Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 135 2000, take off your mask! (1)
Song Qiyan took a step forward, blocked Jin Ziqi's turning direction, and asked persistently: "Why do you feed him biscuits? Is this always like this between you two? Why don't you feed me biscuits?"

Jin Ziqi was a little annoyed by his consecutive questions, so he simply turned to look at him and said directly: "I will use your leftover biscuits to block his mouth, if you like it, I will let him take the leftover biscuits some other day." Mail it to me, and I'll feed you tonight, do you want to?"

Song Qiyan's face changed, his eyes were filled with disgust, and his hands were quickly withdrawn from her waist.

Then turned and left at once to meet the other interlocutors, and quickly joined them.

Jin Ziqi sighed helplessly, Yin Li's cheap mouth really told her that she raised a giant baby!
"May I ask you to dance, my beautiful lady?"

Accompanied by the gentle male voice, the crystal lamps in the audience suddenly went out, and the colorful stage lights began to rotate to illuminate the center of the banquet hall.

When Jin Ziqi regained his senses, he saw the handsome man in a black suit standing in front of him. It was Yuan Ge who was accosted to her in the kindergarten yesterday and was tricked by Song Qiyan again and again.

Yuan Ge?Surname Yuan?Could it be...

Jin Ziqi lowered his head and smiled shallowly.

Yuan Ge noticed her smile, and seemed to understand her understanding, with a smile in his eyes: "I didn't expect to see you here. I just returned to China a few days ago and don't know much about the city circle. Today is my eldest niece's." On my birthday, my father asked me to dance the first dance to start, miss, can you do me a favor?"

As he said that, a large hand with well-defined joints and fair skin spread out in front of Jin Ziqi.

A pair of seemingly affectionate eyes looked straight at her.

Doesn't he know his relationship with Song Qiyan?

Jin Ziqi frowned, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, so he moved his lips, and Song Qiyan's cold and solemn voice sounded behind him: "I'm sorry, she is my female companion tonight."

Song Qiyan, who was chatting with someone, turned around at some point and looked coldly at Yuan Ge's outstretched hand.

And Yuan Ge twitched his lips when he saw Song Qiyan behind Jin Ziqi, and subconsciously touched his back, where the wound plaster was still stuck, this guy was serious enough.

Song Qiyan no longer gave Yuan Ge a chance to persuade Jin Ziqi, and held Jin Ziqi's hand, but before he could walk away, the crystal lamps in the audience were suddenly turned on again.

Jin Ziqi was standing with his back to the entrance of the banquet hall, while Song Qiyan was facing him. Almost at the first glance, he saw the slender white figure suddenly appearing at the entrance.

Qin Yuan was wearing a white Italian hand-cut suit with the buttons on the collar open, casual but elegant, his figure was slender, the light cast a little bit of starlight under his eyes, and a gentle smile that seemed to be a smile lingered on the corners of his lips.

Song Qiyan frowned, and saw Yuan Lao walking towards Qin Yuan, and greeted him with a smile, then, Yuan Lao's gaze turned to this side gently, and even turned his gaze over.

Jin Ziqi was surprised by Song Qiyan's solemn expression, seeing that he had been staring at the door, and just about to look back, Song Qiyan suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Jin Ziqi's eyes flashed, and he forgot to respond in a daze. Song Qiyan frowned, moved away from her lips, turned his face slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Jin Ziqi, don't look back."

Jin Ziqi was slightly stunned, but he was obedient and never turned his head to look.

She touched his arm lightly with her raised hand, and asked in astonishment, "What's the matter?"

Song Qiyan, however, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, caressing a strand of hair that fell on her cheek.

He smiled like a devout Christian: "I want to dance with you, Jin Ziqi."

The lights in the banquet hall were turned off one by one again, only romantic music sounded.

Jin Ziqi's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, and put his hand into Song Qiyan's palm.

Song Qiyan held her slender hand tightly, looked past Jin Ziqi, and looked at Qin Yuan at the door.

The two nodded and smiled at a distance, which was regarded as a greeting. When Qin Yuan cast his eyes on Jin Ziqi in front of him, Song Qiyan took Jin Ziqi's hand and stepped onto the dance floor.

The unpredictable multicolored lights temporarily made Jin Ziqi's face hidden in the shadows.

"Boss Qin can come tonight. For an old man like me, I am more surprised than happy!"

At the entrance of the banquet hall, Old Yuan looked at Qin Yuan beside him and smiled from ear to ear. With Qin Yuan's current status, being able to attend his granddaughter's birthday party is already a great honor!

Qin Yuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a faint smile, "Mr. Yuan is serious."

After saying these greetings, Qin Yuan turned his gaze to the dance floor again.

When he found the purple slender figure in Song Qiyan's arms, his eyes narrowed slightly.

His gaze was fixed on this pair of men and women who were embracing and dancing, and could no longer move away.

He noticed the figure in the purple evening dress from the moment he stepped into the banquet hall.

It was as if the optic nerve was being pulled by gravity, chasing after her uncontrollably.

That slender figure and long-haired appearance were just like the back view he glimpsed in the elevator of Song's Building the day before yesterday, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity invaded his brain.

And Song Qiyan standing in front of her completely aroused the doubts in his heart.

Could it be that she is Song Qiyan's fiancée?

He wanted to go forward to see her face clearly in the name of saying hello, but was stopped by the oncoming Yuan Lao.

While exchanging greetings, his eyes fell on that Ziying.

"That's a kid from the Song family, you haven't met face to face yet, have you?" Old Yuan's voice sounded again from the side.

Qin Yuan looked away slightly, "No, we are old acquaintances, classmates in college."

Mr. Yuan suddenly realized, and said with a chuckle, "You young people have a wide social circle, unlike us old men who stay at home all day feeding birds and fish to pass the time."

Qin Yuan smiled back and saw Song Qiyan dragging that purple shadow into the dance floor with a sideways glance.

Men and women were indistinct on the dance floor, but the woman could not be seen no matter what.

In the center of the banquet hall, evening dresses of various colors dance like colorful butterflies.

Qin Yuan held a glass of champagne in his hand, and focused his eyes on the purple shadow that might be drowned at any time.

His face was thoughtful, like a tall and straight sculpture deeply trapped in memories.

Her slender and bony body is like an ancient zither, as if any part can flow a section of landscape, tranquil, elegant, and peaceful, but with a kind of visual violence.

Qin Yuan picked up the wine glass and took a sip, watching the purple skirt and fiery red carpet forming an indescribable primitive vitality and temptation.

(End of this chapter)