Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 214 Song Qiyan's Insidious Methods (4)
Looking at his hurried back, it seems that he has long wanted to escape from this place.

Jin Ziqi couldn't help a smile in his heart, glanced at the nine arhat fish of different colors in the fish tank, and looked up at Song Qiyan: "Why did your father come to us to see the fish?"

Song Qiyan was standing beside her at the moment, with his back against the light, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"Have you ever heard of the dragon giving birth to nine sons? The old man told us to see if the fish is fake, but if the reminder is true."

Jin Ziqi frowned, he had a certain guess in his heart, but felt it was impossible, he couldn't help asking Song Qiyan, but Song Qiyan didn't say anything, took her hand and went out, "It's time to eat!"

When the two of them went downstairs, there were already people sitting on the sofa in the restaurant, apart from Song Zhiren, there were also Song Ranqin, Su Jinan and Su Hengfeng, a harmonious scene.

Didn't Song Ranqin's family move out when they got married?
Jin Ziqi turned to look at Song Qiyan, and Song Qiyan lowered his head and said softly, "I have to do a dying struggle."

There was a flash in his eyes, and with Song Ranqin's temperament, he really wouldn't obediently move out from here.

I'm afraid it will be a day if I can't find a suitable house.

"It seems that everyone is here, waiting for us!" Song Qiyan said suddenly with a smile.

One sentence broke the brief scene of harmony.

Song Ranqin, who was coaxing Song Zhiren, immediately pursed her lips when she saw Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan coming hand in hand, leaning on the sofa, squinting at people, still arrogant.

On the other hand, Su Jin'an greeted Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan with a friendly smile: "It's good that Qiyan and Ziqi move in, the family will be more popular in the future, and Dad won't be too lonely after we move out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ranqin secretly pinched Su Jin'an fiercely, and in exchange for Su Jinan's frowning glance, he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing!"

Song Ranqin opened her mouth to scold, but seeing Song Zhiyi's sideways glance, she immediately swallowed the harsh words that came to her mouth, snorted sullenly, and turned her head to ignore Su Jin'an.

Song Zhiren has a habit of drinking a cup of tea to refresh his sense of taste before dinner, and he usually brews this cup of tea himself. After he finished washing his hands, the servant also brought the tea set. Jin Ziqi took the lead step.

"Dad, I'll do it." Dad's shout made everyone in the room feel very different.

Song Qiyan smiled and squinted his eyes, sitting comfortably on the sofa, Song Ranqin pursed his lips, breathing heavily from both nostrils, and Su Hengfeng, who had been keeping his head buried, only looked up when he heard the "Dad" .

Jin Ziqi didn't seem to notice the strange atmosphere, and made tea skillfully.

Song Zhiren looked at Jin Ziqi's ladylike style, and couldn't help nodding his head in appreciation, and said with a smile: "Ziqi, speaking of it, I haven't had the tea you made for many years."

Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to hug Jin Ziqi's shoulder, but she avoided her. She was still concentrating on making the pot of tea, but he didn't care, touched his tall nose, looked at Song Zhiren and said with a smile: "This is the tea my daughter-in-law made for you. It's different from the previous ones!"

"Haha, so I really have to taste this cup of tea!" Song Zhiren took the tea, drank it with a smile on his face, and said to Jin Ziqi after wiping his hands: "This craftsmanship has not changed at all. When you are free, Come with me to the tea house and listen to the little song!"

As soon as Song Zhiren uttered these words, he saw the water glass in Song Ranqin's hand shaking for a while, obviously anxious. She had been by the old man's side for so many years and hadn't let her accompany her to drink tea.

The old man went to the teahouse to drink tea and invited some old people in this city who have been in the shopping malls for many years. Although they have retreated to the back, their prestige is still there. Getting their approval in a word is worth more than gold, silver and jewelry!

Now, the old man took the initiative to ask Jin Ziqi to accompany him to drink tea. The implication was that he was satisfied with the wife here, and wanted to drag her to familiarize the elders? !

Jin Ziqi didn't appear overly happy, and nodded calmly: "I haven't been to the teahouse for a long time, Dad, let's set a time, I can do it anytime."

Seeing how flattering and ingratiating these words were, Song Ranqin's hand holding the water glass trembled slightly. Seeing that Song Zhiren was about to speak, she hurriedly put the water glass on the coffee table, and Song Zhiren looked over in surprise.

Song Ranqin gave a dry laugh, adjusted her facial expression, and said, "Dad, you are biased. Ziqi's daughter-in-law is here to go. How can you leave my daughter behind?"

Song Zhiren looked suspiciously at Song Ranqin who was wearing gold and silver: "I thought you would be dismissive of the things I like, but I didn't expect you to be interested too?"

"Dad, what you said...hehe." Song Ranqin smiled reluctantly, "How could I dislike you as an old antique? Besides, doesn't Ziqi also like tea ceremony? Could it be that she is also an old antique?"

"It seems that I am really old and always say the wrong things." Song Zhiren looked at Song Qiyan with a smile, but he was speaking to Jin Ziqi, and he said, "Ziqi, you have to forgive Dad for being old and slow." ah!"

Jin Ziqi felt vaguely strange in his heart, but he smiled back on his face, "Dad was joking!"

For a while, there was only the slight sound of the servant serving dishes in the restaurant, and even his breathing became a little restless.

Song Qiyan was sitting lazily leaning on the sofa, with an incomprehensible expression on his face, as if smiling, but cold.

Su Hengfeng sat upright, with a gloomy complexion, a mind seemed to be lingering between his brows, his hands clasped the armrests one after another, and his mind was always distracted inadvertently.

Song Zhiren drank two cups of tea, and it was time for dinner after drinking. He got up first, followed by the rest of the people, actively filtering out the atmosphere of the stalemate just now.

"Ziqi, I know you guys are coming back. Look, these are all dishes specially prepared for you by the kitchen. If you want to keep your heart here, you have to grab your stomach first."

The dinner started with Song Zhiren's joke, and the fragrant dishes dazzled people's eyes.

"Dad, don't worry. In fact, it doesn't matter what you eat, what matters is who you eat with."

Jin Ziqi picked up a small abalone and put it in Song Zhiren's bowl, "In the future, A Yan and I will try our best to go home and have dinner with Dad. When XX comes back as a guest, our family can choose a day to go out."

Song Ranqin couldn't hold back when she heard it, "Zi Qi, you're right, I don't like to hear it. Dad has lived a good life without you all these years. As a daughter, I have always been filial to Dad!"

Jin Ziqi smiled and said nothing, but Song Qiyan suddenly spoke to Song Zhiren: "Dad, I heard that the Song Corporation has been planning to expand its hotel business recently."

Song Zhiren didn't deny it: "After all, the Song family didn't start out in the service industry such as hotels. If they want to expand, it will take a few years of work. The risk of investing rashly is too great."

(End of this chapter)