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Chapter 809: The number one on the leaderboard is having trouble sleeping again tonight (11)

Song Zhishu first gave them 20 yuan to renovate the gloomy little house, but in fact, given their existing standards, they didn't need to spend so much on renovations.

Since the couple and her little villain liked this style, her requirement was a dark gothic style.

As we all know, economically developed places have the most diverse cultures and are full of curious people. She is not worried about no one coming. No matter what, it's better than the present, right?

However, after the renovations began, the store could not operate normally for about two weeks.

Song Zhishu gave the couple a temporary job: filming a mindless short drama. The husband had twisted his neck due to a stiff neck and would be able to move normally in a few days. The two were very attractive, and their oblivious, affectionate behavior made Song Zhishu think this job was perfect for them.

Then, she turned her gaze to Bian Yan, who looked utterly dejected.

Although his expression remained indifferent, Song Zhishu could tell that he was about to be overwhelmed by sadness.

He's so sad that he can no longer see his co-star to recharge his energy all the time.

I'm so sad that I haven't been able to go to work for half a month.

He didn't see the 27.5 yuan in the account as his own. That affection might not mean much to Xiao Song, but it was too heavy a burden for him to bear, and he wouldn't touch it.

So, his current savings amount to only 250 yuan. Ah, what an embarrassing number!

As he was blankly pondering what he could do for the next two weeks, a bright voice came straight at him.

“As for you,” Song Zhishu raised an eyebrow, her beauty unparalleled, “I sincerely invite you to be my personal assistant.”

Where is the sincerity?

Bian Yan immediately rejected the idea: "No."

Song Zhishu immediately rejected the idea, saying, "The refusal is invalid."

She grinned and said, "I'm your boss's boss now, so you should know better."

Bian Yan pursed his lips and looked at his partner, only to find them gazing at each other affectionately, looking incredibly sweet.

"........."

He really loves this coffee shop and wants to continue working here. He doesn't want to go anywhere else, no matter who doesn't want him.

Now, his biggest financial backer was pressuring him. In the end, Bian Yan "happily agreed."

He sighed in despair, wondering why Song Zhishu insisted on making him her so-called life assistant. It was ridiculous; his own life was already a mess, and he wanted to help others with theirs?

Song Zhishu deliberately told him about his half-month's pay, but the other party just nodded indifferently without much reaction.

Song Zhishu liked his reluctant yet eager-to-please demeanor.

Who's trying to please you? He practically wears his dislike on his sleeve.

Song Zhishu: Hehe.

And so, the couple leaned on each other, smiling and waving goodbye to Bian Yan, who was reluctantly following Song Zhishu on his new journey.

"My son has grown up again."

The female shop owner said with satisfaction, "Yes, he's grown up again and gone out to make his way in the world."

The male shop owner nodded and finally replied with a rather long sentence.

In the eyes of a couple who didn't want children, Bian Yan, who was easy to please, could be appeased with a little money, and made them feel comfortable around him, was simply treated as their son.

The driver waited anxiously in the car, terrified that his beautiful and lovable young lady (White Dumpling: ?) had been kidnapped.

About half an hour later, their daughter, looking triumphant like a victorious young lady, was followed by a dejected... man... I think?

Because the car was so well soundproofed, the driver, Lao Xu, could only see the young lady pointing and whispering at others before opening the back door, getting in, sitting down, and crossing her arms to wait.

Two minutes passed, and the young man outside the door remained facing the passenger door, making no move. Old Xu glanced nervously at the rearview mirror and, sure enough, saw Song Zhishu's tightly furrowed brows. His heart began to pound.

Everyone knew that their eldest daughter had a terrible temper, and she was known for it. The family understood the unspoken rule: if the eldest daughter frowned, they would either quickly deal with the thing that angered her, or simply stay away and wait outside the house until she had finished her tantrum, then quietly come back and clean up the mess.

Although Song Zhishu's temper tantrums are no longer as disruptive as they used to be, their first principle is still not to upset her, and the second principle is not to upset Song Chao.

They knew that she was genuinely good to them, and that she genuinely couldn't control her temper.

After all, the young lady is good all the time, except when she's not doing well.

Old Xu started to consider the possibility of getting out of the car and kicking the young man.

He quickly realized it wasn't necessary. Because their young lady had gone downstairs by herself, hehehehehe, waaaaaaah…

Song Zhishu was indeed getting impatient. She got out of the car, closed the door, leaned against her shiny car, and slightly raised her eyelashes. "What are you doing? Why don't you get in?"

Bian Yan pursed his lips, looked away, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know how to open the door."

He wouldn't feel restrained or embarrassed. He simply didn't know how; he'd never ridden in a luxury car before. Judging from Song Zhishu's expression, he'd probably scold him a bit.

For Bian Yan, the least damaging thing is being insulted.

Insulting his parents? Haha, no way.

He insulted his own family. My god, what a good person.

Criticize him personally, whatever.

The only thing that could hurt him is saying his AS/MR skills are bad. But with his technique, you could say you become indifferent after listening to it for a while, but you definitely can't call it bad.

Therefore, the edge extension is approximately flawless.

Indeed, Song Zhishu was somewhat angry after hearing his words, and looked up irritably, asking, "Then why didn't you say so earlier?"

Before Bian Yan could react, she knocked on the passenger window. When Lao Xu rolled down the window, she waved her hand and said, "Uncle Xu, you go back first. We won't take the car."

Old Xu: Completely dumbfounded

"Miss, it's so hot. How will you get there without a car?"

He asked anxiously, but Song Zhishu nonchalantly pointed to the side and said, "Just have my personal assistant deliver it."

Old Xu finally took a good look at this seemingly unkempt young man.

His eyes were sharp; after all, he was someone who had taken care of Song Zhishu for so long, so he was no ordinary person. But after looking at her again and again, he could only come to six words: she was indeed unkempt.

That's it? Life? Assistant?

Their quality of life doesn't even seem as high as that of a spoiled rich girl who's a complete glutton.

Assistant? They all seem to have very poor self-care abilities.

For a moment, his face showed dissatisfaction, shock, and speechlessness, making for a particularly interesting scene.