The Queen of Rebirth

Chapter 127 The Blind Date Banquet (1)
After flying for more than 10 hours, due to the time difference between China and Italy, there was a 6-hour gap. When I arrived in Rome, the capital of Italy, it was noon. When I got off the plane, there was a team of people to receive me. Song Zhenqian seemed to be used to this He walked into the most luxurious car as a matter of course.

Song Zijing must be just a 5-year-old kid, suffering from jet lag, and fell asleep in the car in a daze.

Song Zhenqian looked at his sleeping state and thought to himself that he was just an ordinary little boy.

"Why, do you think it hurts to treat him like this?" Xin Qiu jokingly looked at Song Zhenqian.

Song Zhen rolled Xin Qiu's eyes.

Xin Qiu didn't care, and continued, "I'm really looking forward to it, what kind of expression his biological father will have when he sees him, will his paralyzed face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, shake because of it?"

"You think I'll let them meet?" Song Zhenqian sneered.

"The world is unpredictable, who knows how it will develop in the future..."

"Then just wait and see the joke." Song Zhenqian interrupted him directly.

"Whose?" Him, or her?

"What do you think?"

"It's not easy to jump to conclusions." Xin Qiu thought about it carefully before speaking.

Song Zhenqian was expressionless, but never continued this topic.

Xin Qiu also knew that he would accept as soon as he saw something good, so he didn't say more if he was sensible.

The car didn't drive fast, but it was only an hour's drive, and they arrived at the Longmen headquarters.

In fact, Longmen is not as martial law as the outside three layers inside and outside. Song Zhenqian even felt that such a place is not as good as Qin Yuanxiu's medieval manor, but there are slightly more people.

Song Zhenqian didn't like this place from the beginning to the end, so he didn't hesitate to ask to open up East Asia and returned to China.

The iron gate of the dragon gate opened slowly, and the convoy drove into the wide building. There was already a whole row of people standing at the gate. When the car stopped, a man in a black suit walked straight over and opened the car door respectfully, "Miss .”

Song Zhenqian glanced at him lazily, motioning to Song Zijing inside.

The black suit quickly bent down, and took Song Zijing from Xin Qiu's hand.

"Send the little master back to the room."

"Yes, miss." The man in the black suit nodded respectfully, and walked to the other side with Song Zijing in his arms.

Song Zhen took a deep breath and looked at the dark crowd of men. Although Mr. Yi had settled in Italy for a long time, there were 20 personal bodyguards around him, most of them were Chinese, and very few were foreigners.So, it wasn't because of this very Italian-style house, she still had a trance feeling that she was still in China.

Step by step into the building.

The living room is large and grand.

I don't know what words to use to describe it. Song Zhenqian just felt that when he came here for the first time, he didn't like the decoration style of this house very much. It had a heavy sense of extravagance, which made people inexplicably depressing.

"dad."

The man sitting on the sofa, although his temples have turned gray, is still full of energy.

Yi Lao waved to Song Zhenqian, "Qianqian, come here."

Song Zhenqian sat beside him obediently.

Outsiders know that Song Zhenqian is Yi Lao's goddaughter, but they don't know that in private, Song Zhenqian calls Yi Lao not "godfather", but "dad"!
All kinds of strangeness among them are only known to the parties concerned.

Xin Qiu rubbed his nose, he was the man who rarely knew Song Zhenqian called Yi Lao, but he didn't know why, he only knew that Yi Lao was very kind to Song Zhenqian.

But at this moment, standing in the huge hall, it seemed a little strange.

"Ah Qiu, it's none of your business, you go back first."

"Yes, Mr. Yi." Xin Qiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the other side.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is Song Zhenqian's second in command. In fact, his position in Longmen is only Song Zhenqian's personal bodyguard.

Seeing Xin Qiu leave, Song Zhenqian asked impatiently, "Dad, why are you calling me back in such a hurry?"

"Why, if you are not asked to come back, are you planning not to come back?"

"I haven't finished my work in China..."

"that's not important."

"Dad." Song Zhen frowned slightly.

"You are already 28 years old." Yi Lao said suddenly, with a sudden smile at the corner of his mouth, "It stands to reason that you should be 34 years old."

Song Zhenqian frowned and looked at him.

"So, it's time to find a man to marry."

Song Zhenqian's complexion was not very good, but it was not obvious in reality, but Yi Lao knew it very well. He grabbed Song Zhenqian's hand and said earnestly, "Luka is actually good."

"I don't have feelings for him."

"Looking at other men?"

"No." Song Zhenqian denied it.

"Qianqian, I didn't ask you to marry me to discuss with you." Elder Yi's tone was a little harsher.

Song Zhen pursed her lips. She knew clearly that she couldn't provoke Yi Lao.

However, she is not a person who obeys everything, no one can control her thoughts, she squinted at Yi Lao, "Dad, I will choose a man myself."

"How are you going to choose?" Yi Lao pulled out a meaningful smile from the corner of his mouth.

"I know how to deal with this myself."

"Last year you were perfunctory to me like this. So this year, I have already made arrangements. Tomorrow night, I will have a banquet for the elites on the road, including the business world." Yi Lao said word by word, "Tomorrow night, I want to see your fiancé. "

Song Zhenqian bit her lips tightly, but in the end she didn't say a word!

Rome, Italy is a city with a long history. The city carries ancient history and mystery, and there is even a hint of unspeakable mystery in the moonlit night.

In Song Zhenqian's mind, Rome is not the most famous building in Rome, but the well-known movie "Roman Holiday". She remembers that she was still young at that time, in a big classroom, with many people her size The orphan watched the black and white TV together. Back then, she didn't know Audrey Hepburn, and of course she didn't know what Oscar was. At that time, she just envied Princess Anne and hoped that she would be a princess one day.

Thinking of his childhood self, Song Zhenqian's mouth inexplicably pulled a faint smile.

She was sitting in the dressing room, and the makeup artist had already dressed her up coquettishly and beautifully. The priceless jewels shone like the most dazzling stars in the night sky. She got up slightly and looked at the slim and graceful figure in the large floor-to-ceiling mirror , It turns out that one day, she can also dress herself up like a princess!
In his eyes, there was a glint of prey.

fleeting.

(End of this chapter)