Song Ye was not such a warm-hearted person. This time, he simply borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha. He thanked Qin Zhan for the celebration banquet for his high school entrance examination, and also thanked him for helping him deal with the Leng family, even at the expense of confronting the Qin family.
She had somewhat understood the relationship between Qin Zhan and the Qin family before, and it was a rather delicate situation.
Before he became famous, Qin Zhan was ignored and suppressed until he was fifteen years old. He joined the army at the age of fifteen and never set foot in the capital for ten years. After he became famous, the Qin family members rushed to ask him to come back and become a leader. Contribute.
Qin Zhan had always ignored the Qin family's lobbying, but this time when Song Ye received the invitation, he knew that he was just a bargaining chip to threaten Qin Zhan. Otherwise, with such a small role, how can I get into the eyes of these top wealthy families.
After all, Qin Zhan still stayed in the capital and had to return to his hometown, after all, it was because of her.
Song Ye was not ignorant of good and evil, she kept this kindness in her heart.
But, "You didn't eat tonight?" Looking at the snacks slowly being wiped out on the table, Song Ye was a little confused.
"Well, there are a lot of things." Qin Zhan replied, but he didn't say that he came here without even eating dinner because Song Ye was here. In Yuncheng, the boy was still being chased and intercepted by killers. After entering the capital, the forces became more entangled, and the boy's safety became even more insecure.
Song Ye is an expert and bold person, but he has never worried about this aspect. Seeing Qin Zhan acting like this, he asked again, "Ask the waiter to serve the food?"
Qin Zhan shook his head and said no. She didn't say anything more, put down the oil-paper bag and flipped through the magazine. The above article introduced an article about Han Yan leading the design team to return to China to make contributions. The whole article was full of praise, and the taste of flattery was too obvious.
One person is eating and the other is reading a magazine. The harmonious world of the two of them is broken by the crisp sound of high-heeled shoes footsteps.
Han Yan came over, holding a small piece of cake in her hand, and said generously, "Brother Qin, try the cake I made by myself."
The cake is a model of an airplane, which is consistent with Han Yan’s career in aviation design, and she obviously knows how to please Qin Zhan, “Do you remember when you were a child, you said you wanted to build an airplane yourself when you grow up? Haha, I didn’t expect that I would embark on this path.”
Use small gifts to evoke memories in each other's hearts and bring each other closer.
If Song Ye had any emotional experience, he would have applauded Han Yan's technique at this time.
She has always been a smart woman.
But unfortunately, sitting opposite her was a cold-faced man.
"I don't like sweets." Ignoring this evocation of a series of beautiful memories, Qin Zhan expressed his taste directly without giving any face.
Han Yan's face froze for the first time tonight. A trace of embarrassment flashed through her eyes. She glanced at the dazzling oil paper bags on the table, and her heart suddenly felt heavy again.
Sure enough, none of the snacks on the table were sweets.
Song Ye was actually more familiar with Qin Zhan's taste than she was. This knowledge made her almost crush the fragile cake in her hand.
Feeling the obvious hostility, Song Ye was actually innocent. She didn't buy sweets because she didn't like them. Who cares about Qin Zhan's taste.
"Then what do you like to eat? I'll cook it for you next time." Han Yan still smiled, showing no hint of displeasure. She seemed to always have such a good temper.
However, no matter how good your temper is, it will inevitably break if you hit the iron plate.
"Miss Han, please don't disturb my meal." Qin Zhan perfectly KOed Miss Han's opponent with one blow.
This time, Han Yan's smiling face could no longer hold up. She sat there in despair holding the cake, staring blankly at the man in front of her.
Miss Han, please don't disturb my meal.
She thought she was close to Qin Zhan, but he regarded her as a stranger, even worse than the cheap and dirty oil paper bags in front of her.
Unable to help herself, she took a deep look at the inferior food on the table, got up and left.
The beauty shed tears silently, which naturally attracted the concern and greetings of many people.
"Han Yan, please stop crying. Qin Zhan has such a personality and has always been cold and indifferent to us."
"Well, don't take it to heart. He has been in the team for so many years and has touched more guns than women. Maybe he doesn't know how to get along with women at all."
The above is the comfort of the centrist position. Han Yan feels a little relieved that she can find a way out for herself.
But there are also some people who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos, such as Leng Yuexin, a best friend who harbors evil intentions, "Okay, Han Yan, you can't beat Song Ye. Haven't you seen Qu Bai and alienated me because of him? This child is so old Although he is small, his methods are very clever, so you must not confront him head-on."
These words hinted that she was not as good as a child. Han Yan could not be convinced in her heart. She smiled and defended Song Ye, but she had another thought in her heart.
After crying here, Qin Zhan also wiped out everything there, making Song Ye think he was reincarnated as a ghost.
"You really cherish food." Song Ye raised his eyebrows.
"Sometimes in a team, food is a scarce commodity, and habits will develop over time." Qin Zhan's explanation is enough to give people a glimpse of how difficult it is for him to fight against the enemy in the past ten years. .
After everything was packed here, Wu Xinxin was finally let over. She stepped forward and sat on the armrest of the sofa next to Song Ye. She patted her shoulder boldly and said, "Ye Zi, let's go, let's go kill a round."
"If you hold on any longer, the skirt will be torn." Song Ye was also convinced. He thought that choosing high heels and a narrow skirt would be able to restrain Wu Xinxin a little, but he still didn't expect that even if the skirt was torn, it wouldn't be able to stop her wild sex. Heart.
"Okay, okay, I'm a good lady, but you have to compete with me." Wu Xinxin begged with her hands in her hands. Since she can't challenge Qin Zhan alone, let's challenge his brother's head office.
Song Ye thought about it, nodded in agreement, stood up and ignored Qin Zhan.
"Then let's start with the darts." Wu Xinxin was very excited, and the first thing he chose was the darts.
Han Yan and the others happened to be at the bar over there, very close to each other. When they saw Song Ye slowly walking over, the other people frowned, showing their displeasure with Song Ye.
Qu Bai and the others came out to support him, and Ning Yifan complained mercilessly, "Haha, adults bully children, Wu Xinxin, you have grown up."
"Tch, I want you to take care of it, my subordinates are defeated." Wu Xinxin was disdainful and stabbed Ning Yifan's pride with one blow.
The latter wanted to refute, but argued unreasonably. After all, Wu Xinxin had always spared no effort in this aspect of playing, and was a bit pervertedly tough.
"Haha, it's good to be confident, but don't take it lightly, the kid is not weak." Qu Bai was on Song Ye's side at this time.