Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 463 I've lost you for ten years, and I'll pay you back for life (4)
Suddenly, he was very reluctant to leave him for four days and midnight...

Song Qiyan went back to the bed again, turned around and hugged her, gently put her in his arms, stroked her stomach again and again: "Xiao Qi, stay at home and wait for me to come back......"

He kissed her forehead, and her chin made her want to avoid it, but she didn't want to miss the last few minutes together. She leaned on his chest and raised her hand to touch his chin: "Shave off your beard before going out. .”

"En." Song Qiyan responded, and it took a while before he spoke: "Xiao Qi, my love has only been given to you alone, no matter what happens in the future, don't give up lightly, okay?"

He asked softly in her ear, and the low and mellow voice was sent straight to the softest corner of her heart.

"Qiyan, there won't be such a day."

Song Qiyan smiled, put her back on the bed, carefully tucked her quilt, and then got up, before the smile on his face dissipated, his cell phone rang.

He took the phone and looked at the number, his face darkened immediately, he looked at Jin Ziqi who was asleep with his eyes closed, walked out of the bedroom, did not forget to close the door, and the whole bedroom returned to a sense of tranquility.

The door of the study room opened, and Song Qiyan came out, still angry, but startled when he saw Guan Ming.

"What's the matter?" Song Qiyan subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

"There is a courier outside that needs to be signed by the young lady. I wonder if the young lady is awake?"

When Jin Ziqi was mentioned, his face softened a little, and he closed the study door behind his back, "She was too tired yesterday, she was still asleep, don't disturb her." He said this without blushing or panting.

Manager Ming nodded understandingly, turned around and was about to go down to tell the courier about it.

Song Qiyan turned back again, squinting his eyes strangely: "What gift is it?"

"It's a bouquet of lilies," Ming Guanshi said, and looked at Song Qiyan, "It seems that there is nothing else."

Nothing else?It's just a bouquet of flowers, so Jin Ziqi must sign for it in person?
Song Qiyan stood there for a while, and didn't speak for a long time.

Manager Ming waited quietly, seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, and was about to ask to leave, but Song Qiyan put his hands in his trouser pockets, passed her and went straight downstairs, "I'll go and have a look."

Song Qiyan slowly paced past the gate of the Song residence. The courier saw the person coming and immediately stepped forward.

"Sir, may I ask if Miss Jin Ziqi has come down? I'm waiting to deliver the next courier!"

The courier didn't hide his anxiety. For the New Year's Eve, their courier service was always busy, so the business was naturally busy, but he spent too much time on this bouquet of lilies.

The courier looked down at his watch from time to time, Song Qiyan observed his little movements, and stood in front of him leisurely, but his eyes fell on the large bouquet of lilies in the courier's arms.

"For Jin Ziqi?" He raised his eyebrows and asked seemingly casually.

The courier nodded: "Sir, can I trouble you to call Jin Ziqi for me..."

"What does the man who delivers the courier look like?" Song Qiyan suddenly interrupted the courier.

The courier was taken aback, and then explained that it was no secret anyway, "He is very good-looking, and he is also very tall. He is wearing a white sportswear and is about 30 years old."

Song Qiyan's face darkened instantly after hearing this, he came so fucking in time!

Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw the card inserted in the bouquet, and he got a little closer to see it clearly. There were only a few words, but each word stimulated his nerves——

I will bear you for ten years, and I will pay you back for a lifetime.

"Sir..." the courier called out worriedly to Song Qiyan who was staring at the bouquet in his hand without moving.

Song Qiyan was called back to his senses, and stood aside, blocking the courier's view from looking in: "I forgot to tell you, Jin Ziqi is not at home, she just called me and asked me to sign for her."

The courier looked suspiciously at the well-dressed Song Qiyan: "This..."

"Don't believe it?" Song Qiyan stood upright with his hands still in his trouser pockets, raising his eyebrows, "Is Jin Ziqi's number 187＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊8?"

"That's true." The courier nodded, but still hesitated: "The other party said that he would hand it over to Miss Jin."

Well, to engage in such tricks under his nose!

Song Qiyan sneered secretly, but on the face he explained kindly to the courier: "Actually, I am her brother."

At this time, if he is Jin Ziqi's husband, if the courier is not stupid, he will never give him the flowers, even if he succumbs to his lust, he will tell Qin Yuan if he is not allowed to turn around!

"You are her brother?" The courier couldn't help raising his voice, and looked at Song Qiyan questioningly.

Song Qiyan felt guilty after being scrutinized, coughed dryly, turned his eyes away, and happened to see a servant passing by from behind, and greeted the servant aloud: "Wake up so early to work?"

The servant was a girl in her early twenties, when she saw the young master who was usually ignorant talking to her, she blushed excitedly, rubbed her hands and couldn't utter a word: "Elder...elder young master...morning...good morning !"

Song Qiyan waved his hand kindly: "Go to work, don't forget to eat breakfast."

Seeing the maid Xiao Lu thumping and running away clutching her chest, Song Qiyan turned to look at the courier.

"Believe it now? This is my home, you give me the flowers, and I will hand them over to Jin Ziqi."

Most of the doubts of the courier had been dispelled, and Song Qiyan didn't look like a wretched person in his speech and behavior. After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and handed the flowers over. Who told him to be in a hurry?

"Then trouble you."

Watching the courier go away, Song Qiyan turned around and walked back. He stopped when he passed the garbage bin used by gardeners to hold stray branches, and threw the flowers into it calmly.

As for that card...

He looked back and forth, exerted strength leisurely with his bony fingers, and the star-shaped card was torn into pieces, and he took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, and the ignited flame burned the shredded paper to ashes.

Gray paper ash flew in the dry winter air and slowly returned to the dust.

Song Qiyan brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, turned the lighter between his fingers, and it fell steadily into the palm of his hand. I wondered if the dust had been sucked into his mouth. He coughed heavily, murmured and entered the main building.

Manager Ming happened to come down from upstairs, and when she passed by, Song Qiyan stopped her in time.

"Ming Ming, you don't need to tell the young lady about the delivery of flowers by the courier just now."

Manager Ming looked at Song Qiyan, who was improving so much, in bewilderment, and glanced at his empty hands.

That meaning seemed to ask him: Eldest young master, where are the young lady's flowers?
(End of this chapter)