Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 425 The first fetal movement! (2)
Song Qiyan looked disapproving, glanced at the living room door with half-closed eyes, and then rubbed his forehead.

"Director Ming, I'm not feeling well today, please tell my father, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward to hug Jin Ziqi and was about to go upstairs.

Just as he turned around, Song Zhiren appeared at the door of the living room. Jin Ziqi was taken aback for a moment, then politely nodded at Song Zhiren: "Father."

Song Qiyan can be unscrupulous towards Song Zhiren, but she hasn't reached the point where Song Zhiren can tolerate her infinitely. After all, she is an outsider, so she still understands the most basic etiquette.

Song Zhiren glanced at Jin Ziqi, responded lightly, then turned to Song Qiyan and said, "Since you're back, let's come down and have a cup of tea with Ziqi." After speaking, he turned and went back to the living room.

Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan looked at each other, seeing helplessness in each other's eyes, they complained a few words in each other's ears, although their bodies were tired, they still went to the living room with fighting spirit.

Before entering the living room, Jin Ziqi slowed down, turned his head and glanced at Su Hengfeng who was on the phone not far away.

Song Ranqin was short of the Song family's money. According to what Song Qiyan said, she guessed it was at least 3000 million. Now that Su Jin'an abandoned his wife and children and ran away with his lover, the mess can only be taken care of by their mother and son.

If Song Ranqin has no money, then the money can only be obtained from Su Hengfeng's pocket. Although Su Hengfeng is the chairman of Feng Qi, he is not rich. Not much left.

As soon as Su Hengfeng hung up the phone and turned around, he met Jin Ziqi's thoughtful gaze, and was in a daze for a moment, as if a little embarrassed, he squeezed the phone in his hand, but still walked over.

"It's getting late, go back and rest, I'll take care of things here."

Obviously, Su Hengfeng didn't want Song Qiyan to meddle in his family's affairs, he would be ashamed to say it out, not to mention that this person was Song Qiyan, who always reminded him of his miserable son of the Song family.

Song Qiyan didn't care about Su Hengfeng's unfriendly attitude at all. He lowered his head and exaggeratedly kissed Jin Ziqi on the cheek: "I also want to rest early, but my old and vigorous father won't let me!"

Su Hengfeng's face froze, and Song Zhiren's urging voice came from the living room——

"Song Qiyan, let you come in, do you want me to carry it in eight sedan chairs?"

Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows and let out a long sigh, expressing his helplessness towards his father's monopoly.

Instead of looking at Su Hengfeng's hesitant eyes, he pushed the door open and entered while holding Jin Ziqi's arm.

The air in the living room was originally warm, but at this moment it just tickled the irritable factor in people's hearts.

Song Zhiren was sitting on the sofa, leaning on a cane in both hands, his face was ashen, and the corners of his mouth were tightened, turning a deaf ear to Song Ranqin's loud accusations and scolding, staring at the cup on the table thoughtfully.

"Dad, you have to make the decision for me... That bastard Su Jinan, thanks to my trust in him, he not only raised me outside, but also pushed me to the point of the gun... Dad, I just think I don't know people well ah!"

Song Ranqin, who usually pays attention to her manners, is half kneeling at Song Zhiren's feet at this moment, her nose dripping with tears, and there are balls of tissues on the carpet. Her makeup is messed up and her hair is disheveled, like a fat ghost. cry.

"Woooo... Ever since you had a son, Dad, you haven't treated my daughter as a human being! I am also your own flesh and blood. How could you fall into the eyes of money and ignore me for the sake of 3000 million yuan? What if My mother has a spirit in the ground, knowing that her only living child will suffer this kind of crime at a very old age..."

Song Zhiren kicked Song Ranqin impatiently, but Song Ranqin hugged Song Zhiren tightly and refused to let go. After being kicked, she cried even harder: "Dad... Forgive me this time!"

As soon as Jin Ziqi approached, she saw the two dark tear stains on Song Ranqin's cheeks, and her eyes were no better than panda eyes. She couldn't feel sympathy for Song Ranqin like this Come.

Song Zhiren's complexion was extremely bad, Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan exchanged glances——

Presumably, the next will be a difficult time.

Song Ranqin obviously also noticed the arrival of Song Qiyan and his wife, and immediately stopped crying, turned her head, and stared warily at Song Qiyan who was walking over, with unconcealable anger and unwillingness floating in her eyes.

Song Qiyan didn't even give her the corner of his eye, and sat on the sofa with Jin Ziqi, and said to Song Zhiren, "Father, what's the matter for calling me back in such a hurry?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Zhiren was so angry that he almost smashed the crutch in his hand.

Song Zhiren glared angrily at Song Qiyan with a curious face, green smoke billowed from his head, and he spoke nicely, knowing that I was in a hurry to find you, but he came back slowly, not only that, but he deliberately didn't answer the phone!
Finally, suppressing his anger, Song Zhiren just snorted mockingly: "It seems that you have been too busy to connect to the phone recently, do you need me to arrange a special operator for you!"

Song Qiyan didn't seem to understand the meaning of Song Zhiren's sarcasm, and moved to the side of the tea set, like a respectful son, his movements were methodical and his words were uninterrupted: "Father, how do you say that?"

Song Zhiren frowned and looked at Song Qiyan, while Song Qiyan was making tea slowly. When he saw Jin Ziqi stepping forward to help, he grinned slightly and brushed her hanging hair with one free hand.

If it weren't for the wrong situation at the moment, Song Zhiren would also say a few words about the golden boy and jade girl in his eyes!

"Father, you entrusted the Song family to me, and I have an unshirkable responsibility for it. It's almost the end of the new year, and it's inevitable that you will be too busy with some things. Isn't that how you came here, father?"

Song Zhiren cursed inwardly: How thick-skinned, how dare you climb up the pole!

"Speaking of which, I really have a lot of questions I want to ask you, father."

Song Zhiren raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Jin Ziqi paused while making tea, and glanced at Song Zhiren in confusion. Could it be that Song Zhiren was ready to believe such a clumsy reason, or was it just a temptation?
However, Song Qiyan became very interested. He seemed to be happy to explain his recent work to Song Zhiren. He sat upright on the sofa, and Jin Ziqi turned around, showing his dog-like attitude.

"The annual report submitted by the branch said that there is no problem with the sales volume, but the profit has fallen sharply. It can't be compared with last year's profit. This year's profit can't be compared with last year's two quarters. Song looks good. Unlimited, secretly only I know that the national treasury is starting to be empty... I don’t know which link is wrong, alas, I was originally a chicken farmer, how do I understand the intrigues in these shopping malls? This is not what I am good at, it is really a headache!"

(End of this chapter)