rest more comfortably?"
"You need to recruit your employees immediately. If the other party sees this kind of chair, they will think that you are planning to make them 996. And you are just building a studio and don't need a few people. You can add some other soft furnishings to give employees a
A place to rest.”
Ji Xinyao nodded seriously, then offered Song Lucun's hand and looked at him innocently.
"Then help me choose which one is more suitable. Your vision is definitely right."
Being so affirmed by Ji Xinyao, Song Lucun's mood suddenly rose. Even if he didn't say anything, the audience could see his happiness in his eyes.
The spacing of the barrages became denser.
[Is Ji Xinyao starting to fish? I see that Mr. Song’s face turned red just now.]
[Mr. Song is already under good control. If I were relied on by a girl as powerful as Ji Xinyao, I might just run around downstairs. 】
[I have imagined it as a scene where a young couple chooses furniture, and their love turns into living together.]
In the camera, Song Lucun had already helped Ji Xinyao choose a suitable office chair, and then went to the computer mall with her to buy an office computer.
After a lot of work, it was finally noon. In order to thank Song Lucun for his help, Ji Xinyao invited him to have lunch at her home and plan the layout.
At 579 square meters, this house was indeed too big for Ji Xinyao to live alone. Song Lucun could understand the value of this house after just a quick glance.
Ji Xinyao definitely can't make that much money by being an NPC.
[Song Lucun: Suspicion +2, total mission progress: 22%]
The data has increased again.
Ji Xinyao lowered her eyelids and roughly guessed what Song Lu was suspicious of. Now she didn't want the figures to increase, but wanted them to drop.
So Ji Xinyao asked herself, "This place is very big, right? Thanks to Mr. Meng for giving it."
Song Lucun naturally knew that Mr. Meng was referring to Meng Shu.
The fact that she could say it without any hesitation just showed that the relationship between her and Meng Shu was open and above board.
"Meng Shu? Why did he give it to you?"
"Because my sister was seriously ill before he was recording the show, and I saved her, so he gave me a house as a thank you gift." She said this, and paused deliberately, "It's too detailed, and my sister definitely doesn't want me to say it, but
I can tell you secretly."
After Ji Xinyao finished speaking, she raised her toes again, leaned into Song Lucun's ear, and told the whole truth.
Song Lucun immediately laughed out loud.
"Mr. Meng is still the same as before," he commented.
"What are you doing the same way?" Ji Xinyao asked deliberately.
Song Lucun thought for a moment and said, "As always, I spend a lot of money."
The two looked at each other and laughed out loud.
Afterwards, the desks, chairs and computers were delivered to the door. Song Lucun chose a location in the side hall for the master to install them. Ji Xinyao ordered some food on her mobile phone and waited for it to be delivered to her door before going to work in the kitchen.
However, the person who rang the doorbell was not the personal butler who delivered the takeaway, but Song Zilian.
What's even more embarrassing is that this time it was Song Lucun who opened the door.
"The elevator requires a card, how did you get in?" Song Lucun looked at him sharply.
Song Zilian subconsciously touched the access card in his pocket. Of course he walked in openly.
But he was afraid of being scolded by Ji Xinyao, so he chuckled and said, "There is no place in the world that I want to go but can't go. I'm not here to find you, I'm looking for Ji Xinyao."