Raise your wife to be the richest man

Chapter 53 Your son is disfigured【For further reading】

I was concerned about privacy by a group of curious colleagues in the company.

Regarding the reason for Song Ci's beating, they had the following guesses: the overlord is hard on the bow, and the tiger is hard on the mountain!The bunting was spotted by the red flag!Or just get caught playing poker.

Everyone is eating from the pot, looking at the people in the bowl, it is hard to believe that other men are not like this, pushing others by themselves, others can't do it at all.

On Song Ci's back were scapegoats one by one, like barnacles on a turtle's back, which couldn't be shaken off.

Although they didn't say anything to Song Ci, everyone's mobile phones flew up, there were several people in one company, and dozens of groups in one company.

Enterprise units, there is no secret.

Your good friends also have their own good friends. When sharing your story, everyone will eat melons silently, for fear that the melons will be too short to be enjoyable.

It's too short, and you can't even eat melons.

"To be honest, I also have a tiger at home, but I dare not treat me like this." Song Ci went to the bathroom, and Brother Wang and Third Brother talked quietly.

The third brother also looked up at the direction of the toilet.

"I've only been slapped on the subway." The third brother looked at everyone who was surprised, and explained: "I met an unreasonable woman."

Several people did not believe him.

I only get slapped on the subway, I am afraid that someone will find out something.

"Under what circumstances would you be slapped like this?" Fat Brother couldn't figure it out.

His own personal experience is that when he was reading a magazine at home, he bullied his younger brother while studying the magazine, and was slapped by the elder brother who entered the door.

Obviously the elder brother himself is the same, he didn't do anything.

"If you ask me, I must have made some request that the partner refused to agree to, and then I was beaten." Brother Ming thought it was Lu Chi's problem.

He has encountered it himself.

Not all paths can be followed.

Several people whispered, chatted and gossiped, and ate small melons.

Song Ci in the bathroom was holding his mobile phone, concentrating on playing a small game, habitually playing small games to go to the toilet, and when he stretched out his hand, he realized that there was no tissue.

Song Ci:? ?

After confirming several times, it was true that there were no more tissues. Song Ci felt in his pocket and cried out inwardly.

This is the public restroom on the floor. The company is not very big. There is a kitchen, but there is no toilet, and the toilets are all in the public restroom.

The next moment, Song Ci, who was listening to the footsteps, prayed that the buddy who came in would be next door to him.

As the footsteps approached, Song Ci sighed with emotion that there is no unparalleled road.

"Brother, I forgot to bring the paper, can I borrow some paper for the emergency." Song Ci knocked on the partition.

The neighbor didn't answer.

Song Ci knocked on the partition again.

Only then did I see the bottom of the partition, and a few pieces of toilet paper were handed over.

"Thank you!" Song Ci said.

"You're welcome!" The other party replied subconsciously.

Song Ci:?
Hearing this voice, Song Cizhi was almost frightened. It was clearly a men's room, but he actually heard a female voice.

I don't know if I'm hallucinating, Song Ci thought about it, even if the girl went wrong, it's better not to know.

It was the sound of the other party's sporadic diarrhea, which was a bit torturous.He could still hear a strange humming sound that shouldn't be from a boy, Song Ci quickly walked away, washed his hands, and ran back to the company.

How embarrassing!

In the company, I saw Song Ci coming back.

Everyone changed the subject tacitly, what to eat, what to play, how are you doing at work.

stiff!Not round at all.

Song Ci, who was sitting on the chair, knew it would be like this. In a company, everyone can talk about those things, probably gossip, and small companies still gossip.

"Song Ci, come here." Yuan Shao shouted at the door of the office.

With a promise, Song resigned from his office.

Sitting on the chair, looking at the picture sent by Yuan Shao, I feel that he is really efficient, and what I promised yesterday, I will finish it today.

"It's all from my family. I asked my dad to send me a copy. You can see if there are any suitable ones. If there are any, you can go and have a look. I will give you a discount on the rent." Yuan Shao handed him the teacup.

Local people will have some moderate investments, such as shopping mall stalls, market stalls, street facades, small buildings for rent, they have to live on these things, and most of the money is exchanged for these real estate.

Therefore, it is normal for locals to wear sandals, big pants, buy a car with hundreds of thousands in their pockets, and buy a house with millions in their backpacks.

Lots of cash.

"Really rich!" Song Ci sighed.

I took a sip of tea with my teacup, and then looked at the stalls. I couldn’t afford to rent a front door, so I chose a stall first. The cost would not be particularly high, and there was also a fixed location to do business.

The locals in Baiyun City are rich, and I heard about it a long time ago. It was the first time Song Ci found out that rich people were so close to him.

Yuan Shao shook his head: "What kind of money do you have? If you don't work hard to make money, you can only go home and inherit a few buildings, seven or eight facades, and a dozen stalls."

"You don't know, rent collection is very tiring!"

Song Ci: "."

Versailles.

The locals are also very rude.

Looking at the locations of the stalls, Song Ci chose a few locations and was going to have a look when the time came. After discussing this matter with Yuan Shao, Song Ci left, unwilling to listen to Yuan Shao's bragging.

He doesn't know how hard it is to collect rent, and how many people want to collect it, but there is no way to collect it anyway.

It's no wonder the boss is so capricious, it turns out it's because of the money.

"What are you looking for?" Fat Brother asked him.

Song Ci looked at the cartoons he drew before replying, "It's not a big deal to ask him for help."

The fat guy is getting more and more perverted.Started drawing those Beauty and the Beast.

Noticing Song Ci's expression, Fat Brother showed him the phone, looking at the pet transfer information, Song Ci had a question mark on his face.

"Look here!" Fat Brother pointed to one of the words.

Mark the time.

Song Ci: "."

isn't it?
"That's right!" Fat Brother sighed: "So I'm angry again!"

Song Ci: "."

So it's not popular because it's not perverted enough?
Some people can't understand this world. Fat Brother's words let him see to what extent morality has been dismantled.

It is difficult for normal people to understand.

Song Ci is just a normal person. For a moment, he didn't believe in love anymore, but he felt that the lower limit of a person can really be unlimited.

When shameless, the world has changed.

"To be happy in life is to have fun. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today." Fat Brother looked at him: "You don't know anything more perverted! What is this!"

After teaching Song Ci a lesson, he happily continued to draw manga. Judging from the current situation, it is time to put dozens of dabuliu in his pocket again.

Delicious.

Song Ci, who fished in troubled waters, continued to fish until the afternoon.

Originally, I thought that today would be wasted like this, but who knows that people are not as good as heaven, and Song Ci was about to get off work, and a call was made to his mobile phone.

Looking at the video call that popped up, Song Ci sat on a chair, thought about it, and clicked to connect.

But only half of his face was exposed.

The call is from my mother, who usually sends and sends messages, and occasionally makes videos.

Since leaving home, only my mother has called, my father is not worried about whether he will die outside, and no one else has called, but my sister will send a message.

"I sent you the things you mentioned. There is also a store in Baiyun City. You can go to the store and get them yourself. If you want me to send them to you." With half of his face on his face, he asked him suspiciously: "You can't see anyone, are you?"

Song Ci shook his head.

"Wait a minute, turn around!" She frowned and looked at him, and said seriously: "Tell you to turn around, are you deaf?"

Helpless, Song Ci had no choice but to turn his head.

It is not good that the mobile phone is expensive, and it is very clear.

"Ah, old Song, come quickly! Your son was beaten! His face was disfigured!" Song Ci's mother shouted.

Song Ci: "."

(End of this chapter)