"Okay, let's make an appointment, who's afraid of who?" Tang Song didn't take it seriously, knowing that Tang Jue was talking nonsense. He was always proud, how could he let himself fall into the company of a bunch of prostitutes? He only looked romantic, but there was nothing he could do about it, because he had a face that looked like a seductress who was always flirting.
Outside.
After hearing what they said, Qiqi fluttered her eyelashes a few times, but ultimately did not go in. Instead, she turned around and prepared to leave.
"Miss Qi." The servant stepped forward, "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"Well, I don't want to eat anymore. I'll go to work first." Qiqi suddenly felt that she had no appetite.
"Qiqi, come in." Before the servant could say anything, a voice came from the dining room. The tone was calm and indifferent, but there was an aura that did not allow for questioning.
It’s Tang Jue.
Qiqi paused, but stood there without moving.
The servant looked back at the restaurant, as if to remind Qiqi, "Miss Qi, the young master asked you to come in."
"Go and tell him for me that I'm not hungry."
"Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat." She didn't lower her voice, so Tang Jue could hear it clearly. This sentence was sent back to her from the restaurant.
Qiqi said to the servant again: "Tell him that I have no appetite."
The servant was embarrassed. What kind of message was this? The voice was actually heard clearly inside.
Tang Song laughed inside, "Brother, Qiqi is arguing with you! Who told you to say you wanted to go out for whorehouse just now?"
Qiqi couldn't see Tang Jue's expression inside, but Tang Song's words made her stunned.
Having a quarrel
Was he… having a quarrel with Tang Jue because of his chaotic private life
"We are not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. No matter how much I go out to play, I'm afraid it won't be her turn to worry about me." Tang Jue's tone remained flat, but his eyes were always on the door.
Tang Song sighed, "Why does what I said sound so sour?"
Qiqi turned back and walked into the restaurant. She heard everything Tang Jue said just now. She lowered her head and glanced at him, only to see his slightly cold face.
Qiqi didn't say anything, but just sat down quietly next to Tang Song, who was diagonally opposite Tang Jue. Yes, as Tang Jue said, they had no relationship at all, so why was she making a fuss
Tang Jue raised his eyes to glance at her calm and slightly drooping little face, and could tell at a glance that she was clearly intending to keep a distance from him.
"Sister-in-law, my brother is out fooling around with other women, are you really not going to do anything about it?" Tang Song suddenly turned his head and asked her.
Qiqi was drinking milk, and when she heard the word "sister-in-law", she choked. She covered her mouth, coughed twice, turned to look at Tang Song, and then looked up at Tang Jue. She thought Tang Jue would correct him, but he just sat opposite and watched coldly, with no intention of saying anything.
Qiqi finally managed to even out her breath, and the first thing she said was, "Don't call me that... I'm not."
Tang Song smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it will be like this sooner or later."
"... No." Qiqi pursed her lips and added: "No..."
"Uh..." Tang Song could feel the gaze from someone opposite him, stabbing him like a knife, making his scalp tingle.
It seems that he has brought up something that he shouldn't have! And, it is clear that someone still has a long way to go in his quest to find his wife!
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Since you don't like me calling you 'little sister-in-law', I'll just call you 'Qiqi' from now on." Tang Song turned sideways to avoid Tang Jue's gaze, pretending he didn't see her, and spoke to Qiqi sideways, "Wipe your lips, there's some milk here..."
"Here?"
"No, the other side."
"here?"
"Not really. Never mind, I'll help you." Tang Song unfolded his napkin and raised his hand, but before he touched Qiqi...
"Try touching her!" A voice interrupted them, turning the originally harmonious scene between the two people into something extremely stiff and cold in an instant.
Tang Song's hands trembled.
He smiled awkwardly with Qiqi, and then slowly, slowly, turned around and looked at a certain young master cautiously. He had put down his cutlery, folded his arms around his chest, leaned lazily on the chair, and looked at the two of them leisurely.
With a stunning appearance, she looks completely harmless.
However, this is absolutely an illusion.
Tang Song's hands were still raised in the air. "Brother, you misunderstood. I didn't touch her. Look, if I did touch her, it would be with a napkin. It has nothing to do with me."
Tang Song quickly distanced himself from the relationship. He knew that Tang Jue was jealous. Qiqi had ignored him from beginning to end and sat far away from him, so he naturally felt uncomfortable. Seeing Qiqi talking to him enthusiastically, he vented all his emotions on himself.
Tang Song is feeling miserable!
Tang Jue slowly put down his hands, stood up, stretched out his long legs, and walked towards them.
Qiqi was confused and didn't know what was going on. But the next moment, she was picked up by Tang Jue. She was surprised to find that he had already wrapped his arms around her. The next moment, he stuck out his tongue and swept it across her lips in an extremely seductive way.
A feeling of dampness and heat came, and Qiqi's ears turned red.
It took her a while to come back to her senses. When she wanted to move away, Tang Jue had already backed away from her lips and did not move any further.
"Brother, your method of wiping milk is really good." Tang Song was dazzled by this pair. Tang Jue was not wiping milk, but clearly showing his ownership at all times. He felt deeply that he had to consider moving out of this house.
"..." Qiqi was embarrassed by what Tang Song said. She raised her hand to wipe her lips, only to feel that they were wet and hot. She glanced at Tang Jue, and then calmly removed his hand from her waist. Now, there were more than just the two of them in the restaurant, in addition to Tang Song, there were also the housekeeper and the servants.
Tang Jue didn't bother to argue any further. After his eyes passed over her face, he let her go. After a while, he tapped on the dining table with his long fingers, "Go get a divorce with Mo Xun this afternoon, and nothing will happen to him."
Qiqi was stunned.
Following his finger, I saw a check on the table.
She recognized the check; it was the one she had taken from Mo Xun and given to Tang Jue.
Qiqi thought of the agreement she had made with Mo Xun, "But I promised him that if his father died..."
"Qiqi, I don't like people negotiating with me." Before she finished her words, Tang Jue interrupted her. Qiqi looked up and saw the authority and arrogance in his eyes that could not be challenged. "I don't like to hear the word 'but' either."
so…
There is absolutely no room for negotiation.
Qiqi also guessed this would be the result. Tang Jue had always been obsessed with her divorce.
Qiqi looked at him, then at the check, and finally, reluctantly put the check into her pocket.