Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 110 Jin Ziqi, I'm Back! (2)
"Do you even care about coffee now?" The old man's voice was without any emotion.

Song Qiyan disapproved and sat down opposite Song Zhiren, gracefully crossing his legs.

With a slight lift of his right hand, the cup of coffee was casually placed on the table.

"This is my office. Although it's just an idle job, it's not a place where you can enter without invitation."

Song Qiyan said lightly, looking directly into Song Zhiren's eyes with deep eyes: "What are you looking for me for?"

"Are you really going to get married? With whom, the girl of the Jin family?"

Isn't the ring in Song Zhiren's hand the one he hid in the drawer?
"You—" Song Qiyan snatched it angrily, "Who allowed you to rummage through my things?"

Song Zhiren not only didn't mind his rudeness, but nodded and laughed a few times, "As expected of my son."

Song Qiyan inspected the pair of rings inside, then carefully put it away, squinted Song Zhiren and sneered, "It doesn't matter if it's your son or not."

Song Zhiren slowly restrained his smile, and then changed into another kind of meaningful smile.

"Being around a woman all day, can't you do something else?"

"I have nothing in common with you." Song Qiyan got up to leave after putting aside a concluding sentence.

He did not forget to take out the pair of rings before leaving and looked back and forth carefully, his eyes full of pride.

Song Zhiren looked at his unpromising look, but smiled with his lips pursed, "I heard that you have been in and out of the company many times today, in that case, you might as well stay by Xiao Qi's side, why are you still running away?" return?"

"Xiao Qi was called by you!" Song Qiyan made no secret of his dissatisfaction.

Song Zhiren shook his head with a chuckle, and stood up on crutches, "Stingy, vengeful, insidious, cunning, typical villain mentality, how can you be my son like this?"

"Little man?" Song Qiyan rolled his lips, "To be more precise, he should be a hero."

Song Zhiren glanced at him lightly, and remained silent for a while, "It seems that the skin is thick enough."

As he spoke, he took out a small gift box from his pocket and put it on the table.

"This is a ring that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Lan family. Your mother once said that she would give it to her daughter-in-law."

Song Zhiren's face had slight mood swings, but he suppressed it instantly. He looked at Song Qiyan who was staring at the gift box, "Give it to that girl of the Jin family."

Song Zhiren's temples were already gray, and there were deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

The atmosphere of the whole office was enveloped in a low pressure, he stopped talking, and walked out slowly on crutches.

Jin Ziqi went back to Fengqi wet all over. Fortunately, there were spare clothes in the office, so he avoided catching a cold.

It's just that when she thinks of Song Qiyan leaving herself by the side of the road, even if she is as calm as her, she feels a little depressed.

Women always hope that their men can take good care of themselves.

In the afternoon, Jin Ziqi hesitated for a while, but still sent a text message to Yin Li with his mobile phone.

Ah Li, I got married today, please bless me.

For a long time, the phone didn't respond and lay quietly on the desk.

Jin Ziqi leaned back on the chair, it seems that the news is indeed shocking, is even Yin Li stupid?

What kind of restlessness would it be if you put the red book in front of your parents at night?

After Jin Ziqi finished the report he got back from Song Qiyan, he received a call from Yin Li.

"Why did you pick it up so quickly?" Yin Li's tone was a little stunned.

Jin Ziqi closed the folder and sat comfortably on the seat, "Then why don't you open it after I hang up?"

Only in front of Yin Li can she dare to be so unscrupulous.

But now, there is another man.

Hearing Jin Ziqi's polite rhetorical question, Yin Li immediately replied: "Damn!"

Holding his throat, his sharp voice is no different from that of an opera singer.

A seemingly personable person always has something to make people spurt blood.

Jin Ziqi, on the other hand, seemed not to be surprised. When the old-fashioned report came from the receiver, Yin Li impatiently perfunctory a few words. Her brows were slightly condensed, and she couldn't help but asked in surprise, "A Li, what do you do every day? How much money do you lose?"

Yin Li did not work in the family business, but opened a bar in the city by himself.

However, the turnover has been growing negatively and exponentially for a long time, requiring Yin Guoping's monthly funding and sponsorship.

Faced with Jin Ziqi's sudden question, Yin Li obviously adapted well: "15.00%."

"In this case, it's better to close it to save money." Jin Ziqi gave his own suggestion.

Yin Li paused for a while, and snorted to express the smile in his tone: "Then, like you, study business management, get an MBA, and prepare for taking charge of the family business in the future?"

Jin Ziqi smiled, "I always have to go back."

"Then let me do the dying struggle first."

Deep down, who doesn't like freedom?
But, what freedom is there for people like them?
The mission of the family has been given from birth, and sometimes, even marriage is out of control.

Jin Ziqi looked up at the clear sky and heard Yin Li's voice, "That person is Song Qiyan?"

"Yeah." Jin Ziqi pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to hide anything from Yin Li.

Yin Li's sigh came from the receiver, "Are you sure there is no problem with this marriage?"

"For me right now, it should be the best choice."

Yin Li suddenly stopped talking, and after a while his laughter came, "Then go to the Song family to have some fun."

Jin Ziqi smiled lightly and turned back, "Where do you think the Song family is?"

Yin Li replied with a serious voice: "It's just a stage where the modern version of Jin Zhi Desire is performed."

Gradually stopped laughing, and Jin Ziqi seriously extended the invitation, "A Li, come out for dinner sometime."

Yin Li was surprised, "Could it be that Song Qiyan isn't going to have a wedding after getting a certificate with you?"

"It doesn't matter that much. For me, it doesn't matter whether I have a wedding or not."

Jin Ziqi likes to be quiet by nature, and he has been used to seeing scenes of vain and submissive over the years, so naturally he doesn't want to be extravagant and wasteful.

"Then about Su Hengfeng, is there any problem?"

Yin Li brought up another topic. He was probably worried that the existence of Su Hengfeng would have some negative impact on her marriage with Song Qiyan, right?
Jin Ziqi shook his head, "He's him, I'm me, it's irrelevant at first, but now he's his aunt."

Hearing the word aunt, Yin Li felt excited, inexplicably excited.

"Speaking of this, when you toast on your wedding day, you have to call him 'good nephew' in front of all the guests, otherwise you will be so suffocated all these years."

(End of this chapter)