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Song Ming's sword soared into the sky and he said: "Boss, give me a cotton candy of every color and style."

Gu Xiangling didn't object. If he liked to show off, then let him show off. In any case, she wouldn't help him eat it. Nan Qing called for his subordinates to take out all the cotton candy. Song Ming stared at the cotton candy, he did not want to take it.

"Isn't it embarrassing for a man like him, in his starched shirt and slacks and shiny leather shoes, to carry such a big pile of cute cotton candy?" "Yours. Give it to her." He pointed at Gu Xiangling.

Gu Xiangling waved her hand, and only held a heart-shaped cotton candy in her hand. I only want one. You can figure out the rest by yourself. " She took out her purse and asked Luo Meng. He then whispered, "Let me tell you, this person has plenty of money. Let's just kill him."

Luo Hui waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's just some cotton candy. Consider this as my present to you." She mysteriously blinked her eyes and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Who is that person? "Your boyfriend is really handsome. He's a perfect match for you."

When Song Ming heard this, he was overjoyed. Without any hesitation, he took the cotton candy and said the words to Luo Meng, telling him to buy all the cotton candy in her store.

Coincidentally, after school, children of all ages filed out. Song Ming raised the cotton candy and shouted, "Come, come, come! Let's celebrate this anniversary of the Typhoon Shelter! We're giving you the cotton candy for free! "There aren't many opportunities. The first to arrive is the first to obtain it."

He was originally tall and straight, but once he shouted with his magnetic voice, a large number of men and women immediately surrounded him, snatching away all the cotton candy in his hands.

The girl who did not manage to snatch the cotton candy sighed. She subconsciously treated Song Mingjian as the boss of the Typhoon Shelter and immediately surrounded the store. Luo Meng and her underlings were immediately busied, wishing that they could turn into Thousand-hand Guan Yin on their own.

Gu Xiangling expended a great deal of effort to force her way out of the crowd and tapped Song Mingjian's forehead, "Look, it's all because of you. I say, you're a CEO, yet you want to take advantage of a few cotton candy? "

"Do I have an advantage? "Didn't you see how many guests I brought her?!" Song Mingjian could not even conceal the smug look on his face. Her price list said ten dollars apiece, and I took more than twenty. Later, I would have the finance department pay her as a draft fee and put her books on all sorts of hot lists. Do you think she's made a profit or a loss? "

"It should have been like this a long time ago." When Gu Xiangling thought of Luo Meng's work, she felt that it wasn't fair. Who knew what inside story was on the web? Some works that didn't have much literary style and plot were actually ranked on the recommendation list, while those authors like Luo Meng, who were truly diligent in their writing, were drowned in it.

It seemed that overnight, the streets were filled with roses and gift boxes. Gu Xiangling looked at the calendar and realized that it was almost midnight.

Gu Xiangling was particularly fond of such romantic festivals. With a lover by her side, this holiday was even more impossible. Furthermore, she should repay Song Mingjian for giving so much to her.

However, two days before the Double Seventh Festival, he called Song Mingjian back at the company. Before he left, he begged Gu Xiangling to accompany him. Xiang Ling, can you come back with me? After all, the company was in a dilemma. Xiang Province, I have to keep running back and forth. I have to spend a lot of time with you. "

Gu Xiangling hesitated in her heart. Song Mingjian had accompanied her to live a normal life in Ning Yang City. Although it was only ordinary, it was much freer than living in the Song Clan. No one here would call him Director Song, and no one would call him Young Master Ming. This made her subconsciously feel that they were equal.

"Let's talk about it later." Gu Xiangling didn't want to argue with Song Mingjian. Song Mingjian examined her for a few seconds, and it was clear what she was thinking. "Darling, you feel happier living here, don't you?"

Gu Xiangling nodded slightly.

Song Mingjian pondered for a few minutes before resolutely saying: "Then I'll stay with you for the rest of my life as an ordinary person."

Gu Xiangling was greatly shocked. The Small Net was the culmination of Song Mingjian's life's work, and it was unknown just how much he had given up on it. But now, he had given it up on the spur of the moment, so he didn't know if he would regret it in the future.

"All these years, I've enjoyed countless applause and praises. I've experienced the happiness of being a supreme person." Song Mingjian embraced her in his arms and gently stroked her long hair. "However, ever since I was with you, I realized that kind of beautiful feeling, as though one was floating in the clouds, is the most precious thing."