Loving a virtuous wife: The president of the milk dog stands aside

There were a new batch of clerks in the store, and Song Qingyin didn't accept taking up personal time for a long time, so the store resumed its original business status.

"Not bad, there are quite a lot of people." Meng Meili, who was looking at the queue, couldn't help but sigh with emotion, then said after a pause, "It's just that there are a lot fewer male customers this time, and it can be said that there are almost not many of them."

Song Qingyin froze slightly.

Most of the male customers added her WeChat account and sent her some boring messages, and she politely replied with two or three sentences before deleting them.

She thought it was probably because of this reason that there were so few male customers, so she didn't take it too seriously, let alone thought that Shao Tingxun was playing tricks behind the scenes again.

It's just that after another few days, not only did the male customers disappear in the store, but there were also a lot fewer female customers.

Comparing the turnover of the previous few days, Song Qingyin's eyes drooped, thoughtful.

Turning around, Meng Meili lay on the chair and turned to look at her, "Qingyin, why don't you talk to them about how you met Mr. Shao? If you don't talk about them, you won't be interested. Look at our business... ..."

Song Qingyin glared at Meng Meili, who couldn't help but shut up.

After a long time, Song Qingyin said calmly, "There will be more people after a while."

Meng Meili had a meal.

Although she didn't know why, she knew that Song Qingyin was smart, so she must have an idea in her heart when she said this.

The clerk here is still reporting the situation in the store to Shao Tingxun every day.

"Boss Shao has no business in Ms. Song's store today, and nothing special."

Lack of business? !

Shao Tingxun frowned.

The next day, there were more customers in Song Qingyin's shop again.

Meng Meili rushed towards Song Qingyin excitedly.

"Qingyin, you said that there will be more people in the store in a while, and it will take a while, and there will be more people today."

Song Qingyin couldn't help but paused. The reason why she said that the store's business would improve in a while was because she was confident in her divination ability.

In addition, in order to keep some foodies, the desserts in her shop are purchased by herself. In addition, she spent a lot of effort to buy the recipes for the tea drinks. Although there is no business these days, she doesn't want to use them. In a few days, customers will come back.

It's just that it's much earlier than expected.

After a while, Meng Meili, who came back from the outside, looked at her with a mysterious expression.

"Qingyin, I understand why the number of customers in the store has increased dramatically. Look at that new store."

Speaking of which, Meng Meili looked in the direction pointed, and saw a notice posted outside the store.

"Customers who consume at Yuncha House can enjoy a [-]% discount in our store with the receipt."

Song Qingyin's expression froze, and she walked towards the opposite side, "Where's your boss?"

At this moment, Song Qingyin's face was sullen.

The clerk couldn't help but pause, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

At this time, a good-looking man came over, "Miss, what do you need from me?"

Song Qingyin's expression was slightly stagnant, she thought it was Shao Tingxun's intervention this time, but...

"Why do you want to do this?" Song Qingyin pointed to the notice at the door, "This cooperation is a win-win situation. Miss, the business in the shop must be good today, right?"

Seeing that Song Qingyin remained silent, the man frowned slightly, "Did I cause you unnecessary trouble by doing this? If you don't mind, I'll have someone tear up that piece of paper right away."

"No need." Song Qingyin hurriedly said, "Boss really thank you for bringing customers to my store this time."

The man's smile deepened, "Miss, you are welcome."

After Song Qingyin left, the man immediately called Shao Tingxun.

The business in the store gradually stabilized, and Song Qingyin wanted to meet the old god stick.

"What are you doing here?" The old god stick saw her look repelled.

"Come here to see you, look what I brought you, your favorite wine! There are also a lot of delicious food!" Song Qingyin shook her hand, then put down the things in her hand.

The old god stick's face was still as cold as ice, "Take the things away and leave from here, you are not welcome here."

Song Qingyin paused, then flirted with the old god stick pretending to be indifferent, "Why are you so fierce, old god stick, I brought some things here anyway, and they are all your favorite."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?!" The old god stick angrily raised his voice a lot.

Looking down at the things Song Qingyin put on the ground, the old magic stick kicked hard.

"Take your crap and get out!"

Song Qingyin looked at the things scattered on the ground, her expression darkened uncontrollably, "Don't be angry with me, okay, I know I was wrong."

It's just that the old magic stick didn't want to pay attention to her, and went straight back to the house, closing the door firmly.

And she was waiting outside the door.

After a long time, she returned to the house that belonged to her before.

At dinner time, she deliberately cooked a large table of dishes herself, and knocked on the door of the old god stick.

"It's getting dark, old man, it's time for dinner."

Hearing her voice, the old magic stick in the room couldn't help shouting, "Why are you still here, why don't you go back?"

Song Qingyin pushed the door open and entered thickly, and pulled the old magic stick out of the room.

"If I don't go back, I'll stay here at night."

The old magic stick shook off her hand, "Live here? Is this your home?"

"Old god stick, isn't your home my home?" Song Qingyin was courageous, still thick-skinned.

But the old magic stick didn't give her face, "Don't post it so cheekily, I don't know you well!"

"boom--"

Song Qingyin prepared for several hours, but the old magic stick fell all over the ground.

"Old magic stick!" Song Qingyin looked at the old magic stick in shock.

Then I saw the old magic stick going around her room again, took out her things one by one, and threw them outside the door.

"Old man, what are you doing, this is mine."

Song Qingyin anxiously tried to grab the old stick.

"You also said that it's your stuff, what are you doing with your stuff in my house, tell you, get out of here."

"Old God Stick, don't do this." Song Qingyin held the hand of the Old God Stick tightly and pleaded, but this made the Old God Stick even more angry.

"Okay, don't you want to go out? I'll call right now and ask Shao Tingxun to pick you up. "

"No—don't, I have already separated from him, the old god stick."

The old god stick felt even tighter in his chest, and took a deep breath, "I said why did you come back today? It turned out that you were separated from him. I told you from the beginning, don't be with that kid, but you didn't listen to me. Advise, now I regret it and want to come back, there is no way!"

As soon as he tried hard, the old magic stick raised his hand and pressed the phone, "Hello, can I trouble you to come here? There are people disturbing the people here."

Soon the police arrived.

"Old sir, do you really not know this lady?"

"I don't know, please take this person away." After a pause, the old god stick looked at Song Qingyin's face with a cold face, "Remember to take things away, or throw them to the homeless outside."

In this way, Song Qingyin entered the detention center abruptly.

After coming out, Song Qingyin ran back to the residence of the old god stick, but did not enter the door to disturb, but waited at the door.

She knew that this old magic stick could see her too.

After a day or two.

"Mr. Song, that girl of yours has been standing at your door for two or three days, so you really don't want her to come in and sit down."

The old god stick had a cold face, "She can stand if she likes, it has nothing to do with me."

"Your old man is stubborn."

"I think she is still standing outside at night. How can you say that her body can bear it?"

The neighbor was persuading the old magic stick when someone rushed in the door.

"Old man Song is not well, your girl has fainted."

The old magic stick's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed out the door.

in the hospital.

"The patient caught a cold and had a high fever of almost [-] degrees, and it would be useless if it was later."

Although the old god stick was angry, he was also soft-hearted.

Song Qingyin woke up with a pale complexion, and smiled softly at the first sight with the old god stick, "Old god stick, you still worry about me, look, you sent me to the hospital."

"Don't think too much, I will bring anyone who faints in front of my house to the hospital."

"Don't be angry, old man? Or I'll go to your door and stand every day until you're no longer angry."

"You..." The old god stick was deeply depressed, but Song Qingyin acted like a rascal, he was no longer surprised.

After being discharged from the hospital, Song Qingyin took the old magic stick to meet the adopted child.

But as soon as he saw the child, the old magic stick rushed forward with a fit of temper.

"After you and Shao Tingxun separated, he didn't even want a child?!"

Song Qingyin's eyes darkened, and Meng Meili hurriedly explained, "Grandpa, you misunderstood, this is Qingyin's adopted child."

Adopted child? !

The old magic stick has not stopped paying attention to Song Qingyin.

He couldn't understand why Song Qingyin gave birth to Shao Tingxun's child and adopted another?
Seeing his doubts, Meng Meili just whispered into the old god stick's ear and explained, "Qingyin's child died in an accident, and now this child is adopted."

Deeply startled, the old god stick looked at Song Qingyin and sighed deeply, feeling distressed for a while.

At this time, the child in the crib reached out and grabbed the hand of the old god stick, as if to ease this strange and stiff relationship.

Meng Meili smiled and said, "Grandpa, it seems that the baby likes you very much."

Seeing the child grabbing his hand and giggling at him, the old god stick unconsciously showed a smile on his face.

"Grandpa, why don't you give him a hug." Meng Meili suggested again with a smile.

Although the old godstick liked the child in his heart, his face was still tense, "Forget it, an old man like me is afraid of scaring the child."

"Wow—" As if he could understand the words of the old god stick, the child who was giggling just now burst into tears.

The old magic stick couldn't help lowering his face, and his words were a bit sarcastic, "This kid is really smart, he will cry when he says it."

Meng Meili picked up the child, "Hey, my little ancestor, don't cry."

The old magic stick who was watching from the side frowned, and snatched the child from Meng Meili's arms.

"How can you hold a child like this? Look at me and learn from it."