Chapter 39: My Wife Is a Vinegar Jar

Song Huayi looked at him and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?" โ€

Zhan Shaoyin looked around her, and didn't find any suspicious little fresh meat, and said lightly: "Passing by, let's take a look at it when it looks very lively, this is what kind of exhibition are you talking about?" โ€

"Comic Con! You don't know what's going on?

Aren't you going to work today? โ€

Zhan Shaoyin: "The company has nothing to do, I'll accompany you to shop by the way." โ€

As soon as Zhan Shaoyin's words fell, he heard someone in the crowd shouting: "Hailan is here!" โ€

Immediately afterwards, he saw a group of people swarming in a certain direction, and Song Huayi was so excited that he dragged Ye Yulan and hurriedly rushed over.

Zhan Shaoyin: "......" If it weren't for the general's tail wagging, others might have thought that he was petrified with a dog.

He deliberately ran over to accompany her, but she was hanging here, who is so attractive?

He stood in the same place and could see a big poster hanging in the place surrounded by people, he didn't look at anything else, only saw that the poster was a woman, and he was relieved.

I thought it was a popular little fresh meat that made her drop him and run away like this.

Song Huayi, who originally wanted to line up with the crowd, was dragged away by Ye Yulan and whispered to her: "Are you stupid?"

I'm her editor! I'll let her give you a copy when the signing is over, and you're still stupid to queue up? โ€

Song Huayi scratched his head in embarrassment, and couldn't help but glance at Hailan twice: "I'm so beautiful!" โ€

"That is, the authors in my hands are all big beauties."

Lan Hai's real name is Qian Yidie, the same age as Song Huayi, and she looks like a gentle and quiet girl.

However, Song Huayi always felt that this girl had a story hidden in her, and her smile looked impurities, not like she was really happy.

Over there, Zhan Shaoyin was watching with the dog.

"Can my little brother take a picture with you?"

The girl dressed in Lolita came over, stood in front of Zhan Shaoyin after speaking, and took a photo with a click.

Zhan Shaoyin's brows were furrowed, and the girl squatted down and touched the general after taking the photo: "The dog is so well-behaved, what is the name of the little brother?" โ€

The little brother didn't speak, and walked away indifferently with the dog.

"Yin?"

A man's voice sounded, interrupting Zhan Shaoyin's pace of preparing to find Song Huayi.

"When did you become interested in these?"

The man wondered curiously.

The person who came was Zhan Shaoyin's junior high school classmate, Qian Chiye.

I was at the same school when I was studying abroad.

The Qian family is a well-known loser, his private life is chaotic, and he has a lot of broken things, but in addition to being inappropriate in the matter of women, he still attaches great importance to his brothers.

Zhan Shaoyin pointed with his chin in the direction where the signing event was being held, and said, "Accompany my wife to go shopping." โ€

"I didn't believe it when I heard you get married that day, I always thought she and you would come together."

Zhan Shaoyin smiled lightly: "Don't say this in the future, my wife is a vinegar jar." โ€

Qian Chiye smiled knowingly: "I understand, but I never thought that Jun Jun would be with Qian Qiucheng." โ€

"She and Qian Qiu Cheng?"

"You don't know yet?

I thought I told you.

We'll talk another day when I'm free, and I'll go shopping with my little one. โ€

With that, Qian Chiye hugged the girl in his arms and walked away.

Zhan Shaoyin frowned thoughtfully.

Qian Qiu Cheng is Qian Chiye's second uncle, senior but not old, in his early thirties, and now he is the head of the Qian family, Zhan Shaoyin has had business dealings with him, and he can be regarded as familiar.

That day, Meng Qianjun said that she was going to get married, could it be with Qian Qiu Cheng?

Meng Qianjun and Qian Qiu Cheng are related to the >>

What he didn't expect, I have to say that she found a strong backer.

With his understanding of Meng Qianjun, she is definitely not the kind of woman who is content with marriage, and it is more likely that even this marriage is her calculation.

couldn't help but glance at Song Huayi not far away, he didn't know what Meng Qianjun was planning for the time being, but if she dared to touch Song Huayi, he would never be polite.

"Song Huayi!"

Song Huayi, who was looking at the surroundings in front of the stall, looked back at him a little impatiently: "Why haven't you left yet?" โ€

"Come here."

Zhan Shaoyin's commanding tone called to her.

Song Huayi put down the things in his hand and trotted over puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Aren't you busy?

Still walking dogs here, no one is allowed to bring pets in. โ€

"And how did you get in?"

Without waiting for Song Huayi's reaction, Zhan Shaoyin immediately said, "Take me around." โ€

Song Huayi glanced at him: "You don't know anything about these, what are you going to take you around?" โ€

"It's for you to show me to understand."

She was in a hurry to grab a certain BL limited edition art book, but she didn't want him to know that she bought that kind of thing.

Song Huayi's mind turned, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the stall opposite and said, "I want that figure." โ€

Zhan Shaoyin glanced in the direction of her finger: "Buy." โ€

"That's not like buying it, you help me line up first, I'll go over there and grab something and come over!"

With that, she dropped him down again, and ran quickly to another stall, and got into the crowd.

Zhan Shaoyin looked at the people who came up to line up behind him, this is not going, not going, frowning and looking at the long queue in front of him, he was unhappy, what kind of broken things still have to line up to buy.

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After Song Huayi grabbed the album, it happened that Qian Yidie's signing was over.

She forgot about Zhan Shaoyin, who was still queuing, and followed Ye Yulan to the backstage to find Qian Yidie.

She originally wanted to have a good chat with Qian Yidie, but Qian Yidie didn't look very comfortable, so she left an autograph book for Song Huayi and Ye Yulan, and left in a hurry without chatting.

Immediately afterwards, Xiong Yu dragged her to meet a few friends in the circle, and a bunch of people got together to chat hotly.

Song Huayi suddenly remembered Zhan Shaoyin: "It's suffered!" My husband! โ€

Xiong Yu: "Which husband do you have?"

Did you grab it? โ€

"My true husband! I won't tell you, I'll go first. โ€

Song Huayi hurriedly ran to the previous stall and saw him and the dog at a glance.

His face was dark, and his eyes were as heavy as if he wanted to eat people.

Song Huayi ran over with a smile, raised his fist to flatteringly and gently hammered his back: "I'm here!" Thank you! โ€

"Where are you going?"

When I got angry, my voice was eerie.

Song Huayi pretended to sigh: "I'm grabbing something, I haven't grabbed anything for a long time, I'm so angry!" โ€

He just looked at her quietly, obviously not believing what she said.

Song Huayi looked at the dozens of people in front of her, and she wasn't really interested in those figures, so she tentatively said to Zhan Shaoyin: "Or ...... Not lined up? โ€

Zhan Shaoyin's face darkened, and Song Huayi felt that his little volcano was about to erupt.

So he hurriedly said good things to coax him: "There are so many people in front, and it is estimated that there is no one I want in the queue, let's go out to eat, I invite you!" โ€

She smiled and stretched out her hand to take away the dog leash in his hand, Zhan Shaoyin watched the general follow her without any interest, and he followed without any interest.

Although I was very angry in my heart, I didn't know if I was tricked by her, but looking at her laughing, it was as if a basin of water had extinguished the fire in an instant.