Don't Call Me A Xue, Call Me Sister Xue

"Since you're out here, let's carry the drinks inside," Liu Bo said as he walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk.

Song Anquan followed and smiled, "Alright, how much is there?"

"Ten cases."

"Ten... that much?"

"Hehe, our group has a great tolerance for alcohol. This might not even be enough."

Looking at the fully stuffed trunk, Song Anquan swallowed hard.

"Let's just carry them in first."

"Okay."

As they spoke, the two stacked the cases to carry two at a time. Meng Qianyu also followed, carrying a case into the yard.

At this time, Pan Ning, Shen Yixue, and Wang Xiaoyan also came out to help.

The ten cases of beer were quickly moved inside.

"Yoho? Brother Yang has a nice place here. This living room, this dining room, pretty spacious, huh." Liu Bo looked around, turning his head to take it all in.

"Stop looking and unpack the beer to chill in the fridge, or else you won't have anything cold to drink later," Pan Ning called out from the side.

"Oh, oh, alright."

Shen Yixue walked up to Liu Bo and patted his shoulder, "You guy, there's another girl here, come over and say hi."

"Oh right, I didn't notice, my bad, my bad." Liu Bo walked up to Wang Xiaoyan with a smile, nodding, "Hello beautiful, I'm Brother Yang's good brother Liu Bo. How should I address you?"

Before Wang Xiaoyan could answer, Song Anquan smiled from the side, "Brother Fatty, this is my wife, Wang Xiaoyan."

"Oh? This is your wife? I thought you weren't married yet."

"We haven't been married for long."

"Hello, Brother Bo," Wang Xiaoyan said politely.

"Hello, hello, such a great beauty! Haha, come sit down, sit down."

Wang Xiaoyan smiled shyly, looked at the drinks by the kitchen, and said, "I'll help you put the drinks away."

"No need, no need, you just sit and relax. How could I let a beauty help me out, right Lao Song?" Liu Bo looked at Song Anquan and smiled.

"Haha, yes, yes, yes, but my wife is quite diligent. It's fine if we help out together."

"You can help. The beauties can just sit and relax."

"Yo, Fatty, I don't usually see you being this nice. Haven't seen you for a few days and you've become so smooth?" Shen Yixue laughed from not far away.

"Oh, Ah Xue, what are you saying? Haven't I, Pang Ge, always been this honest, hardworking, and helpful person?"

"What Ah Xue? Call me Sister Xue!"

"Alright, alright, Sister Xue!"

Joking around, the group quickly stuffed a portion of the beer into the fridge to chill.

At this time, Pan Ning walked over and asked, "How many cases of beer did you buy?"

"Ten cases."

"Not enough. Go buy another ten cases."

"Sister, can I rest for a bit before I go?"

"Fine."

"Hey, wait! Xiao Ji should be arriving soon, just ask him to bring them over."

"Then you tell him."

"Okay, I'll tell him."

With nothing to do for the moment, everyone sat on the sofa chatting.

Song Anquan initially thought that Su Yang's rich friends might be hard to get along with. After all, he had seen many wealthy people who were very arrogant, especially the half-baked ones who looked down on those poorer than them.

However, to his surprise, after interacting with them, every single one of them was very easy to talk to, without any of those so-called pretentious airs.

This gradually relaxed his initially tense mood, and he quickly blended in with everyone.

More than ten minutes later, the roar of an engine echoed again at the courtyard gate.

Liu Bo tilted his head to look through the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw an M4 speed past.

"Eh? Isn't that Xiao Ji's car? Why did he drive away?"

"He's never been here before. Go out and fetch him," Pan Ning said.

"Alright, Lao Song, let's go."

Liu Bo called Song Anquan to join him at the courtyard gate. Soon, Ji Bo turned around and came back.

As he approached the two, he stuck his head out and laughed, "Hahaha, sorry, I drove past it."

"You guy, park over here."

"Okay."

Watching from the side, Song Anquan thought to himself, 'Damn, another rich guy. This M4 is really cool.'

Once Ji Bo parked the car and got out, they introduced each other to Song Anquan.

"By the way, where are the drinks I asked you to buy?"

"Fuck!!! I forgot," Ji Bo slapped his big head and cried out.

"Tsk!! What exactly can you do? You even forget when asked to buy some drinks." Liu Bo rolled his eyes at Ji Bo. "Forget it, I'll go buy them. Lao Song, let's go, we'll take my car."

"Alright."

"I'll go too, I'll go too," Ji Bo eagerly followed them into the car.

Liu Bo drove the car out and headed out of Lianwu Lake.

Inside the house, after waiting for a long time without seeing anyone come in, the girls tilted their heads to look out.

"Eh? Why did they go out and not come back?"

"I guess Xiao Ji forgot to buy the drinks, so the three of them went out together to buy them," Pan Ning said casually.

"Probably."

Half an hour later, the three returned to the entrance of the Tomato House.

Liu Bo bought another ten cases of beer. Adding the ten cases they bought earlier, they now had a total of twenty cases, plus the half case of Maotai that Su Yang had left over. It would definitely be enough.

After carrying the drinks inside, the three walked onto the terrace and sat down to rest.

......

It was already 1:30 PM, and Su Yang finally got his motorcycle driver's license at the DMV.

"Damn it, waiting made me so sleepy."

Just as he said that, his phone rang.

He picked it up and answered, "Hello, Yixue."

"Why aren't you back yet?"

"I just got my driver's license, I'm heading back now."

"Alright, hurry up. There are already quite a few people at the house. Your childhood friends have been here for a while."

"Okay, I know, I'll be right back."

Hanging up the phone, Su Yang put his driver's license into his bag, walked out of the DMV, and arrived at the street.

Two minutes later, he got into a taxi and headed towards the Tomato House.

Just as they entered the country road of Lianwu Lake, a purple Panamera GTS quickly overtook them from the left.

"Hmm? Whose car is this?" Su Yang tilted his head to look at the rear of the car, but it quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

"Driver, catch up to that car in front!"

"Huh? Boss, that's a Porsche. I'm afraid my little taxi won't be able to catch up."

Su Yang scratched his head, "Forget it then, let's just drive slowly. We're almost there anyway."

A few minutes later, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a call from Xia Li.

Su Yang smiled faintly, "So it was her car."

"Hello, President Xia."

"President Xia my foot, I'm at the gate of your courtyard."

"Then go on inside first. I'm right behind you, you just overtook me."

"I overtook you?"

"Yeah, are you driving a purple Panamera?"

"Yes."

"Hehe, I knew it. I'm in the taxi behind you."

"A taxi?"

"Yeah, I had some things to do this morning and went out without driving. I'm just coming back now. You can go inside first, there are people in the house. We drank together with them in Shima Town before."

"It's been a long time, and I'm not that familiar with them. Forget it, I'll wait for you to arrive before going in."

"A big boss like you who has seen so much of the world is feeling shy?"

On the other end of the phone, Xia Li rolled her eyes, "Stop nagging and hurry up."

"Alright, alright, alright."

A few minutes later, the taxi arrived at the entrance of the Tomato House, and Su Yang paid and got out.

As soon as he got out, he saw Xia Li standing by the lake not far away.

Her outfit today was very casual. She wore a thin, dark grey sleeveless vest over a white short-sleeved T-shirt, paired with loose white polka-dot pants. Her large, brown wavy hair cascaded down her back, and she carried a black leather bag in her hand.

However, her makeup maintained that mature, commanding aura, and her fiery red lips were incredibly captivating.

Su Yang smiled and walked toward her. "Sister Xia! Over here."

"Long time no see, Boss Su," Xia Li greeted him, walking over with a radiant smile.

"Drop the 'Boss Su' stuff. Just call me by my name when we're out."

"Alright then. Where have you been?"

"I bought a motorcycle, so I took some time this morning to go take my license test."

"Oh? You're into motorcycles?"

"I just suddenly got interested in them recently. How have you been?"

"Just the usual."

Su Yang nodded. "How are things at the company?"

"Wow, you actually have the nerve to ask? You're completely hands-off and don't even show up to the office once a month. Anyone who didn't know better would think I was the big boss."

Su Yang grinned. "Hehe, thanks for all the hard work."

"Such a hard life, but what can I do when I'm your employee?" Xia Li teased.

"Haha, let's not talk about that. Come on, let's go inside and chat."

......

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