The girl didn't know why, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and she just looked at him.

Song Qishen just said lightly, "Is the milk not delicious or something? You don't like milk the most, so drinking milk is enough."

But his tone was almost the same as usual, but his expression was a little strange.

"I also love drinking blueberry juice." Qianzhi blinked, not taking his words to heart.

Song Qishen was silent for a while, "If you like to drink, drink less and drink more milk."

Qian Zhi stretched out her hand and scratched her hair, feeling that Song Qishen's words today were particularly nonsensical.

But only Song Qishen himself can understand the reason.

If he remembers correctly.

The Lin family has an outsourced blueberry orchard industry chain abroad, and Europe is rich in low-rose blueberries. The Lin family's brewing of blueberry wine, blending of blueberry juice, and external distribution are a small part of their overseas business.

And Lin Qinglai has been abroad in the past few years.

He happens to be in charge of Lin's overseas business.

The author has something to say: A seller of imported blueberry juice from a certain treasure: Damn, thank you, Prince Song, for changing my surname to Lin. I am very panicked by this sudden wave of rebates!
Chapter completed!