At that time, another half million may not be enough.
"Then what do you think?" The chief looked at Song Yiyuan with a dark face, as if he only wanted his wife to forget that he was a soldier.
He had forgotten that this effect was what he wanted from the beginning.
He wanted Song Yiyuan to seduce Lin Qingqing and tie up Lin Qingqing.
Song Yiyuan's eyes turned on the faces of the chief and political commissar Wang.
"Eight hundred thousand is reasonable."
The chief understood what he meant. He didn't want to see his wife suffer, nor did he want the army to be in too much trouble.
He raised his index finger and tapped Song Yiyuan: "Okay, good boy." It was all planned on him.
Seeing Song Yiyuan's unhurried expression, Political Commissar Wang knew that this kid had made up his mind to get it.
"Okay, when we apply to the superiors, we will tell you that you mentioned it. We will not take the blame."
It was clear that Lin Qingqing and Deputy Commander Liao had made an agreement that day, but now they have changed their minds. Didn't it make it difficult for them to do it? If they report it to Deputy Commander Liao, they won't be scolded to death.
The chief picked up the document bag. Inside was the buyout contract and bankbook, which are no longer needed now.
"We will come back tomorrow." After saying this, the chief left angrily.
Lin Qingqing smiled and sent the two black-faced leaders out. Seeing that the two did not refuse directly, it meant there was something going on.
Song Yiyuan added 300,000 yuan to her assets with just a few words. She plans to treat him better these days~
She knows that the extra 300,000 yuan is not Because Song Yiyuan opened his mouth and gave him the support of the Song family, giving him the confidence to take advantage of the country.
To put it bluntly, it is to cash in the contributions of generations of the Song family to the country.
Thinking of Song Yiyuan's previous talk about going to Kyoto, she now had other thoughts in mind.
Song Yiyuan waited for the leader to leave, then went back to the kitchen and brought the food to the hall to eat.
"Eat."
He stood at the door of the hall and said to Lin Qingqing in the yard.
Lin Qingqing took the three cups on the stone table into the basin under the water pump, hoping to wash them before eating.
Song Yiyuan came over and pulled Lin Qingqing up, and said softly: "Eat first, I'll wash up later."
Lin Qingqing stood up helplessly. Why did she feel that she would be worse after Xiaomei left? Waste.
The two returned to the hall, sat opposite each other, and picked up their chopsticks and bowls at the same time.
Lin Qingqing looked at the white rice, fried beans, rabbit and potatoes on the table. They seemed to be in good condition.
Song Yiyuan watched Lin Qingqing pick up the vegetables and eat them slowly, but did not dislike the food he cooked.
He was in a good mood and started eating.
Under Song Yiyuan’s constant gaze, Lin Qingqing finished her meal without changing her expression and was about to clean up.Song Yiyuan had already put away the bowls and chopsticks, put them in the basin, put on an apron and started washing.
Lin Qingqing: "..."
She took the basin to the small pot in the kitchen and poured hot water into it to wash herself. Song Yiyuan speeded up the dishwashing action, wanting to talk to Lin Qingqing later. Have a chat.
Lin Qingqing returned to the room with a basin of hot water and locked the door.
He slipped into the space, went back to his dormitory and took a comfortable shower, then came out and slowly wiped off his clothes in the room.
When she came out again, it was already six minutes later.
Song Yiyuan took off his shirt and took a bath in the yard with a basin of hot water.
Lin Qingqing: "..."
Song Yiyuan heard the noise behind him and turned around quickly. He did not expect Lin Qingqing to come out so fast.
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He hurriedly put the vest on his body, but the water on his upper body had not yet been wiped dry, and the vest clung tightly to his body.
The abdominal muscles, tight waistline, and the bumps on it are all exposed.
It would be better not to wear this.
When Lin Qingqing came out, she could see everything clearly.
The proportions of the inverted triangle, the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, strong and narrow waist, and the bulging muscles on the arms...hormones are about to burst out.
He is a typical person who takes off his clothes to show off his body and wears clothes to look slimmer. Normally when you look at him in military uniform, he looks tall and tall, but you don’t see that much muscle on his body.
"Are you washed?"
Song Yiyuan asked nervously. He felt that Qingqing's attitude towards him had just softened a little today, but he didn't want to think that he was a gangster and broke into a small business. The room is dark.
"Yeah."
Lin Qingqing came over and poured the water evenly into the vegetable patch, put down the basin and entered her room without any expression the whole time.
However, Song Yiyuan could clearly smell the cool mint-like fragrance on Lin Qingqing's body at the moment she passed by, subtracting a bit of the heat of the summer night.
Song Yiyuan saw Lin Qingqing return to the house. He took off his vest, washed himself again, took out a clean vest and military pants and put them on.
"叩叩叩~~~"
Song Yiyuan's hair was still half dry after taking a shower. He combed the wet hair to his head with his hands, and it still hung down on his forehead. With some hair.
His facial features were as clean and clear as if they had just been washed with water.
Lin Qingqing opened the door and saw Song Yiyuan standing at the door with a smile on his face and an enamel bowl in his hand.
"This is the pear soup I made in a small pot when I was cooking. Drink some to moisten your lungs."
Lin Qingqing glanced at the enamel bowl, which contained light yellow pears. The soup smelled sweet. For the sake of the 300,000 yuan, she nodded.
He stretched out his hand to take it.
Song Yiyuan moved away: "Re, I'll put it on the desk for you."
He saw that the lamp on Lin Qingqing's desk was on. She must have been writing something just now.
Lin Qingqing turned sideways and let Song Yiyuan in.
He came in and put down the enamel bowl, saw Lin Qingqing reading high school textbooks, turned around and asked, "Are you studying high school knowledge?"
Lin Qingqing nodded.
She just took it out just to find out what the teaching materials of this era were like so that she could teach Xiaomei better in the future.
Song Yiyuan smiled: "I haven't forgotten anything I learned in high school. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
"No need." Lin Qingqing said expressionlessly.
"It's still early and I can't sleep. Why don't I read a book with you?"
He said tentatively.
Lin Qingqing stood by the door and looked at him like this, looking at him...
Song Yiyuan pursed his lips, he understood.
He walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around to face Lin Qingqing, staring at Lin Qingqing closely.
Lin Qingqing: "?"
Song Yiyuan stretched out his arms: "I helped you earn three hundred thousand today, can you give me a hug?"
< p> Lin Qingqing: "..."