What's going on with this peacock? What's going on?

Qian Zhi has been with him for so long, and she has figured out a little bit of his temperament. Song Qishen can always dig out details from small things that Qian Zhi doesn't care about at all.

"...Put me down." After Qianzhi was picked up like this, she was stunned for a moment, and finally began to resist.

"What if I say no." Song Qishen said, tightening his arms a little, tightening them even harder, and then threw the little girl up.

Qianzhi exclaimed "Eh-", being thrown up and down, it really didn't feel good.

She was not used to this situation, so she was picked up naturally with shaking arms, holding his neck tightly and refusing to let go even an inch.

"Don't you want to cook... I even spoke for you... You... why are you like this..." Qian Zhi calmed down.

, began to complain quietly.

Song Qishen led her inside, "Is this the point? You said it was delicious before, and your tone was quite sincere."

He brushed aside her black hair that fell on her shoulders, revealing a pretty and charming little face. He didn't go inside anymore, just hugged her and sat on the soft couch at the end of the bed.

Since then, she was sitting sideways in front of him.

Song Qishen acted as Qian Zhi’s artificial cushion.

Qianzhi choked after hearing what he said, and then murmured to herself, "Then should I say it's not delicious?"

She didn't understand what Song Qishen meant.

But if she really said that, she suspected that everything that was going to happen later would be put on the agenda by then.

Song Qishen raised his eyebrows, his face unclear under the projection of the light, "Actually, it doesn't matter."

"Um?"

"If you say it's not delicious, I'll always find a way to make you say it's delicious."

He leaned close to her ear and blew into her ear in a swirling motion.

"?"

She seemed to feel the temperature of the so-called artificial mat, slowly, slowly.

With a scorching temperature, it burst into flames like a broken bamboo.

Qian Zhi felt that her anger was welling up in Tianling Gaier. No matter how she tried to suppress it, it didn't work, so she simply didn't dare to move.

Then, the next second.

She was laid flat on the soft couch, Song Qi leaned forward deeply, and then held his hands like this, looking down at Qian Zhi from top to bottom.

The man's peach blossom eyes were narrowed, but the sparkling color at the end of his eyes could not be resisted no matter what. In the silent night, they became more and more brilliant.

She wanted to look away, but Song Qishen pinched the tip of her chin tightly, and then she was pressed lightly but not hard.

The following time passed by, and Qian Zhi finally understood the breadth and depth of Chinese culture.

The crystal chandelier in front of her, decorated with decorative chains, swayed back and forth in Qianzhi's field of vision. At a fast pace, it almost became an illusory silhouette.

Everything was finally over, and Song Qi didn't ask for too much until he understood her deeply.

He just had to interlock his fingers with hers and hold her tightly, not allowing her to break away. Qian Zhi shuttled between the two extremes of bliss and agony. Without thinking, she bit Song Qishen's wrist hard, impartially.

, right at his tiger's mouth.

Because of such a small episode, at the most critical moment, Song Qi smiled deeply.

Her smile was particularly evil, coating Qian Zhi's heart with a layer of mist.

He whispered softly in her ear, "Does it taste good?"

Is it tasty.

Qianzhi woke up early the next day because of such a specious sentence.

Of course, although it cannot be compared with Song Qishen's early morning rising time, compared with Qian Zhi's previous work and rest schedule, this is really very early.

Song Qishen left early in the morning and went to the company. He had left some matters to deal with, and it was not convenient to just deal with them in Nanyuan's study room.

He seemed to have given some special instructions before he left. Qian Zhi was too lazy to listen as usual, and then just dealt with a few words casually, going in one ear and out the other, without paying any attention to it.

But Song Qishen went too far yesterday. Qian Zhi just sat in the quilt for a while, and suddenly an idea came to her.

In the past, he acted arbitrarily and the initiative rested with him, so she could always have her own choice.

Qian Zhi picked up the mobile phone placed on the bedside, opened the mobile phone's browser, and searched.

The search engine on the web page quickly pops up a variety of results and answers.

Qian Zhi picked out the reply with the highest number of likes. After taking the screenshot, she opened Song Qishen's chat box and sent it directly.

Although he can't say it in person, he can always understand this kind of communication online.

No matter what his reaction was, it was impossible not to have a reaction.

In the Song family's conference room.

The senior executives of the sales department were reporting on the status of the investment business in the third quarter of the second half of the year. Song Qishen took the lead at the negotiation table, with documents spread out in front of him and showing no expression.

In the huge room, apart from the sound of reports, there was nothing else.

Looking at the seats below, you can see that the employees are all listening attentively and are extremely serious.

Song Qishen put the cell phone on silent mode, and the screen lit up silently.

He remained calm and paused for two seconds before fishing it out.

Taking a closer look, it was a message from Qian Zhi.

It's strange that it's so early. It stands to reason that Qian Zhi would have been lying in bed at this time in the past.

You woke up so early?

Song Qishen opened the screen.

What Qian Zhi sent over was a picture.

He clicked it and just glanced at it casually.

But just such a casual glance succeeded in making Song Qishen pause.

It's full of hints right from the title.

After that came the answer with the highest number of likes——

【Too frequent use will affect the mechanism of function in old age, and severe cases may be damaged.】

A certain man who understood the meaning after just one glance looked at the notes in the chat box again and found that it was definitely sent by Qian Zhi.

Song Qishen's eyebrows furrowed and he frowned tightly.

In the huge conference room, the sound of reports stopped, and then there was silence.

Song Qishen was still listening. When there was no sound, he waited for a while.

But like this, there was still no sound, and then he raised his eyes and glanced over.

Seeing this, Assistant Xia, who had been standing aside since the beginning, quickly came over and reminded him.

"Mr. Song, the report is over, it's your turn to express your opinion."

Song Qishen nodded, but he didn't know what he thought of and couldn't hold back.

Then he sneered slightly, the volume was not loud, but it was still caught by the others.

The executive who just finished the report was almost dripping with cold sweat.

While other employees sat in their seats, watching the scene with their eyes, nose, nose and heart.

"............"

Their President Song just now was extremely disdainful, as if he thought something was funny, he snorted and sneered, right?

Song Qishen just remembered the prefix title in the answer just now.

It's quite like that. The golden shell looks quite glorious.

What's the answer?

Expert answers.

Special head.

By the time Qian Zhi returned to Beijing University, her midterm exam results seemed to have come out.

It only took a few days. The teacher in charge of grading was probably not lazy at all. He directly used the vacation time to grade all the subjects. Moreover, the perfume design major that Qian Zhi was studying did not have many students.

It is considered a streamlined and powerful group, and it is also the focus of training in the Shengjing department. Teachers do not dare to be careless.

The fact that the grades came down so quickly was actually the arrangement of the old professor. In the past, if I failed the midterm exam, there would be a surprise final exam to make up for the overall score, but this was the previous rule, and everyone understood it tacitly.

And at the critical point of the junior year, it is destined to be more tiring and tiring, and it is necessary to devote energy to the project major. The standard given by the old professor is that all indicators must meet the standards.

Students who fail to meet the standards need to re-test or make up the exam, and the emphasis on format is the same as the final exam.

Since then, the requirements have become much stricter.
To be continued...