The secretary does it, it's okay

This is a meme that those despicable and vulgar minds are not pure enough for rumor makers, in order to speculate on the relationship between him and Song Qingxin Bing Qingyujie's superiors and subordinates.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingxin got into the game himself.

Seeing Tang Ye's speechless look, Song Qingxin raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still need hesitation for such a thing?"

"I just thought that I had no experience and was afraid that I wouldn't do it well." Tang Ye said.

"You haven't done it yet, how do you know that you can't do it well? Everything is practice and perfect."

Tang Ye nodded seriously and said, "I will work hard."

Song Qingxin was satisfied at this time, reached out and patted Tang Ye on the shoulder, and praised: "What I like most is Secretary Tang's tireless and studious spirit and beautiful face."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Are you feeling better?" Tang Ye asked.

When she saw Song Qingxin just now, she was very depressed and desperate, with no expression on her face and no color in her eyes, as if she was a walking corpse whose three souls and seven spirits were removed.

This is Song Qingxin, whom I have never seen before.

Tang Ye was very worried. He didn't know what Song Qingxin had experienced. However, the principle of getting along with the two of them was that he would never ask what the other party didn't want to say.

At least, this was the case when they were normal colleagues with superiors and subordinates before.

Now he has not fully adapted to the role change, from secretary to close friend

So, Tang Ye pulled her to the beach. The two of them sat on the huge rock and watched the river flow, the cruise ship flew over, and said some irrelevant words. Song Qingxin's mood finally improved a little, and her body, which had been tense and defensive, also relaxed.

"It's much better." Song Qingxin looked at Tang Ye and said, "Sure enough, as long as you are with Secretary Tang, your mood will be improved immediately."

"I will always be by your side as long as you need it." Tang Ye said comfortingly.

"Okay, I will be with you when you need it."

""

Tang Ye thought about it carefully and said, "This is not driving, but why does it feel strange?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to a place." Tang Ye said.

"Where to go?" Song Qingxin asked.

"My home." Tang Ye said.

"Aren't you sharing a rent with someone?" Song Qingxin glanced at Tang Ye with a glance and said, "Zhang Ruiqiu and Zhao Juntao, I remember that little girl likes you. When she saw that we were going to eat pickled fish together, she wanted to drink me."

"We are friends." Tang Ye said.

"Of course." Song Qingxin nodded and said, "Otherwise? Keep one outside and hide one at home?"

""

Who did this woman think of herself?

"You still live together now?"

"Yes." Tang Ye nodded.

"I promise you with the intuition of a woman that Zhang Ruiqiu doesn't like me." Song Qingxin asked, "Are you sure you want to invite me to your house?"

"Actually, it was invited by Zhang Ruiqiu. She asked me to invite you to have a simple meal at home." Tang Ye explained, and then seduced Song Qingxin and said, "Zhang Ruiqiu's cooking skills are very good. The home-cooked dishes are very delicious, which are even better than the dishes made by the chefs in our hotel."

When Tang Ye received a call from Song Qingxin, he was playing games with Zhao Juntao at home. When he said he was going out, Zhang Ruiqiu said he asked him to take Song Qingxin back for a meal...

What does this woman want to do?

"No wonder you like living with people."

""

"I'm not driving, I'm jealous." Song Qingxin said, "I invite you to live with me. Why do you disagree? Is my house not big enough? Is it because I'm not as good-looking as Zhang Ruiqiu, or because I can't cook?"

"It has nothing to do with these, and we haven't confirmed our relationship before. Besides, Zhang Ruiqi and Zhao Juntao and I have lived together for many years. We have just graduated and we are already accustomed to this way of getting along."

"But you are my boyfriend now," Song Qingxin looked at Tang Ye and said, "I'm not at ease with such a handsome boyfriend next to a woman who has a good impression of you."

""

"Of course, I'm not an unreasonable woman, you can choose freely." Song Qingxin said, "You can choose Zhang Ruiqiu to make your girlfriend sad, or you can choose Song Qingxin to make them live more comfortable and comfortable, and there is a bigger space?"

""

Is this the freedom given by women?

Is this the choice given by a woman?

Are you going out to drink with your brother? I have no objection. I just eat and watch the show myself and cry. Don't worry about me. You go, I'm fine.

Tang Ye has been able to see his future.

Tang Ye brought Song Qingxin to Hefeng Riverside. Before he opened the door, he smelled the fragrance that was overflowing from the room.

Tang Ye looked back at Song Qingxin and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruiqiu is making delicious food."

Song Qingxin curled her lips and said, "Your face is like a husband invites a friend to visit and then proudly tells my friend that my wife has cooked delicious food at home."

""

Sure enough, women cannot be with women.

What's more, two women who like you too.

The king does not see the king, this is a famous saying.

Tang Ye began to worry and reflect. It seemed that it was not wise to invite Song Qingxin to have a meal at home.

But, how stupid is it?

Tang Ye didn't dare to speak anymore, so he quickly opened the door and shouted, "We're back."

Zhao Juntao ran out of the kitchen immediately, holding a handful of unselected green onions in his hand, and said happily: "Welcome to Mr. Song to the humble house, let our small house be full of glitter and warmly welcome."

When talking, you have to reach out and shake hands with Song Qingxin.

"You wash your hands first." Tang Ye spoke up to remind him.

He found that Zhao Juntao's hands were covered with mud, and Song Qingxin had a virility

"It's okay." Song Qingxin actually took a step forward, shook hands with Zhao Juntao, and said with a smile: "Zhao Juntao, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Don't call me Mr. Song anymore. I have resigned from Junya, so I will no longer be your leader. You can call me Song Qingxin or Qingxin. You can call me Xiao Song."

"No, you are the leader for one day, and you are the leader for the rest of your life." Zhao Juntao was flattered. After shook hands with Song Qingxin, he found that his hands were covered with mud and green onion liquid, so he quickly wiped it on his body.

Seeing Song Qingxin looking over with confusion, Zhao Juntao blushed and explained, "I don't think you have dirty hands, I think my hands are dirty."

""

Tang Ye was quite speechless about this guy.

No wonder he is so old, he is still a single dog in the dog department.

Zhang Ruiqiu was busy working in the kitchen with an apron. When she heard the sound outside, she just glanced outside, nodded at Song Qingxin, and said expressionlessly: "Come here? Just sit there. Just eat for a while."

Still feeling!

"Thank you for your hard work." Song Qingxin said, and she walked into the kitchen and asked, "Do you need help?"

"What would you do?"

""

"Go and have tea." Zhang Ruiqiu began to drive people away and said, "Tang Ye, take good care of your girlfriend."

"Okay." Tang Ye pulled Song Qingxin out of the kitchen.

"Don't you really need help?" Song Qingxin felt a little disgusted and said, "It's impolite for us to sit here and wait for dinner? Will it give people a bad feeling?"

This was the first time Song Qingxin visited the door, and she still felt a little uncomfortable.

It’s like the first time my girlfriend returns to her boyfriend’s house, she doesn’t stand or thinks to perform as well as she can, but she really doesn’t have much to perform…

Song Qingxin is just not that serious.

"It's okay, we'll just wash the dishes after dinner." Tang Ye smiled and comforted, saying, "Zhang Ruiqiu is a tyrant in the kitchen. She is very picky when cooking. Most people can't do anything. She said that the process of cooking is the process of artistic creation. There is always someone who is in the way, which affects her mood and performance, and even the dishes are not delicious."

"Why can Zhao Juntao?" Song Qingxin asked curiously.

"He is thick-skinned, and it doesn't matter if he is scolded a few times."

""

Song Qingxin expressed deep sympathy for Zhao Juntao, but did not have the idea of ​​going in to save him.

She also understands this principle as a fellow Taoist.

"Do you want to drink tea?" Tang Ye asked. "You gave you all the tea leaves at home... I'll make you a cup of Longjing?"

"Don't drink tea. Am I not enough tea?"

“…”

"Take me to your room and have a look." Song Qingxin said. "I heard that the highest etiquette of a girlfriend in entertaining her boyfriend is to invite him into his boudoir... Is this the highest etiquette of a boyfriend in entertaining her girlfriend?"
To be continued...