Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 363 Meeting on a Narrow Road, the Brave Wins! (2)
Looking at her dazed eyes, with a somewhat dull look, where she still has the posture of a shrewd businesswoman, he looked at her, and instantly wiped away the tiredness on his forehead just now, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Just about to say something, suddenly a loud sneeze absolutely destroyed the pink atmosphere.

Jin Ziqi was startled awake by his sneezing, glared at him, said "virtue" and opened the door to get out of the car.

Song Qiyan sucked his nose, it was really uncomfortable, got out of the car and caught up with her.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the main building, Manager Ming stepped forward to pass a message: "The chairman is waiting for you two in the study."

The first reaction in Jin Ziqi's brain was Secretary Hong's face. Seeing the demeanor of the steward, it was not necessarily a gratifying thing. On the contrary, it seemed that the situation was a little serious.

Song Qiyan just nodded indifferently, took her hand and went upstairs, then turned around and asked Manager Ming: "How is my father's face, is it red, white, or blue?"

Manager Ming was startled when he heard this, and then he regained his composure, "It should be black."

Song Qiyan understood it, nodded, and when he stepped up the stairs, Manager Ming added: "The chairman has read the report on the Secretary of Liuyang District, and someone from the city government called this afternoon."

Jin Ziqi's eyes flashed, did Song Zhiren ask them to go to question the crime?

Thinking of Secretary Hong's obscene eyes looking at her, Jin Ziqi couldn't restrain a chill, but was followed by a burst of confusion. It seemed that many people were targeting Song Qiyan for the net socks incident.

With many doubts in his heart, Song Qiyan dragged Jin Ziqi to the study together.

Jin Ziqi came to Song Zhiren's study room twice, both times for the same purpose, to use her to persuade Song Qiyan to accept his illegitimate son who was living abroad.

When mentioning the illegitimate child, Jin Ziqi couldn't help but think of Qin Yuan, but it just passed by in a flash, without catching a strand of information, it disappeared from her brain.

The door of the study room was opened, and there was only a floor lamp inside, which was in European classical style and the light was soft.

Song Zhiren was sitting on the sofa with a phone in his hand, his face was silent, his lips were pursed, he didn't know who he was talking to, but judging from his gloomy face, it was definitely not a pleasant call.

Taking advantage of Song Zhiren's phone call, Jin Ziqi looked at the room.

Although the layout of the study is low-key, it shows luxurious taste everywhere. The seemingly bulky and old furniture are all precious pineapple wood.When you open the bookcase, you can smell a light fragrance, which is not pungent. On the contrary, the refreshing comfort comes from the inner panel of the bookcase.

Then, her eyes turned to some newspapers on the coffee table in front of Song Zhiren, not too far away, just enough for her to see the huge photo on the newspaper.

Sure enough, she guessed right, Song Zhiren called them over because of Secretary Hong.

Compared to her heavy thoughts, Song Qiyan dealt with it calmly from beginning to end. Seeing that Song Zhiren hadn't hung up the phone in the past 5 minutes, he led her to the sofa area.

"If you are pregnant, don't stand for a long time, the lumbar spine will feel uncomfortable."

Song Qiyan didn't even look to ask Song Zhiren, just talking to himself, and pushed her onto the sofa.

As soon as Jin Ziqi sat down, he received a cold stare from Song Zhiren. Of course, the old man stared at Song Qiyan's back, obviously displeased with Song Qiyan's behavior of contempt for him.

Song Qiyan ignored the glowing eyes, and sat down beside her, close to her, stroking the beautiful long hair like black satin behind him with his big hands.

It took about ten minutes before Song Zhiren hung up the phone call that made his hair gray a lot.

He gritted his teeth, glanced at Song Qiyan who was sitting comfortably opposite, his face was livid, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he put the phone down heavily on the landline, the strength showed his extremely bad mood.

Jin Ziqi couldn't help but frowned slightly after hearing this, and turned to look at Song Qiyan worriedly.

Song Zhiren took a deep breath, straightened his expression, stared at Song Qiyan with sharp eyes and asked sharply, "Tell me honestly, did you do what Secretary Hong did?"

Song Qiyan put his big hand on Jin Ziqi's shoulder, and turned to look at Song Zhiren, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Do you still dare to ask me, if you do it yourself, you don't know what I'm referring to?"

Song Zhiren picked up a newspaper on the coffee table, threw it towards Song Qiyan, slapped it on his chest, and then slid down on the carpet. Under the light, Secretary Hong's head on the newspaper was particularly hideous.

Song Qiyan glanced at the ground, "You called us here in such a hurry, is it because of him?"

His casual tone obviously annoyed Song Zhiren, Song Zhiren's face flushed suddenly, his hands on crutches were clenched tightly, holding back a mouthful of anger, he spoke angrily.

"A few days ago, you went to Fuhelou with Ziqi and so-and-so to have dinner. Did you have a conflict with this surnamed Hong? Someone told me that you even broke his head. Why don't you deal with such a big matter?" Report to me? Or, do you really think that you are the only one who has the final say on the Song family now?"

"How dare I be so arrogant, no matter it is the Song family or the Song family, with you, the emperor, on top, I am nothing more than a prince, and I have to listen to what you say and do."

As he said that, Song Qiyan spread his hands, expressing his helplessness for not having real power.

This action was done by him, which added a little more anger, Jin Ziqi couldn't help lowering her head to hide her smile, when she noticed that Song Zhiren's body was trembling lightly because of his words.

"Are you blaming me for dominating the Song family, right?" Song Zhiren looked at him coldly.

Song Qiyan pondered for a while, and said, "I don't mind if you delegate the management rights in your hands."

"You—" Song Zhiren wished he could throw the crutch in his hand, his chest rose and fell violently, he glanced at Jin Ziqi from the corner of his eye, and gradually calmed down his anger, reason overcame impulse.

"How much have you done without telling me? My friend who works in the city government called me just now."

(End of this chapter)