After Song Chengyi finished speaking, he looked at Ning Yue with a smile on his eyes. Ning Yue blushed, but he deliberately said, "Do you dislike me for delaying your training?"

Song Chengyi raised his hand and gently wiped the Mili from the corner of her mouth: "Silly, can't you hear it? I'm confessing to you."

Before meeting Ningning, he really never thought that his future life would become so long-lasting, but as long as the other party was her, he would be happy.

The tenderness in Song Chengyi's eyes was so strong that it could not be dissolved, so Ning Yue quickly buried her head in her mouth and stuffed Milier into her mouth.

If it doesn't work, it won't work anymore. If you can't continue to look directly at him, she will be afraid that she will not be able to resist turning into a wolf and eating him as meat.

This topic cannot continue to communicate happily and normally.

Ning Yue suddenly remembered a question that she had been curious about before and asked: "Husband, your cool things are all sent by the same one? When we lived with everyone in the recruit camp, everyone's clothes were the same. Have you missed it?"

"I haven't. Every time I wash my clothes, I use two wooden clips to separate the sides from others. However, once I washed Neiku alone and hung it between the two clips. Later, when I went to collect it, I found that it was gone."

Ning Yue almost got stuck in a bite of food: "What about that?"

"Then? Then I confiscated it. At night, everyone took back all their clothes. There was a single hanging on the clothesline. I don't know who collected the wrong ones. When I woke up the next morning, I disappeared."

"Then no one has returned your pants?"

Song Chengyi shook his head: "No, I guess I'm embarrassed to return it when I found out that I had taken the wrong one!"

Even Neiku can wear other people's mistakes. Ning Yue felt evil just thinking about it, but fortunately, his husband can wear other people's things right.

After dinner, Song Chengyi washed the dishes, and the two of them moved chairs, sat in front of the desk, and began to plan the Chengzhuang factory.

Ning Yue had already drawn a sketch in the afternoon, and then took a pen and explained to Song Chengyi on paper: "Although these houses are a bit old, I still don't plan to promote reconstruction this year. I am going to buy a small truck and install a telephone, so that the funds will be a little overturned. In addition, many of the flower fields this year are seedlings for the first year, and the supply of flowers is not very large, so I plan to use these five houses first, and then accumulate some funds next year or the year after. By March, they will start reconstruction and then expand production scale."

Song Chengyi was completely unasked about how much money Ning Yue has. He received his salary every month and kept ten yuan pocket money himself. The rest were handed over to Ning Yue. Although his salary was only a fraction of the income of Ning Yue Chengzhuang Chengwei, he felt that this was a question of attitude and that the salary must be handed over to his wife.

Song Chengyi pointed to the open space at the last side: "Here, you can build a building first. When you plan to push down the house in front, you can make a spare factory. If you don't have enough money, your parents and elder brother will have a little bit of money, so you can definitely get some of them."

Ning Yue nodded: "Well, okay, wait until the operation is done first, and I will see when the construction will start based on the situation."
Chapter completed!