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Chapter 351 "There are many little girls around me, which one do you want to name?"

A strange look of mocking victory appeared on Zheng Chang's face.

Reminds me of a rainy night a few years ago...

And Song Qishan's expression.

Gradually the condensation becomes ugly.

Outside, Song Yanqing stood on the stone steps, frowning: "Why are you all here? Didn't I tell you it's okay?"

Song Huaijin stared at Song Yanqing's face with an uncertain expression.

"Song Yanqing."

"I didn't want you to die."

"Thanks, life is tough."

I don't know how long it took, but Song Qishan came out of the police station, raising his hands to straighten his suit, with no expression on his face.

"Dad." Song Huaijin's throat was dry and he rolled around.

Zheng Chang had previously proposed to work for someone with big votes, but Song Huaijin refused directly. He did not expect that Zheng Chang would dare to come to Nanqiao.

Song Huaijin didn't dare to think how much Song Qishan knew. During this period, he had thought too much and had countless escape routes before accompanying Song Qishan.

But Song Qishan said nothing.

At least Song Huaijin can now confirm one thing, that is, Song Yanqing had absolutely no idea that Zheng Chang was related to him behind the scenes, let alone that he was also responsible for the kidnapping case a few years ago.

Otherwise, his younger brother, whom he has watched since childhood, would never have the attitude he has now.

Cold face, soft heart.

Song Qishan's eyes fell on Song Huaijin, he nodded, raised his hand to block the sun above his head, squinted his eyes and said, "The wind is quite strong today, but the sunshine is quite good."

Song Yanqing lazily let out a sigh and leaned on the side. His white sweatshirt and white sneakers lit up the steps outside the police station. For a while, the reflection at his feet was entangled in the gaps between them, and he looked up. Yantian: "You are standing under the shadow, how can you be exposed to the sun?"

Song Qishan glared at him: "It's obvious to you, you know everything, and you almost cost another life."

"Why do you all say it's so serious?" Song Yanqing frowned, "Besides, I'm fine." Anyway, the two of them would always choke if they couldn't say a few words, so they were used to it.

But Song Qishan didn't want to argue with him this time, so he pinched Song Yanqing's shoulders and pulled him over, patting his back: "Is the wall dirty? Just lean up against it, you white clothes."

Song Yanqing paused for a few seconds.

I can't speak.

Why did I come to Nanqiao and change my gender?

I was still relieved in my heart.

"You come with me first, I have something to ask you." Song Qishan looked at Song Huaijin next to him, with a shallow crease between his eyebrows, and a pair of dark eyes hidden behind the lenses. He turned to Song Yanqing and said .

"Go out for a meal tonight and bring the little girl next to you with you."

Song Yanqing raised his hand and pinched his ears, as if he didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

"I said, bring that little girl next to you!" Song Qishan spoke with a little breath.

"There are many little girls around me." Song Yanqing stood there, taller than Song Qishan, with a slender and stern profile, but his tone was not serious, and he asked with a bit of deliberateness, "Which one are you talking about?"

Song Qishan was angry and happy, "What he said is that the Song family will be able to open ten dyeing shops in the future."

"You have the strength. You can talk to eight people at once and bring them all to me."

"People have names." Song Yanqing said, "My name is Cheng Xuran."

There are so many people in this world, we know them, are familiar with them, and miss them, but in the end.

Next to him was Cheng Xuran.

The only exception in the world.

Song Qishan looked at his young face and felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

Sometimes, he really admired him.