[MTL] Who taught you to be the heroine of an abusive novel? [Quick travel]

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Chapter 61

    ◎After changing the shit-shoveling officer, he started to eat and be lazy. ◎

    Song Huaiqing held her hand and put it in his pocket, and didn't let go until he got in the car.

    When Qiao Weiwei called him out for the first time, she proposed to withdraw money, the same amount that Song Xianyue had called him over the years, but she stood at the door, watched Song Huaiqing hesitate, and took out another bank card Card, there are at least two to three million in it.

    This is not a small amount, Yuan's store is about to open a branch, and he also wants to make games, games are a waste of money.

    Qiao Weiwei glanced at him, Song Huaiqing pinched her face, "Ask."

    Qiao Weiwei struggled, "Do you still have enough money?"

    Song Huaiqing said, "Also, I am going to dispose of the shares in Vientiane." "

    Why?" Huh?"

    "Looking at something better, Vientiane... I'm afraid it's going downhill."

    Yu Xiang and Zhou Yitong managed the company together, but Yu Xiang was born in the wild, so he doesn't really bother with Zhou Yitong's strict rules The truth is that Zhou Yitong is not too satisfied with Yu Xiang's carefree attitude. The company's rise depends on the tide of the times, but after the tide passes, the ability of the helm is the most important indicator to test the company.

    He is not a person in the center of power and has no intention of participating in their disputes, so it is better to end their joint journey and deal with the shares in his hands, so that he will have money again.

    They booked a plane ticket for tonight, and the original plan was to go home to celebrate their birthday at night, and then go to the airport.

    But when such an accident happened, their birthday time would be squeezed out, so they could only park their car at a noodle restaurant near the airport.

    Qiao Weiwei held the small cake she bought from a cake shop near the bank, and said regretfully, "This is too hasty. Fortunately, it's not a real coming-of-age ceremony."

    Song Huaiqing was very content, he followed Qiao Weiwei's example and lay down on the table with her, looked at her face, and said with a smile, "Then you can remember, you owe me a meal of longevity noodles, didn't you say you want to cook for me?" Noodles?"

    Qiao Weiwei said, "I can cook for you now, just wait, there is a supermarket next to you, buy a bucket of instant noodles to soak."

    Song Huaiqing laughed angrily at her.

    Of course, Qiao Weiwei couldn't make a bucket of instant noodles in the end, because the noodle restaurant they found tasted surprisingly good.

    The small cake was an ordinary creamy white cake with only a circle of lace on it. Qiao Weiwei asked the owner of the cake shop to buy pink cream and two piping bags, one for each of them, to paint on the small white cake.

    Two people sit together, head to head, and paint each other's portraits.

    Qiao Weiwei drew a little boy with short hair, who can't smile, very cool, with a pointed chin and long legs, standing there upright, with a kind of indescribable cuteness.

    She was very satisfied with herself, she drew quickly, and after finishing the painting, she looked to the side and found that Song Huaiqing only drew a round face.