I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 485 I Don't Want to Wet the Sheets
In the bathroom, the sound of running water was like countless bugs gnawing at Song Yan's ears.

Clear, yet grating.

He sighed, went out, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly.

With a flattering and smiling voice, "Boss! Do you have any orders?"

"You have to deal with the fraudulent insurance in the next two days." Song Yan put down the phone and glanced at the date on the top of the phone, "You will return to the Imperial Capital in two days."

Sun Rongquan said "ah", "But I just came to City A. I haven't visited many places yet."

Song Yan gave no room for negotiation, "You will go back in two days. By the way, let me learn the knowledge of palmistry."

"Old. Boss"

"something wrong?"

"No"

Sun Rongquan was on the other end of the phone, wilting like an eggplant beaten by Shuang.

"Also. No matter what, the crime of intentional injury must be added to that woman's case file. It's not deliberate, but she should bear the responsibility, and nothing less." Song Yan paused, "As for the little girl and What you discussed."

"You can deal with it as long as you look at it, and you don't need to charge for it."

He knew that she was planning a variety show recently, and the packaging and publicity in the early stage were not a small fee, let alone the post-production.

"Don't worry, I don't dare to take money from my sister-in-law." Sun Rongquan chuckled, not at all as calm and composed as a lawyer.

"I'll ask the company's finance department to pay you the money." Song Yan's voice was not mixed with emotion, "At the same time, in the labor contract between Song and you, you can also increase the profit from 5.00% to [-]%."

5.00 percent, raised to [-] percent
This is equivalent to his salary increase?
"Ahhh! Boss, you are simply the biggest treasure in this world, I. Dududu." I love you.

When the phone was hung up, Su Shao pushed open the door and came out.

Song Yan turned around and saw such a heart-pounding scene.

The girl was wearing a pure white shirt, her legs were slender and straight, so white that they glowed.

The rigid shirt style made her wear it with a full charm.

The wide hem covers the thighs, and the two buttons on the neckline are unbuttoned, revealing the swan neck and the beautifully curved collarbone.

The hair should not be dry yet, the girl held the towel in her hand, turned her head slightly to wipe it, her eyes were filled with the mist from the shower, and she looked at him in a daze.

"Brother, I can't find the hair dryer."

Seeing Song Yan staring at her silently, Su Shao called again, with a nasal voice, "Baby Song?"

Song Yan still didn't say a word, walked into the bathroom with strides, and came out with a white hair dryer in his hand after a while.

He plugged in the electricity, looked at Su Shao, "Come here."

Su Shao sat down obediently.

The warm wind surged through her hair, but what was gentler than the wind was Song Yan's movements.

Very light, very careful, afraid of hurting her hair.

When Song Yan returned to the house after taking a shower, he saw the little girl sitting on the bed with the quilt covering her legs.

Against the backdrop of the bedside ambient light, her eyes were bright and bright, like washed grapes.

This is the "grape", it seems a bit malicious
Seeing Song Yan approaching, Su Shao moved to one side to make room for him.

so nice?
Song Yan lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down.

As soon as I lay down, a lump of softness squeezed into my arms.

Su Shao wrapped his arms around Song Yan's waist, "Brother!"

Song Yan said "hmm".

"I want to kiss you."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her belt up, and his eyes met with each other.

Song Yan leaned close to Su Shao, very generously, "Kiss."

Unexpectedly, the little girl turned her head to avoid the heat of his breath.

"No."

Before Song Yan could ask why, the next sentence that fell in his ear made his head almost explode.

"The panties are washed, and I don't want to get the sheets wet."

(End of this chapter)