Song Xiangwan smiled back at her, "I will convey your greetings to him."
"I'm not as busy as Su He, but I can greet him personally. Xiang Wan, give me his number."
"International long distance, too much trouble."
"How can it be troublesome? It's not just dialing a number, it's as simple as that. Don't worry, don't worry about the phone bill for me, anyway, I am not short of a phone call.
"Su He is usually busy at work, now he is sleeping at this time."
"Then I wait for the jet lag on his side to fight during the day."
Song Xiangwan shied away with countless reasons, but Song Qiyue refused to ask for it.
After going back and forth several times, Song Xiangwan said unhappy, "Do you still want to pester him?"
"Hey? Why do you think so? Where would I pester him? The three of us grew up together. I care about you, and of course I care about him. My old friend has not been seen for three years, so asking for a number to greet him is not excessive. "Song Qiyue said with a smile, "Are you reluctant to give it to me, or are you afraid to give it to me? Are you afraid?"
Her words were undoubtedly provocative for Song Xiangwan. She chuckled lightly, "Oh, I would be afraid? Su He chose me back then, what is there to be afraid of. Besides, he is now my fiancé. ."
"Hey," Song Qiyue sighed, "I think he was still my fiancé back then. But it doesn't count until he is really engaged. Even if he is engaged, it doesn't necessarily matter. Maybe he will like other girls tomorrow. "
"Su He, he is not such a person!" When she heard her taunting Su He, Song Xiangwan glared at him.
"Yes, yes, Su He is not like this, he is very good." Song Qiyue followed her, "Then will you give me his number?"
Song Xiangwan pursed his lips and said depressed, "No."
"Since you don't give it, you will not talk to Su He in front of me in the future, and be careful that I pester him." Song Qiyue smiled and warned, and she looked down at the magazine again.
At this moment, Song Xiangwan's face turned green.
"Come on, the pastry I made is ready, you two will try it..." Aunt Jun brought the pastry over.
Song Xiangwan got up, "Auntie, I'm a little sleepy, go to sleep for a while."
"Xiang Wan, don't you eat anymore?" Aunt Jun shouted.
Song Qiyue immediately put down her legs and said greedyly, "If she doesn't eat, then let me eat them all."
...
In the evening, Song Lianheng called and informed Aunt Jun that the hotel had been booked, only to meet there and have a meal together.
"Why don't you eat at home?" Song Qiyue watched Aunt Jun dressing up and changing clothes. Aunt Jun looked into the mirror and said, "Your eldest brother said there are relatives."
"Who is it?" Song Qiyue was curious.
"I don't know about that. There are so many relatives in the Song family." Aunt Jun saw that she was still lying in her chair and urged her back, "In July, you also change your clothes."
"Yes, yes."
When they went out, everyone in the Song family was dressed decently and glamorously.
The two cars set off together and drove from Song's home to the hotel.
When he got to the place, Song Qiyue got off the car and took a look. This hotel is definitely a five-star hotel. But think about it, Song Lianheng appointed him, and he would find out where to go. It's just a family dinner. Song Qiyue only feels that it is really tossing, too tired and panicked.
When he arrived in the private room, Song Lianheng had already waited in it. He got up to greet each other and greeted everyone to take their seats.
"July, you are back." Song Lianheng also greeted her.
"Yes, brother." Song Qiyue greeted people with a smile.
During the noise, the group of people took their seats.
The uncle asked, "Lian Heng, he hasn't arrived yet?"
"Alright, it's already on the road."
The content of this conversation made Song Qiyue curious, who is this "he"?
After sitting for more than ten minutes, suddenly, the door of the private room was knocked gently.
The waiter opened the door, and at the same moment Song Lianheng stood up first, and everyone on the side also stood up.
Song Qiyue was drinking tea, and her reaction was too slow for her to have time.
The teacup was still in his hand, only when he raised his eyes, he saw Song Lianheng greet him, his figure blocking the opponent.
But she was familiar with the other person's voice, "There is a traffic jam on the road, I am late."
Then, Song Xiangwan and Song Jinzhi shouted, "Uncle Mo!"