Zhutian Film and Television: Happiness starts from childhood

Chapter 85 Your ex-wife is great
Song Qian laughed when she heard her daughter's words. She was willing to give the house directly to Zhao Hao, but now she had to disguise herself in front of her daughter and criticized with a smile:
"I know you have a good relationship with Zhao Hao recently, but you won't just let me waive the rent, right? Your Aunt Wenjie will also give me rent."

"Can we reduce the rent? Can we reduce his rent to the same as Aunt Wenjie's?" Qiao Yingzi boldly stood up for her boyfriend and took advantage of Song Qian.

Song Qian reached out and pinched Yingzi's cheek, and said with a gentle smile: "This is okay, no problem."

"Mom, I knew you were the best!" Qiao Yingzi smiled and hugged Song Qian.

"Go home and wash up and go to bed. You have to go to school tomorrow." Song Qian hugged her daughter's shoulders and patted her forehead lovingly.

Zhao Hao on the other side returned home and opened the packages in his hands one by one.

A pair of jogging shoes for myself, three lipsticks of different colors for three different women, and finally a dozen vinyl records.

He bought a record player with exquisite workmanship and good sound effects two days ago. However, it was difficult to find vinyl record stores, so he bought some of his favorites directly online and asked the store to mail them back for him.

In the early hours of the morning, in order not to disturb the neighbors, he could only resist the urge to listen to music, put the record next to the record player, turn off the lights and go back to the house to sleep.

the next morning.

Zhao Hao woke up naturally from his sleep. After washing, he came to the record player, put on a vinyl record, and listened to soothing and relaxing music, while walking to the kitchen to heat up steamed buns for himself.

After breakfast, Zhao Hao sat in the living room with a cup of hot tea and started working along with music.

Just after nine o'clock, Song Qian came to his house to check in on time.

When he opened the door and welcomed Song Qian into the room, Zhao Hao smiled and said to her, "Is it cold outside today? Why are you still wearing a windbreaker?"

Song Qian smiled calmly and took off her windbreaker instead of changing her shoes, revealing the outfit underneath.

Wearing a white shirt and a hip-hugging skirt, with Balenciaga's black silk wrapped around her legs, it would have really attracted the attention of people around her if she hadn't worn a windbreaker.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Song Qian took off her windbreaker and turned around in front of Zhao Hao and said.

It can be seen that she has been preparing for this moment for a long time. Not only did she put on exquisite makeup, but she also had her nails done. Her long hair was also very smooth, and she was even more fragrant.

"It's very beautiful." Zhao Hao said, hugging her waist, gently pulling her into his arms, lowering his head and sniffing gently, and asked: "You also smell so good, it makes people smell the mood. It will be much better."

Song Qian hugged his strong back with both hands, closed her eyes and smiled: "This is the perfume I bought specially, it smells good."

Zhao Hao raised the corners of his mouth, carried her into the living room, and placed her on the sofa.

When she heard the melodious sound in the house, Song Qian couldn't help but follow the sound and saw the record player that Zhao Hao had just bought.

She stood up curiously, walked to the record player in the corner, looked at the spinning vinyl records, and said with a silly smile:

"This is a record player. When I came to your house yesterday, I thought it was a stool with a vase on it."

Zhao Hao was preparing fruits and drinks for her in the kitchen at this time. He smiled when he heard her words:

"There are unopened vinyl records under the shelf. You can choose the one you like and listen to it. We have plenty of time today."

He was not in a hurry, and Song Qian was quite happy. After all, she had not fully digested what she ate yesterday.

She bent down and picked a record she liked, and completed the change of records under Zhao Hao's guidance.

When she heard the familiar music, Song Qian smiled happily, like an inexperienced girl.

She raised her head and looked at Zhao Hao, took the initiative to hug him, and said sweetly: "It would be great if we could stay in this state forever."

Zhao Hao held her slim waist with one hand and looked at her with a smile:
"It takes two people working together to maintain the original feeling and not let it deteriorate."

"I am willing to remain unchanged for the rest of my life, just stick in your arms and never leave for the rest of my life." Song Qian looked into Zhao Hao's eyes affectionately and said.

The two were speechless, their faces slowly approaching, Song Qian closed her eyes sensibly, and quietly waited for her to be kissed by her sweetheart.

"Ding Dong"

Just when Zhao Hao was about to kiss Song Qian, the doorbell suddenly rang, shattering the ambiguity in the room instantly.

"Who could it be at this time?" Zhao Hao looked helplessly at the door and said angrily.

"Could it be Fangyuan upstairs again?" Song Qian lay in his arms and asked tentatively.

Zhao Hao was helpless. He was not sure if it was Fangyuan upstairs knocking on the door. At the same time, he was hesitating in his heart whether he should pretend not to hear.

"Ding Dong"

The doorbell rang again, and Zhao Hao asked Song Qian to take her windbreaker and bag to hide in the bedroom, and then go to the room to find her after he had sent the visitors away.

Song Qian nodded in agreement, put away everything belonging to the second person in the living room, took it to Zhao Hao's room, and waited quietly for him to send the person away.

After confirming that she had entered the room, Zhao Hao opened the window, put on some of his strong perfume, and sprayed some air freshener to mix it up.

He walked to the door and looked through his eyes. This was not his upstairs neighbor. He was clearly Song Qian's ex-husband.

Zhao Hao, who was shocked, turned his head again and saw that Song Qian had already hid in the room. Then he opened the door and said to the people outside with a smile:
"Brother Wei Dong, hello. What kind of wind brought you here this morning?"

Qiao Weidong's face was warm, and although his eyes were still a little gloomy, he deliberately concealed them and did not show it too obviously.

"I passed by your house downstairs and wanted to come over and see what you were doing at home. I stopped by your house for a glass of water." Qiao Weidong said with a smile.

Zhao Hao smiled heartily when he heard this, let him into the house, and told him to order whatever he wanted, while he walked to the kitchen and poured him a cup of hot tea.

After putting on his slippers, Qiao Weidong walked into the room and looked around at the layout of the room and the furnishings at home. He felt that Zhao Hao was a person who paid attention to the quality of life.

When he found the record player still playing melodious melody in the corner, he couldn't help laughing and jokingly said:
"Okay, brother, you have arranged it very well. There is a vinyl record player playing music, and there are fruits and hot tea in the living room. I am even envious of you during the exam."

Zhao Hao, who came out of the kitchen with tea, smiled awkwardly and explained to him:

"I listen to music to find inspiration so that I can design an advertising plan for my clients. It's all for work."

Sitting on the sofa, Qiao Weidong sniffed and said with some confusion:
"Have you got a girlfriend? Why do you feel the smell of perfume?"

"Sister Song came here just now. She handed me the bill of water and electricity bills and took a look at the water seepage in the bathroom." Zhao Hao didn't blush when he lied.

"Song Qian?" Qiao Weidong's hand holding his water glass froze slightly when he heard this, but returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

He pretended to be calm and took the tea handed over by Zhao Hao, and spoke kind words for his ex-wife very affectionately:
"Song Qian is a strong person. Sometimes her words are not very pleasant, but she is not a bad person. In fact, she is still warm-hearted at heart. Please be more considerate of her."

"No, your ex-wife is great and we get along very happily." Zhao Hao said with certainty.

(End of this chapter)