MTL - The Vicious Female Supporting Role is So Tired [Quick Transmigration]-Chapter 48 Vicious female subordinate⑦

Ai Qian felt that the atmosphere was weird again, she said: "How about I accompany you downstairs for a walk? Sober up."

"Okay." Song Geran still looked at Ai Qian and smiled.

The two went downstairs, and the old Wang who set up the stall was no longer there, probably because Song Geran bought most of the fruits on his stall, so he was able to close the stall early today. The community where Ai Qian's house is located is an old community. Not only does it not have an elevator, but there is not even a security guard at the gate of the community.

However, security is quite good. There are two schools in the community, a junior high school and a kindergarten. The cars that send children to school every morning can block the community. There are a lot of food stalls in places with schools, and there are all kinds of snacks downstairs.

Ai Qian originally wanted to take Song Geran downstairs to sober up, but she was seduced by all kinds of snacks as soon as she got downstairs. When she woke up, Ai Qian was already standing in front of the chicken tenderloin stand, and Song Geran was whispering: "You like to eat this? Will this..." He wanted to say it was unhygienic, but the rules of love said that you can't treat each other I like to judge others.

So Song Geran said: "Can you still eat?"

Ai Qian said confidently: "Will I be able to eat this? This is the taste."

Song Geran looked at the pile of chicken fillets that the stall owner fished out from the pan, and didn't understand what kind of taste it was. Ai Qian bought a fried chicken fillet and a chicken clavicle, and ate happily. Seeing Song Geran looking at her, Ai Qian sent the chicken tenders forward, "You can eat it too."

Song Geran didn't want to eat, he was just worried about Ai Qian's health, but he couldn't refuse Ai Qian's invitation, so he poked a chicken fillet with a bamboo stick and put it in his mouth.

This thing called chicken fillet is quite fragrant, but it has a strong oily smell, which Song Geran doesn't like very much. Ai Qian sighed comfortably: "I have liked to eat these since I was a child, but my mother insisted on not giving them to me, so I can only eat them secretly."

The mother Ai Qian was talking about was her own mother. Xu Qian's mother had never asked her in this regard, because Xu Qian was very body-conscious since she was a child, and she always hated these things that destroy her body.

The rules of love say that you should silently observe everything about the other party and collect her hobbies, so that the relationship between the two can be more harmonious. She likes to eat chicken tenders, Song Geran remembered.

Song Geran said: "Do you know that the owner of your office intends to promote you to be the manager of the HR department? I saw the recommendation form today. Why isn't you in it?"

Unexpectedly, he remembered this, and Ai Qian smiled and said, "I think my ability may not be enough for this position."

"I think you can." Song Geran said.

Ai Qian said in surprise, "Do you have so much confidence in me?"

"Because there are many experienced old employees in the personnel department." Song Geran said seriously: "As long as you don't mess around, there will be no trouble."

Essie: "..."

Ai Qian said: "That looks a bit like your surrogate driver, let's say goodbye."

Song Geran looked in the direction Ai Qian pointed, and said, "How do you know that he is the substitute driver?"

At this time, the man walked up to Song Geran's car, then looked at Song Geran and said, "Is that the driver you called?"

Song Geran: "Yes."

Essie: "I guess..."

Song Geran felt reluctant to part with him when he got in the car, Ai Qian comforted him: "Don't worry, I will definitely bring you a delicious egg sandwich tomorrow morning."

After seeing off Song Geran, Ai Qian went upstairs, and said as soon as she entered the door: "Mom, make me an egg sandwich tomorrow morning, I want to take it to the company to eat."

Then she saw her father lying on the sofa hugging the pillow aggrievedly, the bright light of the TV shone on his reflective head, looking extremely bleak.

"What's the matter?" Ai Qian asked, "Why don't you go to the room to watch TV?"

There was a trace of helplessness in Father Xu's desperate expression, "I was kicked out by your mother. I don't know why your mother is so grumpy today."

Ai Qian stretched out her hand and scratched her neck, and said, "Dad, you have to understand Mom. Mom is now in a very critical period in her life."

"I know." Xu's father continued to despair: "That's why I sleep on the sofa obediently."

Essie: "Huh?"

"Ahem." Xu's father realized that he had said something wrong, and he said, "Then why do you hurry up and go to bed, because you have to go to work tomorrow."

After taking a shower and Ai Qian was drying her hair, Song Geran's text message arrived, with the simple two words good night still on it. Today Ai Qian will no longer foolishly think that he has any follow-up. She glanced at it and didn't take it seriously. She threw the phone aside to charge it, dried her hair and fell asleep.

Song Geran was sitting in the living room watching the football game with his brother, waiting for Ai Qian's good night. He waited and waited and waited until the game was over. The elder brother stood up from the sofa, patted Song Geran on the shoulder in relief and said, "You didn't like watching football games before, but today you watched the whole game with me. Go to sleep, brother is very touched."

Song Geran raised his head and asked his brother, "Under what circumstances will the other party not reply to the text message?"

The elder brother was taken aback, and said, "Is it a very important text message?"

Song Geran remembered the seriousness of the good night greeting mentioned in the love rules, he nodded solemnly, "It's very important."

"Then the other party didn't see something outside?" the elder brother said.

"Not outside." Song Geran said with certainty: "She's at home, and she's not busy."

"That means I don't want to go back." The elder brother said, "Is it something serious? Do you want to ask me in person tomorrow?"

"Hmm." Song Geran lowered his head slightly, a little aggrieved, doesn't she want to go back? Why? Mingming took himself back to meet his parents today.

Ai Qian didn't know Song Geran's reaction at all. She thought she went to bed early, so she woke up early the next day. After washing her face, she remembered what happened to her at the company two days ago, so she put on heavy makeup in front of the mirror. When I went out, I saw Dad Xu sitting at the dining table and sighing, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Father Xu said with a sad face: "I slept on the sofa all night, and my waist almost broke."

The corner of Ai Qian's mouth twitched, Dad Xu glanced cautiously in the direction of the kitchen, and said in a low voice, "I'll go buy wife's oral liquid for your mother this afternoon, otherwise this day will be impossible."

Ai Qian smiled inexplicably. At this time, Mother Xu came out of the kitchen, and Ai Qian said, "Mom, did you make me an egg sandwich?"

Xu's mother was taken aback for a moment, and said with extreme disgust: "I don't know where I learned the fault, what's so delicious about that thing."

After talking, Mother Xu went into the kitchen and quickly fried a poached egg. She sandwiched the poached egg with two slices of bread and said, "The egg sandwich you want."

Essie: "..."

Ai Qian asked in a complicated tone, "Isn't it a little too monotonous?"

"Still picking?" Mama Xu went into the kitchen as she said that, and after a while she took out a bottle of Laoganma, dug out a spoonful of Laoganma and covered the eggs, "It's not monotonous."

Essie: "..."

Ai Qian didn't dare to speak anymore, she was afraid that Mother Xu would add some weird things to it in the future.

Ai Qian arrived at the company with a specially made egg sandwich. Just as she arrived at the door of the office, she ran into the director again. The director looked at the fresh-keeping bag in her hand and said, "Go to the garbage again."

"…Um."

The director sniffled and said, "What the **** is this? Why does it smell like an old godmother?"

It's hard for Ai Qian to say that this is the old godmother. She was about to leave when the director said, "I'm putting on makeup today."

Essie smiled, "Yes."

"That's great." The director said from the bottom of his heart: "I didn't dare to recognize you every time I saw you without makeup two days ago."

"..."

Ai Qian stood at the elevator entrance and waited for the elevator just like yesterday, and it happened that the two women were also waiting for the elevator yesterday.

The two of them started whispering together as soon as they saw Ai Qian. Ai Qian stood expressionless, knowing what they were talking about without even thinking about it.

The two of them chattered a lot, and Aixi got into the elevator by herself and closed the door without waiting for them to come in.

After Ai Qian left, the two of them raised their voices a little louder, "I really don't know what's so good about her, what does Mr. Song like about her?"

"Hey?" Suddenly one of them said, "Do you think the bag in her hand looks familiar?"

"Does it look familiar?"

"When we were waiting for the elevator yesterday, the woman standing there seemed to be holding the same bag..."

"Oh my god, can't it be her?!"

"It's too insidious, even without makeup!"

When Song Geran saw the piece of bread with a poached egg painted on Laoganma, the complexity of his mood had caught up with the feeling of being discovered by his parents after being tricked into watching **** back then. He looked deeply at the sandwich, and asked, "Or the store from yesterday?"

Essie: "Yes."

"Oh." Song Geran's family never ate Laoganma, so when he saw the red, black, black and pungent thing on the poached egg, he rejected it in his heart. But Essie was still looking at him, and he couldn't show dislike. So Song Geran took a bite, and Ai Qian looked at him and said, "Is it delicious?"

Song Geran was already prepared to swallow it with force, but who knew that although it tasted strange, it was also delicious.

"Huh?" Song Geran said, "What kind of sauce is it on?"

Ai Qian said: "Old Godmother, haven't you eaten?"

"I've heard of it." Song Geran said, "So this is Lao Ganma."

Seeing him eating, Ai Qian said, "Then you eat, I'm going back to work."

"Wait." Song Geran stopped Ai Qian.

Essie turned her head, waiting for him to speak.

Song Geran's heart became a mess, and finally said: "Then why didn't you reply to my text message last night?"

"Huh?" Ai Qian subconsciously said, "What text message?"

In an instant, the grievance in my heart turned from the stream to the vast ocean, and Song Geran's fragile love boat was crumbling on the waves of loss. Song Geran had never been so wronged before. He looked at Ai Qian for a long time in disbelief, and finally he turned his back and said, "Let's go."

Ai Qian was baffled, and thought to herself, why did her eyes turn red when she was doing well? And even recited it to talk to her, what is this called?