For a man like Song Yanqing, anyone would only feel a huge gap in front of him.
He doesn't need any movements or words, the aura around him is brought from birth, and no one else can learn it if they want to.
A kind of elegance and dignity infiltrated by natural superiority.
Just looking at it made Liu Wenmeng feel suffocated.
As soon as he appeared, Liu Wenmeng was a little apprehensive even looking directly at him.
The other party didn't need any words to show his embarrassment and embarrassment at this time.
"What's wrong?"
Song Yanqing slightly lowered his head to look at Qiao Jin, who shook his head: "A little thing."
She looked at Liu Wenmeng, and sneered coldly: "You can harass me again, and hit me every time I see you. I'll see how small your body is."
After saying this, Liu Wenmeng shuddered.
He had never felt the ruthlessness of Qiao Jin's attack just now from a boy.
Qiao Jin didn't say much, just waved to Song Yanqing, lazily: "Goodbye, see you later."
Song Yanqing's eyes drooped, and when she was about to leave, she said softly, "My father left in a hurry and never thanked you well. Could you give me a little noodle and treat you to a meal?"
After saying this, even A'Tan's eyeballs widened a little.
Song Yanqing would never take the initiative to invite others. Anyone who could be invited by him would probably feel lucky for Sansheng.
Qiao Jin didn't feel too honored, she just turned her head and thought for a while: "It's okay, what do you eat?"
Anyway, it was the chef of Mu's family who cooked when I went back. Although she was a five-star chef, she had only eaten for a few days. I have to say that she was a little bored.
She is not picky, but occasionally wants to change her taste.
That's the point.
Song Yanqing's smile seemed to be as gentle as melting everything: "It's up to you, what do you like to eat?"
Qiao Jin is a casual person, "Tell me, I'm not very familiar with this place."
"Okay." Song Yanqing thought for a while, "I often go to a restaurant, and it tastes good there."
The restaurant that Song Yanqing can see is definitely not an ordinary restaurant.
Qiao Jin has no objection.
Seeing that she agreed, Song Yanqing tilted her head and said, "Ah, go and drive."
Ah Another hurriedly said, "Okay."
Ah went to drive, Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing walked away naturally.
The two talked throughout the conversation, and neither of them took a second look at Liu Wenmeng on the ground.
Even in the same space, it is like a different world.
Liu Wenmeng looked at Song Yanqing's superior appearance, and his every move was that of an aristocratic family, and his inferiority complex surged up like a rising tide, which was suffocating.
This is people who live in another world and have nothing in common except that they are all male.
At this time, his arm was hurting and he couldn't lift his head. When Song Yanqing and Qiao Jin were walking forward, a bodyguard came up and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Sir, it's time for you to leave here."
Although it was a polite tone, it was completely indifferent.
Liu Wenmeng was hot-headed, and he didn't dare to say anything at this moment. The wound on his arm that was beaten by Qiao Jin was very painful. He didn't even dare to ask Qiao Jin to pay compensation. He got into the car tremblingly, and drove the car with one hand. gone.
He felt that if he stayed here again, the consequences might be more serious.
He was aggressive when he was following him, but now when he left, he was like a mouse crossing the street, dingy and unable to get on the stage.
That kind of level gap, just staying here, made Liu Wenmeng feel hot on his cheeks.
That is a very embarrassing and hopeless dividing line.