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Chapter 1982

Lin Fanyue was confused.

She really doesn't know these things.

She suddenly felt like an inexperienced fool compared to Song Qingrui.

"Since you live in the presidential palace, it would be good to get closer to Song Qingrui." Jiang Qingxin said, "Although I know you don't like to curry favor with others, but since you want to start a business, it is really difficult to do many things without some interpersonal relationships, and

If you don't divorce Song Rongshi, you will have to hold on to President Song and his family, otherwise what will Yueyue do?"

Lin Fanyue nodded seriously. She had never thought about these issues before, and it reminded her of them all.

"This dress should suit Song Qingrui quite well." Jiang Qingxin took out a coat, and the two of them slowly discussed it.

After returning to the Presidential Palace, Lin Fanyue was just in time for dinner.

However, during the dinner, Song Nian and Song Qingrui, father and son, kept talking about work matters.

Lin Wei couldn't get a word in. She shook her head helplessly and said to Lin Fanyue: "Get ready in two days and accompany me to the dinner party."

Lin Fanyue was flattered that the dinner party attended by the president's wife was definitely not an ordinary occasion. It happened that he had recently been rumored to be divorced from Song Rongshi, so Lin Wei took her out at this time, probably because she wanted to support her.

She was still very grateful and nodded quickly.

After eating, when he pushed Yueyue to the backyard, Song Qingrui happened to be going back to his own yard and walked with her.

"Where are my clothes?" he asked, "You said you wanted to compensate me."

Lin Fanyue rolled her eyes and said, "Master Song, are you in such a hurry? You are not short of clothes."

"That's not true. I'm afraid you'll default on your debt." Song Qingrui sighed, "That dress is my monthly salary. Even though I live here, my salary is actually far less than that of rich people like you."

Lin Tuhao was choked, but if he thought about it carefully, he might not earn as much as he did.

Thinking of this, she felt a little proud, "I bought it and put it in the house. You come with me to get it."

"Okay." Song Qingrui's eyes lit up.

Lin Fanyue secretly wondered how happy she was with just one piece of clothing.

After entering the bungalow, she handed the three bags to Song Qingrui, "You try it first. If the size doesn't fit, I can change it."

After a pause, he explained, "It's not a luxury brand. Qingqing said that for someone with your status, it's better to wear something low-key, so it's not particularly expensive, just a few thousand..."

"That's enough. Because of my status, I usually don't dare to wear anything too expensive." Song Qingrui said as he took out his clothes. It was a caramel-colored cashmere jacket with a plaid shirt of the same color underneath, and a black stripe underneath.

trousers.

But he just tried on that cashmere jacket. Before, his clothes were mostly dark colors, but suddenly he changed to a bright one, and his whole person seemed to be much fresher and younger. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a college student.

Lin Fanyue looked her up and down, and had to admit that his height and figure were perfectly proportioned. If he went to university, he would definitely be at the level of a school girl. However, thinking about her status, she felt a little regretful, "Is it possible?

It’s too bright. If I had known I would have listened, I would have bought that black one..."

"No, it's quite comfortable to wear, and it's easy to get tired of wearing black all the time." After Song Qingrui finished speaking, he didn't take it off anymore, but went to play with Yue Yue in his arms.

Lin Fanyue was in a much better mood.

After all, giving someone clothes is a good thing if they like it. It shows that you have good taste.

Moreover, even after Song Qingrui put it on, she didn't take it off, which gave her enough face.

...

The next day, at the breakfast table, Lin Wei glanced at Song Qingrui and smiled, "This outfit is good, quite gentlemanly. It's good to change your style occasionally. Don't be like your dad, who always dresses like a veteran cadre.

I’m almost thirty, and I don’t even have a girlfriend.”


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