Zhong Ruanxing originally didn't plan to change to pink, but when she heard him say that, she suddenly wanted to act out: "But I just like pink~".
Song JinXing: "............." Forget it, just change it back later, he took a few seconds to convince himself: "Then you can change it."
Zhong Ruanxing didn't expect that he would really agree, so she took advantage of the situation and repeatedly pushed the boundaries: "Can I also change the sofa in your office at the same time? It's so uncomfortable to lie on."
Song JinXing had a headache: "The office needs to be pink too?"
Zhong Ruanxing laughed and shook lying on the sofa.
After a long while, Song JinXing, who didn't know what kind of psychological process he had gone through, still compromised: "Do whatever you want, just let Fu Ling arrange it."
"Yay!"
With his approval, Zhong Ruanxing was already imagining how to transform this luxury mansion in her mind. For a while, no one spoke, only the noisy sound of the TV, and after a long time, Zhong Ruanxing realized the voice call was still on.
She grabbed her phone: "Hello?"
"Hmm?"
She wondered: "Why haven't you hung up yet?"
Song JinXing didn't answer, but asked her in return: "Are you still afraid?"
Zhong Ruanxing felt it: "I'm a little used to it now, not so scared anymore."
She yawned, and Song JinXing said, "Go to sleep, I'll hang up when you get to the bedroom."
Zhong Ruanxing responded, picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, and walked upstairs. The soft slippers were very comfortable. All the way to the bedroom, Song JinXing heard the sound of her turning on the lights and said in a low voice, "Well I'll hang up now, rest early."
Zhong Ruanxing suddenly spoke up: "What if we can never switch back?"
The voice on the phone didn't hesitate at all, Song JinXing sounded very calm: "If you agree, I will choose to marry you, this is the best solution for both of us."
He must have considered this issue long ago, and this is indeed the best solution for both parties.
How many people dream of marrying into a wealthy family. If there really comes a day when she marries Song JinXing, she can imagine how shocked the entertainment industry would be, especially those opponents of hers, who would probably be so jealous that their eyes bleed.
But thinking this way, Zhong Ruanxing didn't feel very happy.
After all, she yearned for love, she wanted a perfect love story where love leads to marriage, not being bound for life to someone she didn't have feelings for under such forced body swapping circumstances.
Seemingly sensing her low mood, Song JinXing said in a low voice, "There will be solutions. Let Fu Ling contact the master in the circle tomorrow, let's give it a try."
With the Song family's capabilities, looking for top masters across the country is just a phone call away. There are always more solutions than difficulties. Zhong Ruanxing cheered up, "Okay!"
No time like the present, after hanging up the phone, Zhong Ruanxing immediately sent Fu Ling a message to contact the famous Pinghe Grandmaster in the entertainment industry, and to investigate the currently famous metaphysics masters in the country at the same time, invite them all over if can get in touch.
The Song Group's business involved the entertainment industry, but not much, basically all handled by Song Lecheng's Huaguang Media.
Fu Ling, who was just about to go to bed, received a message from his boss and was shocked for two seconds.
Why did the boss, a good socialist successor, suddenly get into feudal superstition? However, he had heard that big business families do find metaphysics masters to look at feng shui and fortune telling, he just didn't expect the Ivy League educated boss to believe in this stuff too.
Looking for so many masters, who is the boss trying to deal with? Could it be that the boss is finally going to take action against that troublesome second young master?
With a heart full of puzzles, Fu Ling replied: Received, Boss.
Fu Ling could handle things reliably, so Zhong Ruanxing went to bed with peace of mind.
The night passed uneventfully, and as daylight spread, the city began to wake up. Reminded by Song JinXing yesterday morning, Liu Cai came with freshly bought groceries before eight o'clock. Seeing the beautiful woman standing on the balcony stretching, she flattered: "Miss Zhong, good morning! I bought a lot of ingredients, let's eat at home for lunch?"
Song JinXing had just finished his morning core workout. Zhong Ruanxing's body was quite flexible. He placed his legs on the guardrail to stretch by pressing down. As always, he was aloof: "No need, I'm going out soon."
Zhong's father was also off today. After Song JinXing took a shower and changed his clothes, there was already a bowl of tomato egg noodles cooked by him on the table.
Liu Cai said enthusiastically while washing vegetables: "Brother Zhong, nice weather today, why don't you take Sister Lin out for a stroll and come back for lunch."
Unfortunately Zhong's father was an introverted social recluse. He only nodded and hid back into his room. Liu Cai had to shut up awkwardly.
After eating, Song JinXing was about to go out when a monkey suddenly hung on his leg again. Looking down, Zhong You blinked his watery big eyes, craned his little head and blinked at him: "Sis, where are you going? YouYou wants to go too!"
Song JinXing said, "Get down."
Zhong You hugged him tightly: "Sis won't let me down unless you agree!" She rubbed her head against him: "Take me along, take me along, I haven't gone out to play with sis for a long time."
Song JinXing shook his leg, but couldn't shake her off.
After a while, he conceded: "Get down, I'll take you with me."
Zhong You immediately jumped down, her little hand holding his finger: "Yay! YouYou loves sis the most!"
After putting on their shoes, Song JinXing saw the Doraemon keychain hanging on the front door. Looking at the small car key, he had a bad premonition. Indeed, when he took the elevator down to the underground parking level 1, spot 167, Song JinXing fell silent at the sight of the parked baby bus plastered with pink Hello Kitty stickers.
Zhong Ruanxing's arrogant voice last night boasting about having a car was still ringing in his ears.
Then looking at the baby bus before him, Song JinXing had the urge to turn around and leave.
But of course Zhong You wouldn't let him have his way. She deftly took the car key from him and pressed the unlock button, happily climbing into the passenger seat: "Let's go out and play in the car!"
Song JinXing resigned himself to the driver's seat.
After driving out of the residential area, Zhong You looked around curiously: "Sis, where are we going to play?"
Song JinXing stared straight ahead: "Going to buy a car."
Zhong You's eyes widened: "But don't we already have a car?" She patted the seat: "I love it most when sis drives this car to pick me up from kindergarten! Sis, I want to stick another kitty on the car roof."
Song JinXing stepped on the gas.
When they arrived at the 4S dealership, Zhong You, who had been babbling and fidgeting the whole way, suddenly quieted down. She clung to the window looking solemnly at the luxurious exhibition hall before her.
Song JinXing parked the car and leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt. Zhong You suddenly said in a small voice, "Sis, let's go."
Song JinXing: "Hmm?"
Zhong You looked very solemn: "The cars here clearly cost a lot of money to buy! Sis doesn't have money, YouYou doesn't either, let's go quickly."
Song JinXing didn't expect a four-year-old girl to be so sensible. A hard to describe emotion flashed through his heart. He got out of the car holding her and walked towards the exhibition hall: "Sis has money."