Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades

Seeing Hong Kong running away, Bai Fumei only raised her eyebrows faintly, turned her head and glanced at Song Yi, and said coldly: "Song Yi, you come with me."

"Yes."

Song Yi nodded and followed Bai Fume directly to the innermost lounge of Huangquan Express, which was Bai Fume's private lounge.

As soon as she entered the door, before Bai Fume could speak, Song Yi smiled and handed the pot of hot soup to Bai Fume's face.

"Madame, your hot soup. Meng made it by herself. She said you like this soup the most. Drink it while it is hot."

"Po Meng's soup?"

Bai Fumei frowned and looked at Song Yi deeply, with a clear tone: "Did you help her deliver the courier? Huh? The rules are broken, right?"

As he said, Bai Fume's face immediately became hard to look: "Do you know the cost of breaking the rules? I don't want this month's salary, right?"

"I know, I know!"

If a few years ago, seeing her so angry, Song Yi would be really scared. But after several years of getting along with each other, Song Yi has already noticed that Bai Fumei has always been a cold-faced, hard-hearted person.

You see she is so greedy for money and so mean, but she also has a generous side.

When she refused to pay Song Yi's salary, she secretly remitted a large sum of money to Song Yi's mother, which was higher than the amount that Song Yi's mother was cheated by.

Bai Fumei never said about these things. Song Yi called his home later, and Song Yi learned that a mysterious person was sending money to his home.

He couldn't find out who that person was, but he intuitively felt that that person was Bai Fumei.

Later, Song Yi tried it from the side, but Bai Fumei did not deny it.

So, whether it is a person or a ghost, you must not be fooled by their appearance.

Some who smile at you may not be true to you.

Some people who squint at you may not really treat you badly.

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Seeing Song Yi smiling at her hippiely, Bai Fumei couldn't help but glared at him: "Do you think you are the veteran of Huangquan Express, so you can do whatever you want? Huh?"

"No, there is true love in the world. The purpose of our Huangquan Express is also to warm ghosts with love, so I know that the boss will agree with me to do this, right?"

Song Yi looked at Bai Fumei with a smile on his face: "Well, the soup is here. If nothing happens, I will go out first?"

"Well, you go down!"

This man is really thick-skinned, now even she is not afraid? Bai Fumei waved her hand with a calm face.

"Well, then I'm leaving! Sister Bai, don't forget to drink soup!"

Before Song Yi left, he didn't forget a gentle exhortation. After saying this, he turned around and left.

"Who is your sister! Who is your sister called!"

Humph!

Bai Fumei snorted coldly in the room, but looking down at the soup pot in her hand, she couldn't help but soften her wink——

The soup made by Po Meng is really good!

…………

Song Yi came out of Huangquan Express and walked directly toward his home. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

The place he rented is a slum area in Yanjing. It is all low and old buildings, and the nearby streets and even the street lights are always good and bad.

And now, just across the street, a very luxurious car was parked.

Song Yi knows the logo of that car and knows that the car is worth at least several million. In Yanjing, there may be many cars of this grade, but it is really rare to see such cars here. .

Of course, what Song Yi cares most about is not the car, but the people next to it. At this time, there are three people standing next to the car.

To be precise, two people and one ghost.