It is Sunday, and Song Qiyue has scheduled a return flight for the evening.
In the evening, Shao Fei's phone came over to urge his life, "Night plane! Don't forget to board the plane! Be careful to be late!"
"I know." Song Qiyue had a headache. "Feier, you are like a parrot."
"Do you think I want to be so long-winded? I don't know who it is because of? That made me like what I am now?" Shao Fei scolded her a lot on the other end, and then dropped the two words "hang up", that's it Hung up her phone.
Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows, now who is whose boss is? What a rebellion!
Seeing that it was almost time, she was about to leave Song's house, and Song Jinzhi was still driving her.
Aunt Jun was very reluctant. She was going to send her to the airport, but Song Qiyue refused to let her and let her rest at home. Yesterday she was punished to kneel all night. Aunt Jun also didn't sleep well all night. It was Wu Qing, she really couldn't bear it.
Moreover, she did not like those farewell scenes.
As the car headed to the airport, Song Qiyue and Jinzhi chatted along the way, talking about funny stories about his childhood and his studies.
Song Qiyue smiled, "Your college life is really colorful."
"No, it's much more interesting than going to work in the company. I really don't want to go back to China if my mother hadn't let me come back." Song Qiyue understood what Song Jinzhi meant. Obviously he didn't want to join the Song family. At least, there is absolutely no such will now.
After arriving at the airport, in the lobby, Song Qiyue stood still in front of him and said, "At the age to play, just have fun. There is nothing to be willful, and whose youth is not so presumptuous."
When Song Jinzhi heard this, he laughed, and smiled so brightly, "Sister, the uncle heard you say that, he was going to die again."
"Ha! Uncle is getting used to it anyway!" Song Qiyue also smiled.
"makes sense!"
The two said goodbye in the lobby, and Song Qiyue watched him leave before heading to the boarding gate.
But when she turned around, she found a group of people standing not far behind.
The man is tall and eye-catching, with black hair covering his black eyes, and the image of a gentle noble son. Headed by him, Qi Jian and He Sangsang are on both sides, and his cronies are always there to accompany each other.
The people coming and going in the airport are a little noisy, but not too much.
Song Qiyue looked at him directly, she was smiling.
Mo Zhengyan also saw her, and the dinner last night, she looked safe and sound, at least that's right.
What's more, she stepped forward and he saw her walking towards him.
Mo Zhengyan watched her come to him, Song Qiyue looked at him with a smile, "What a coincidence, uncle."
"Return to Hong Kong City?" He asked casually. On her face, he really didn't find any shocked emotions.
"Yeah, are you going back too?"
"I fly to Britain." Mo Zhengyan replied.
"Mr. Mo, let's get the boarding pass." Qi Jian and He Sangsang beside them were very acquainted, and they left with a reply.
There are still people coming and going in this hall, but there are no obstacles between them.
Mo Zhengyan moved his lips and suddenly said, "I went back yesterday and got trained."
"It's okay, it's nothing." She was very relaxed, but a glimmer of light gathered in her eyes.
"However, my uncle is a clever calculation and can guess everything. I think you must have guessed what the meal was for yesterday. However, I am also very curious," Song Qiyue smiled as she watched him. The eyes said, "You knew this was a game for a long time, so why did you still take the bait."
"In July, although some games are started by you, they can't be ended by you." His eyes were warm and indifferent, but he told her a clear message.
That is-this game, he is the terminator!
"Moreover," he paused, then said again, "I am interested in you."
Song Qiyue laughed, "Hey, since I am interested, it hurts my heart to reject me like this again yesterday."
His black eyes always seemed to be covered with mist.
The words were cold and ruthless like him, as it was from the beginning, "I don't want them to be delivered."