President, go away!

"Your child said he wanted to drink hot soybean milk." Shen Qingqing smiled naughtily.

"OK, yes, my wife." Ou Qing got up and left with a smile.

Shen Qingqing sat quietly in her seat and waited. After her, a pair of young men and women came in. They looked reckless. They were obviously the same as them. They didn\'t have anything to ask about the good situation first.

The woman complained and beat the man\'s chest and cried, "it\'s all your fault. I don\'t want to get up. I\'m going to get married today. I\'m going to get married on Valentine\'s day."

"Wife, I\'m sorry." the man was wronged on his face.

The woman cried and beat the man\'s chest, and cried more and more, "you know today is our love anniversary, you know I\'ve been waiting for you for eight years, you know..."

The originally quiet corridor was so noisy when they cried.

Shen Qingqing\'s head hurt because of the noise. He looked at the number plate in his hand and got up to hand it to the two. They thanked each other for their kindness, so they almost kowtowed.

Finally, Shen Qingqing calmed down. Shen Qingqing leaned back on the chair, looked indifferent and played with her fingers at will. Before long, Ou Qing came back with a cup of warm soybean milk in her hand.

"Wife, I\'m drinking soybean milk." Ou Qing squatted in front of Shen Qingqing. His excessively handsome appearance brightened people\'s eyes.

Shen Qingqing smiled and took the soymilk in his hand. It was warm and not too sweet. It seemed to warm his heart.

A cup of soybean milk came to an end in an instant. Shen Qingqing threw the half empty bottle to him. Ou Qing had no choice but to smile. She took the leftover soybean milk and drank it. It seemed that she was in a good mood.

"Ah Qing, I just transferred your number card." Shen Qingqing smiled and said casually.

Ou Qing also smiled, spread out his palm in front of her and asked playfully, "what about the transfer fee?"

Shen Qingqing had a deeper smile on her lips. She patted her palm, but he held it.

"I said Shen Qingqing, why don\'t you transfer your husband?"

"I want to, but no one will accept it." Shen Qingqing smiled mischievously and shouted to the woman behind him, "sister, I have transferred him, will you accept it?"

"Ah?" the woman didn\'t react for a moment.

Ou Qing was handsome and a little too much. The woman\'s cheeks were blushing and she was frozen in place, and the man beside her changed his face at that time.

Ou Qingjun\'s face remained unchanged. He held Shen Qingqing on his lap, bowed his head and kissed her lips. He said in a warm voice, "Shen Qingqing, you\'ve gone too far."

Shen Qingqing spits out his tongue playfully, leans his head against his chest, and obediently doesn\'t speak again.

The atmosphere was rarely quiet, but ouqing\'s mobile phone suddenly rang. He put Shen Qingqing aside and said in a warm voice, "I\'ll answer the phone."

"Yes." Shen Qingqing smiled and nodded.

After Ou Qing left, the woman on one side came up and asked, "you give me the number card, what do you do? Aren\'t you married?"

Shen Qingqing shrugged indifferently and said, "if we can\'t get married today, he can\'t become a regular, so he will be more anxious than me."