Song Qingrui stared at her red little face and suddenly smiled, "So you are embarrassed. What's the matter? When I was studying abroad, I often saw those foreign women breastfeeding in public at the station."

Lin Fanyue: "..."

That's overseas, that's not domestic.

Moreover, she is a young girl of the new era and will be shy.

"But...I still respect women."

Song Qingrui smiled, rubbed her head, turned and left.

Lin Fanyue stretched out her hand and touched the spot on her head that he had just touched. It felt strange.

But I didn’t think too much about it.

After feeding the child, she opened the cake that Song Qingrui brought. It was not very big, but a small piece. After taking a casual bite, she didn't expect it to be unexpectedly delicious. It tasted similar to the authentic French desserts she used when working abroad.

It's just that it's too small, so after eating one piece, I'm still a little bit unsatisfied.

So he sent another WeChat message to Song Qingrui, "What's the name of the shop opened by your colleague's wife? Does it have a WeChat account? The cake tastes quite delicious."

Song Qingrui: [Aren’t you trying to lose weight?]

Lin Fanyue: "..."

Can a woman take it too seriously when she says she wants to lose weight? Humph.

She replied: "Only when you are full can you have the energy to lose weight."

Song Qingrui sent a "reasonable" dynamic picture: [You don't need to ask my colleagues, the cake shop is next to my work. If you want to eat, I can bring it back to you. Moreover, the entrance of the Presidential Palace is heavily guarded, and ordinary people don't have anyone.

Dare to send something over]

Lin Fanyue thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case.

The Presidential Palace is different from living in a villa before. You don't just order a dessert and they have the guts to deliver it to your door.

Anyone approaching the entrance of the Presidential Palace must be monitored, and there may be a spy.

Lin Fanyue: [But will it be very troublesome? 】

Song Qingrui: [It doesn’t matter, anyway, I like to feed piglets when I have nothing to do. 】

"..."

Lin Fanyue laughed angrily, this was a different way of scolding him.

She replied angrily: [Very good, Song Qingrui, you are dead.]

Song Qingrui immediately sent a kneeling emoticon saying "Mother, I know I was wrong".

Lin Fanyue imagined the scene of Song Qingrui, the great leader, kneeling in front of her holding hot tea, and was immediately amused.

Don't tell me, it's quite interesting.

...

She stayed at home for a few more days until Yueyue adapted to life in the presidential palace and went to work in a cosmetics company.

Firstly, it is not an option to live like this every day without working, and secondly, we cannot avoid Song Rongshi all the time.

After her first day at the company, a conference was held, and she got into the laboratory and started developing products.

Although there is a team in the laboratory, the technical aspects are still not as good as hers.

She was busy until four o'clock in the afternoon and when she was getting ready to get off work, she just stepped out of the elevator.

Suddenly a large group of reporters rushed over outside.


Chapter completed!