Driving to the entrance of the rented villa community, Bai Yang was checking the access control and found that the security guard looked at him through the car window with a strange expression, and he seemed hesitant to speak.
"Is something wrong?" Bai Yang rolled down the window and asked curiously.
"It's Mr. Bai? You're back." Seeing Bai Yang's face clearly, the security guard's expression was happy, but he complained in his heart that this rich man is so willful. How long did it take to change his car?
"Are you waiting for me?" Bai Yang asked strangely.
"Yes, um, Mr. Bai, it's like this. During your absence, someone sent a lot of things, saying they were for you, but you couldn't be found, so they were deposited at our security office. You see
Do you want to sign for it?" the security guard smiled.
Bai Yang nodded, drove the car through the gate and parked at the edge, told Wang Qingyu to wait a moment, then got out of the car and asked the security guard: "What is it and who sent it?"
"Mr. Bai, come with me. There are a lot of things. We don't know what they are exactly, but what I brought is a crooked nut," the security guard said, leading the way.
Arriving at the security room, Bai Yang saw a pile of cardboard boxes stacked in the corner, almost filling half of the security room.
The security guard leading the way pointed to a pile of cardboard boxes and said: "These are the things, Mr. Bai, do you need to call to confirm? The person who delivered the things left his phone number."
Taking the phone number handed over by the security guard, Bai Yang called and inquired, and then understood the whole story. He said that when he was in Shanghai last time, he found a Waiguo kernel to make clothes through the introduction of the Tang family, and left.
At that time, he joked and asked the other party to make another hundred and eighty sets, and then the other party actually made them and delivered them, but they couldn't find him and put them in the security room...
Wai Guoren was so real that he almost forgot about it. Bai Yang murmured in his heart. After confirming it, he looked at a pile of clothes in cardboard boxes and said, "Can you please help move it?"
In addition to the security guard leading the way, there were about a dozen other people in the duty room who were not on duty. Bai Yang kept an eye on this group of laborers.
"No problem," the security guard replied, and then said to the others: "Brothers, please help Mr. Bai move some things."
They all knew which villa Bai Yang lived in. As they moved over, Bai Yang drove over first and opened the door.
After entering the house, Wang Qingyu looked around curiously and said: "This is where Yang Yang lives? It's quite clean. I thought the place where boys live is very messy."
Bai Yang would not tell her that the housekeeper would come to clean every few days, otherwise the house would be covered with a layer of dust.
"Qingyu, you go sit upstairs first, and I'll greet them."
A group of security guards outside the door had already moved over with clothes. After Bai Yang said to Wang Qingyu, he turned around and first directed the security guards to put the clothes in the living room. After putting the things away, they excused themselves as being on duty and did not stay any longer. They did not look at Wang Qingyu more. He understood such a woman.
It's not something someone like me can covet.
After thinking about it, Bai Yang went out and drove away. He came back ten minutes later and bought a box of Zhonghua. Each security guard who helped him sent one.
"Mr. Bai is very generous." All the security guards smiled happily and gave a thumbs up.
A piece of Chinese food costs a few hundred yuan, which is enough to cover their one week's salary.
Bai Yang is never stingy with people who help him, even if it's just a security guard.
When Bai Yang returned to the rented villa again, she found that Wang Qingyu was as cheerful and busy as a lark. She opened the cardboard box in the living room, sorted the clothes, shoes, pants, socks and other items inside and took them one by one to the cloakroom.
, obviously he has been busy for a while, and his smooth forehead is already sweating.
"Take a rest, I can do these myself," Bai Yang said with a smile. It was good to have a wife. If it was just him, he would probably just pile them aside and only think of taking them out when he needed to wear them.
"Aren't you tired? I'll put these clothes away first. Hey, Yang Yang, these clothes are all made by famous artists. Most people can't get such clothes with money, but someone has sent you so many."
Wang Qingyu said in surprise.
"I don't know if they are famous or not, but these clothes are really comfortable to wear," Bai Yang said with a smile, and then went over to help.
She said it was to help, but in fact, Bai Yang only helped. According to Wang Qingyu, these things cannot be placed randomly, otherwise good things will be wasted. Not to mention, after her hands, more than a hundred sets of clothes were neatly arranged, and they turned out to be quite elegant.
Beautiful and not messy at all.
Girls know so much, Bai Yang sighed in his heart.
"Go and wash up. Look, you're covered in sweat." After finishing his work, Bai Yang looked at Wang Qingyu, whose cheeks were red, and said.
"Yeah," she nodded and went to the bathroom.
While Wang Qingyu was washing up, Bai Yang threw the box containing clothes beside the trash can outside the villa, and someone would pick it up the next day.
Before he could sit down after finishing his work, Wang Qingyu's head stuck out from the bathroom, looking at Bai Yang pitifully but he hesitated to speak.
Looking at Wang Qingyu after taking a bath, Bai Yang was stunned again, but curiously asked: "What's wrong?"
"I forgot the clothes I didn't change. I threw the dress in the washing machine." Wang Qingyu, who wrapped herself in a bath towel, bit her lip and said.
Looking at Wang Qingyu, who only dared to show his head, Bai Yang smiled and said, "How about you wear mine? Well, shirt!"
"Okay." She blinked, her face slightly red.
Then Bai Yang found a white shirt for her and handed it to her.
After Wang Qingyu finished dressing and came out, Bai Yang's eyes were blown away. His shirt was obviously a few sizes too big on Wang Qingyu. It was baggy and hung directly to about ten centimeters above her knees. It felt like she was wearing nothing on her lower body.
The same, a pair of white and straight long legs standing pretty.
Looking up and down, Bai Yang touched his chin and said maliciously: "It's simply criminal."
"Oh, I'm going to sleep first" exclaimed, Wang Qingyu ran to the bed and covered herself tightly.
Shrugging, Bai Yang went to the bathroom to wash himself. The bathroom was still filled with the fragrance of Wang Qingyu, which was intoxicating...
After washing Bai Yang, he walked out wearing a pair of big pants. He originally wanted to tease Wang Qingyu, but Bai Yang found that something was wrong with her expression.
Wang Qingyu on the bed frowned slightly, his face was a little pale, and there was a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.
"What's wrong?" Bai Yang walked over and asked in concern.
With slightly red cheeks, Wang Qingyu said coquettishly: "I'm here..."
"That? Which one?" Bai Yang didn't react for a moment.
"Oh, that's it"
"Oh, um, wait a minute..." Bai Yang suddenly came to his senses and said, then he quickly put on his clothes, took the car keys and went out.
Before Wang Qingyu could react, Bai Yang went out in a hurry...
"Idiot, it's really the wrong time to come here..." Wang Qingyu murmured to himself.
Driving to the 24-hour supermarket, Bai Yang carried a basket and went straight to the daily necessities area, muttering in his mouth and picking in his hands.
"Thick ones for day use and night use, thin ones, refreshing cotton ones, breathable ones. Made, there are so many ways to do it. Forget it, get a pack of each, um, disposable pants? Get one of these too.
Bao, hey, there is brown sugar over there..."
Picking and choosing, he didn't know what type Wang Qingyu was used to, so he took some, and finally ran away with a large bag under the strange eyes of the salesperson.
When he saw Bai Yang taking out a lot of things and handing them to him like a treasure, Wang Qingyu couldn't laugh or cry and was moved at the same time. He blushed and said thank you before carrying the things to the bathroom.
"After it's done, go and lie down on the bed, and I'll get you some brown sugar water." Bai Yang said toward the bathroom, and then ran to the kitchen.
Where had he done this before? He almost burned the kitchen. Then he took out his mobile phone to search for the guide. He followed the steps step by step and finally made a cup of brown sugar water. When he served it, Wang Qingyu had already made it and was lying on the bed again.
"Come on, drink it quickly. I heard that this is good for girls' health in those days. I've never done it before. I don't know how it tastes," Bai Yang said embarrassedly.
"Yes." Wang Qingyu held a small sip in his hands and drank, lowering his head slightly, his eyes were vaguely moist.
She saw everything Bai Yang did. Although he was clumsy, she could feel that Bai Yang was really trying to be a good boyfriend.
She doesn't care how well Bai Yang does, what matters is her intention.
"After drinking, sleep well. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I will take you to the hospital." Bai Yang covered her with a quilt and said.
"Yeah" Wang Qingyu nodded and looked at Bai Yang smiling sweetly.
Bai Yang also went to bed, and when his body touched Wang Qingyu, he found that her whole body was a little cold, and then he carefully held her in his arms and asked, "Is this more comfortable?"
Leaning in Bai Yang's arms, Wang Qingyu said sweetly: "Yang Yang, thank you, you are so kind."
"Be good, go to sleep" Bai Yang kissed her forehead and said.
Thinking of the other person abandoning her beautiful life and going to the mountains for her, she worked hard to learn cooking skills without touching the spring water, and even carefully washed her face and feet, so everything she did was nothing.
The relationship between two people is mutual. There is no need for anyone to be humbler than the other. Unilateral efforts will only make both parties look formulaic...
After waking up feeling refreshed, the two got up and washed up, then drove to the hotel again to witness Song Daodao's wedding.
Coming here again, Bai Yang shook his head imperceptibly.
Compared to the crowds of guests yesterday, today's actual wedding day for Song Dao was described as sparse. Apparently those who came yesterday had heard some rumors and felt that the Song family was going to be in trouble, so they subconsciously distanced themselves.
"Since ancient times, it is easier to add icing on the cake than to add icing on the cake. Those who think the Song family is going to be in trouble will probably regret it to death!"
Muttering in his heart, Song Dao, who was still dressed in red, walked over with a strong smile, hit Bai Yang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Lao Bai is here, sit over there."
"Congratulations" Bai Yang patted his shoulder and said.
Obviously in a bad mood, Song Yiyi didn't say much and led Bai Yang to sit down and got busy again.
Next, at noon, when the auspicious time had come, Song Yiyi and the girl named Han Yue were officially married under the witness of the master of ceremonies. The whole process was depressing and dull, without the atmosphere that a wedding should have at all.
The wedding ended dismally. Faced with such a situation, the Song family was in a bad mood. Everyone who came to the wedding was remembered in their hearts. As for the people who didn't come, hehe...
Understanding the whole story, Bai Yang knew that Song Yiyi was not in the mood. Even if he came to him, he would only force a smile. In the end, Bai Yang exchanged greetings with him and left with Wang Qingyu...
