Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 107 I'm Her Man!Her child's father! (5)
Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows, neither denying nor admitting, but his eyes couldn't help being attracted by the kissing couple on the street again, making his heart itch even more.

"So-and-so knows what Qiqi likes."

Hearing the sound, Song Qiyan turned his head to look at Jin Moumou, who was playing with the toys from KFC with his head down, looking casually, and narrowed his dark eyes, "You really know?"

So-and-so raised his head, sat up straight, and nodded heavily, "It must."

In the underground supermarket of the shopping mall, a fat boy with pink and tender skin was sitting in a cart and giving orders.

"Over there, Qiqi likes to eat chocolate."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the trolley quickly drove to the chocolate shelf, Song Qiyan stretched out his long arms, and threw three or four boxes of expensive chocolates into the trolley.

Holding the chocolate in his little hand, Jin rummaged through it up and down, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that it was the correct brand.

"Go over there, Qiqi also likes to drink Wangzai milk."

With a shake of the cart, it was in front of the Wangzai shelf again, and a dozen bottles were put into the cart as soon as it was shot.

"Oreo biscuits are also needed, Qiqi often eats them before going to bed!"

"Strange Shushu, hurry up, hurry up, if you don't go over, the hawthorn will be snatched up by others!"

"There are also French fries. Qiqi especially likes to eat French fries while watching cartoons."

Song Qiyan stopped pushing the cart, but Jin Moumou was still excitedly standing in the cart, pointing at the row of French fries in front of him and yelling, "Qiqi likes to eat tomato flavor and cucumber flavor!"

cartoon?Jin Ziqi, who is almost 29 years old after the new year, still watches cartoons?

As far as he knew, Jin Ziqi didn't seem to have eaten before going to bed, at least not when he was around.

Song Qiyan stopped in front of the row of french fries, looked at the little figure in the car carrying the french fries like a wolf, and felt his temples throbbing.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it anymore, the fact is that he, a 34-year-old man, is being played around by a four-year-old child!
Rubbing the soft watermelon head, she asked softly, "Then Qiqi, isn't your favorite little yellow chicken?"

When Jin Moumou heard the little yellow chicken, he sprinkled the French fries in his hand, his black eyes were shining brightly, and he replied instinctively: "Enen, little yellow chicken, so-and-so likes little yellow chicken the most." ..."

As if realizing that he had said something wrong, a pair of small hands hurriedly covered his pink lips.

Suffering from being dumb from his son, Song Qiyan could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Who told him that it was his seed, and if it hurts him, it would be more convenient to just slap himself.

As soon as the car drove out of the kindergarten, the phone rang and the caller ID showed "wife".

The corners of the brows raised, now I am in a hurry, do you know to come to him?
Song Qiyan glanced at the document bag he had placed on the back seat, and pressed the answer button without haste.

Jin Ziqi's beautiful female voice came from the receiver, "Song Qiyan, I know you took away the financial statement. It belongs to our crew. I hope you can return it to me as soon as possible."

Song Qiyan stopped the car by the side of the road, leaned on the seat, curled his lips, "I'm in a meeting? Where's the time to deliver the report to you? Besides, in business, what's the benefit of doing this?"

The tone of indifferent tone stopped in the ears of Jin Ziqi, who was signing over there, really lacking in training.

She heard the threat in his words, and put aside the cool and elegant image temporarily, "People were injured because of you, and because of this, they lost their financial statements, so as a situation you created yourself, now you need your cooperation Now, do you still want to bargain with me?"

"Ha!" Song Qiyan frowned, "Listen to your words, it's almost like an old fritter who has been slandering and rolling in the mall for more than ten years. I think your temper is getting worse and worse."

Jin Ziqi remained silent, not planning to bring up the topic of temper with him.

Seeing that she was silent, Song Qiyan justified himself embarrassingly: "Well, since you use such philistine words, of course I can't suffer. I will cooperate if it is beneficial, otherwise, I will be very busy."

"But the incident happened because of you!" Jin Ziqi affirmed every word like grinding his teeth.

"Is it related to me? Why don't I know? Well, I have a meeting, goodbye."

As he said that, he really wanted to hang up the phone, but Jin Ziqi on the other end was furious, "What will you do to give it back to me?"

"I will only agree if it is beneficial."

Jin Ziqi held back his temper, "What do you want?"

"Well." Song Qiyan held the phone and squinted at the people coming and going in front of the car, "Let's have dinner near my company at noon, let's discuss it carefully, remember, bring your bag."

After speaking, without giving Jin Ziqi a chance to refuse, he hung up the phone.

By the way, he also pressed the shutdown button, and his heartbeat was still a little fast.

Jin Ziqi on the other end looked at the beeping mobile phone, and really wanted to kick it like Song Qiyan.

Then Jin Ziqi realized again that in front of Song Qiyan, she was really about to become another person.

All elegance and calmness are gone.

As for Song Qiyan, those elegant and gentlemen when we first met were all just pretending!
Everyone should come to see the true face of this bad man!

When Song Qiyan returned to the company again, he was completely in a good mood to become a serf and become the master.

Even the aunt who watched the door of the toilet sweeping the floor became a beautiful woman in her mid-mature and charming in his eyes.

There is still an hour until lunchtime.

Back in the office, I was lying on the desk and turning the chair to play, bored.

After a while, I smirked, stared at the time on the bottom right of the computer, and counted the past seconds.

Sometimes he secretly regretted that he should have set the time an hour before lunch.

It was finally time for dinner, but Song Qiyan felt that he had waited for a century.

The whole people were waiting so hard that they were about to die.

Looking at the figures passing by in twos and threes outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, I was about to rush to the restaurant for dinner.

After restarting the machine, a phone call was made, but Jin Ziqi did not answer it.

He waited patiently for 10 minutes again, and called again, but it was still not Jin Ziqi who answered.

Can't help feeling a little annoyed, "I told Jin Ziqi to answer the phone, did you hear me? Now, immediately, immediately!"

The assistant on the other end was quite frightened by the yelling, "Yes... I'm sorry, sir, Producer Jin is in a meeting, I'm afraid I don't have time to answer the phone, you can call back in half an hour."

"Let her answer the phone now!" Domineering and unreasonable like a child.

"Sir... I'm really sorry..."

"You pig, didn't you understand me? Let Jin Ziqi answer the phone!"

The assistant lady looked at the closed meeting room door, and was about to cry out in embarrassment, "Sir..."

(End of this chapter)