In early October, the autumn is clear and cool. Sometimes a breeze blows the woods on both sides of the bluestone road, rustling.

The movement in the tile house ended quickly, about two or three minutes. The two inside left the courtyard in front as they spoke. Song Yi supported his body with one hand and the mature woman with a plump figure and beautiful face in his arms with the other, and smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Sister Xu, I'm sorry."

In this case, normal men will react naturally. Moreover, Xu Qiulan is indeed a beautiful woman with taste and charm.

The moving red glow on Xu Qiulan's fair and pretty face had not yet disappeared, and her legs felt a little soft. Maybe it wasn't there for too long... She suddenly fell into Song Yi's arms, and then pushed her against him, and all kinds of thoughts rose up for a moment.

She is usually very serious and capable in the company and has the title of strong woman. Even if she is her own company, she must be bold and strong if she wants to manage such a large company. The breakdown of her relationship with her husband is one aspect of busy work, and maybe she is too strong in normal times.

But at this moment, she felt the woman's weakness and softness.

Xu Qiulan whispered: "It's okay, I'm a veteran. I don't blame you." She stood up, turned around and pulled Song Yi up, glanced in a concealed way, and looked up. She happened to see Song Yi's eyes when she saw her eyes. Her pretty face was pink and bleeding. She turned her head, which made her look pretty and charming.

Song Yi stood up with Xu Qiulan's little hand, very slippery and soft, and his heart was also shaken. His eyes were straightforward and he was unrestrained to admire the charming style of the mature beauty in front of him. Unfortunately, the autumn clothes were still a little thick, and he failed to highlight her slender and plump figure. He did not point out the desire in her heart and said, "Sister Qiulan, let's go."

Xu Qiulan was a mature woman after all, and this embarrassment recovered quickly. She agreed to Song Yi as a close name. She didn't care about Song Yi's unrestrained and straightforward eyes. In fact, Song Yi didn't say a word to remind her just now that the deepest part of her heart might not be willing to get out of his arms. She would have to change a close-fitting clothing later.

Walking down the bluestone slab two steps, Song Yi hissed, and he might have fallen and injured his tail vertebra just now. Although Xu Weihui was short, Xu Qiulan, a plump beauty, was still very heavy in her arms.

Look at his body, there are mud marks on his precious trousers. This is definitely not something I can attend the banquet.

Xu Qiulan said apologetically: "Is it okay? Is it heavy to fall?"

Song Yi bent his body slightly and said, "Let's go back and apply some Yunnan Baiyao. It shouldn't be a big problem. It's just that my pants are dirty. This is a troublesome thing."

Xu Qiulan felt funny when she saw his hunched look. After a glance, the strange feeling in her heart surged again. She gently stroked the hair in her ears and smiled charmingly: "I asked Zhitong to send you a pair of pants. You can calm the fire here." The elegant and pretty beautiful woman's style naturally emanated from Song Yi, with no reason.

Song Yi refused and said, "No, no. Sister Qiulan, you are kind enough to do your best and send the Buddha to the west. Just find a pair of clean pants for me. I don't want Zhitong to know."

Xu Qiulan said with beautiful eyes and angrily: "Where should I go to find you a pair of men's pants? Yan Meng and I have long been separated. I'm going to find men's pants?" I can't really ignore him, after all, it was her that made it. She asked: "How big do you wear?"

Asked about the size, Xu Qiulan couldn't help but smile and said in a brisk voice: "You are waiting in the vestibule of the courtyard." She stepped on high heels and left along the bluestone road. Her pretty buttocks under the light green skirt were round and upright, full of the charm of a mature beauty.

Today's incident is actually a bit ambiguous, fragrant yan. But the result is that she takes advantage of Song Yi and is full of thoughts. He is actually very regular and does not take the opportunity to be careless. He is a very good man. Instead, Song Yi is the one who made a fool of himself. He can't help but feel the feeling of sitting in his arms.

He..., Chu Zhitong should be very happy to be his woman.

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Song Yi waited for about twenty minutes, and saw Xu Chengzhi coming with two pairs of trousers. Seeing Song Yi smoking beside the ginkgo tree, he laughed and said, "Mr. Song, I heard from my sister-in-law that I dare not believe it. Haha."

"Brother Xu, thank you!" Song Yi held his trousers and felt an unknown premonition, because he had just passed by Xu Qiulan in the courtyard and asked, "What did Mr. Xie say?"

Xu Chengzhi was 35 years old and had no weight. His hair was shiny and he looked handsome. He smiled and patted Song Yi on the shoulder, "My sister-in-law said, you eavesdropped on her quarrel with my uncle in the woods, but she slipped and could only call her and beg her to help you find a pair of pants. Haha."

This is quite Coke. It’s rare to see Song Yi’s embarrassment.

I'll go. This girl. Song Yi was speechless. What was the word that was like when this was heard? You can tell from Xu Chengzhi's current crazy laughter. He saw Xu Qiulan and her husband quarreled and were in a bad mood. He didn't want to take advantage of her. As a result...

If I had known this, I shouldn't have been soft-hearted just now. I asked this great fairy to try my magic stick method.

Song Yi explained awkwardly: "I came out to have some breath and came here. When I heard Mr. Xu quarrel with someone, I heard a few words. I didn't want to step on the wrong foot. I went in and changed my clothes first."

"Understanding and understanding. Everyone has the heart of gossip. It would be the same if I were here. No matter I would definitely look at my feet." Xu Chengzhi quipped.

Song Yi smiled and shook his head. He went to the tile house to change his trousers. He walked to the main courtyard with Xu Chengzhi. He exchanged his mobile phone numbers and agreed to go and have a drink together another day. Of course, there is no need to return the pants to Xu Chengzhi.

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After the Xu family's birthday party, Song Yi took a car and drove back to Luocheng in his black Audi A8 outside the community where Chu Zhitong lived.

Leishan is only an hour away from Luocheng Expressway. Song Yi was smoking a cigarette and driving while enjoying the autumn scenery on both sides of the expressway. These days, he followed Chu Zhitong to Leishan, and then to Jiangzhou, and took a walk.

Now solve the problem of funds. Deduct the 20 million operating funds he transferred to Yijian Live yesterday. He still has 71 million on his card. Then he has to prepare to repay a 50 million bridge loan. There is still 21 million left to be free to distribute.

And his consumption experience is still 35 million left. He can raise 100 million consumption experience to upgrade the system.

Song Yi was humming a song happily. At this time, Xu Qiulan called in, "Song Yi, have you returned to Luocheng? You drank some wine at noon, are you the ones you called?"

"Well. I asked the company's people to come and pick me up." Song Yi did not say that he had a sober pill and told a lie kindly.
Chapter completed!