Don't blame Song Qiyue for such exaggerated behavior, just because Song Lianheng's words are too strong!
"Oh! Sorry! Sorry!" Some brown liquid was sprayed on the table by her, and Song Qiyue hurriedly took a napkin to wipe it.
Song Lianheng just sat there, he didn't say a word, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned.
The eldest son of the Song family has always loved cleanliness and received strict education. Such an uncivilized behavior would not be in his eyes.
Fu wiped the dining table clean again, Song Qiyue smiled and said, "Brother, you just used the last two words not very well. The relationship or marriage relationship has been established, and it is necessary to maintain a third party. Intimacy, this is cheating, isn't it?"
Song Lianheng looked at her, "Your Chinese proficiency is the same as before, and you still like to be so literate."
Song Qiyue had to smile, "Where, I haven't read a book for a long time."
Song Lianheng's eyes sharpened for a moment, more dazzling than the sunlight outside the window. He continued to ask, "Have you guys any?"
"Okay." Song Qiyue relaxed, "We knew each other a long time ago, eldest brother, you know, Gangcheng said it is not small, but it is not big. It is inevitable that they will meet, but I didn't expect him. There are still relatives with our family. However, the relationship between me and him is innocent!"
Song Qiyue didn't feel any guilty conscience when she said this.
This is a fact, she and Mr. Mo are indeed innocent now!
"I stayed in a room for ten minutes, who knows." Song Lianheng's voice was faint, "Even if it doesn't matter now, it didn't happen before?"
day! Who is the one who loves literary words?
Song Qiyue understood it, no matter what she said, he already believed that they had one leg!
"What if it is there, what if it is not?" She asked back, but she was also thinking about Song Lianheng's purpose this time.
Song Lianheng is the heir to the Song family. He has grown old and cold tempered since he was a child. He has never loved the enthusiasm. He has developed the concept that time is money. As the saying goes, nothing is going to go to the Three Treasures Palace, so if you look for her this time, it must be something.
Song Lianheng picked up the coffee with slender fingers, took a sip, and put it down. He said without hesitation, "If you don't have one, then go and build it."
"If there is," Song Lianheng's eyes were deepened, "then it will be easier to handle."
Speaking of this, there is no need to keep spinning, Song Qiyue's mouth raised, "Big Brother, what do you want me to do?"
Song Lianheng watched her and said this purpose, "I think you should know that for the shipping undersea tunnel project, Huichen also has a bid this time."
That is a popular project recently, Wuzhou did not participate in the bidding, but Mo's is a big favorite!
Now Song Huixian also participates in the bidding, so it is an opponent!
Song Qiyue suddenly realized that she held her head with one hand, "Big Brother, do you want me to be a commercial espionage?"
Song Lianheng drank coffee elegantly, "Where is it so serious, just let you inquire a little bit of news by the way."
"But why do I have to go and inquire by the way?" She didn't want to take this muddy water.
"You can refuse," Song Lianheng was very indifferent, "However, if you and his affairs let Aunt Jun know, I think she will be very happy, you finally found a golden jade marriage."
"It's done!" There was no need to talk anymore, only Aunt Jun moved out, and Song Qiyue immediately agreed.
"Think about something casually, I have already signed the order, I have something to do, I can't accompany you." Song Lianheng smiled satisfied, and he whispered and got up.
"Goodbye." Song Qiyue waved her hand, the corner of her mouth smiled lightly.
...
At ten in the evening, a taxi stopped in front of a mansion.
Song Qiyue got out of the car, took off his sunglasses and looked at the building surrounded by greenery in front of him. It was really an ancient charm.
Before Song Qiyue came forward and knocked on the door, someone had already opened the small door on one side. Inside, a middle-aged man was probably a housekeeper.
The man stepped forward and said, "You are Miss Song, please come in."
"Thank you." Song Qiyue thanked her, her gaze glanced at the three words "Mo Mansion" on the doorplate.
She knew that she was going in this time, and she really wanted to exchange herself.