Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 698 Happy Family Treaty
Song Qiyan went downstairs refreshed, and saw his eldest son staring at him with hatred.

especially--

Under the watermelon hair style, the band-aid on the forehead is particularly eye-catching.

"Why are you so careless and hit your head?"

Song Qiyan reached out to touch the top of his son's head, but was slapped away shamelessly by Jin.

Jin Moumou continued to stare at him.

Song Qiyan withdrew his hands in embarrassment, copied his bags with both hands, and went to the restaurant in a good mood.

Jin Moumou slid down from the sofa and followed behind with small steps.

"Where's Zhuo Xiaofan? Why don't you watch you play with him?"

"Xiaofan has already gone home in the morning."

"It's so early? Why didn't you say hello to us?" Song Qiyan blamed seriously.

Jin Moumou raised his head and rolled his eyes: "Hmph, obviously you overslept yourself."

Song Qiyan glanced over with a squint: "Rebellion?"

Jin Moumou rolled his eyes again, and walked away swaggeringly.

"Little bastard..." Song Qiyan muttered in a low voice.

"Morning chairman!"

Song Qiyan turned his head and saw the nanny leading Song Xiaobao back from a walk outside.

Song Xiaobao didn't need anyone to help him when he walked, and he moved his calf with vigor.

Song Qiyan's heart softened when he saw it, and with the cold reception he received from his eldest son before, he became more and more pleasing to Song Xiaobao.

He went over, picked up Song Xiaobao, and pinched his smooth and pink cheeks.

"Xiao Bao, do you know that you must not be like your brother when you grow up? You must know how to respect the old and love the young."

Song Xiaobao looked at Song Qiyan in a daze, pursed his lips, his face flushed red.

Suddenly there was a sound of "噗噗".

Song Qiyan frowned: "What's the smell?"

It was fishy and salty, it seemed... his palms were still hot and humid? !

"Oh! Master Xiaobao, didn't you pull it just now?"

The nanny's expression changed, and she hurried over: "Why is it all in the hands of the chairman?!"

Song Qiyan: "..."

When the nanny took Song Xiaobao away, Song Qiyan lowered his head and saw his "golden hand".

He closed his eyes and told himself silently——

"Don't be angry, which father hasn't been shitted by a child? If the baby doesn't get close to him, how can he shit in his arms? Most people can only poop when they are extremely relaxed..."

But... He looked at his hands in disgust, and a wave of nausea rose in his chest.

Turning around, he ran into the nearest bathroom with lightning speed.

Jin Ziqi was woken up by a phone call.

As the new general manager of Jin's, she needs to represent the company at a reception held by a real estate agent.

The other party's request - bring your companions to participate.

Jin Ziqi's teeth itch with hatred when he thinks of Song Qiyan.

Cursing softly, she got up from the bed with her hands on her waist.

When I got off the ground, my legs were still shaking a little, and I couldn't even straighten my waist.

After she washed and changed her clothes and went downstairs, Song Qiyan was sitting leisurely at the dining table with a newspaper.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he just slightly raised his eyelids to glance at her, and continued to concentrate on reading the newspaper.

Jin Ziqi looked at his well-dressed animal appearance, wishing he could press the sandwich on the table to his face!

But when he thought that he still had to ask him, Jin Ziqi still endured it.

"Where is so-and-so?" Jin Ziqi found that the breakfast opposite him had been half-eaten and hadn't moved.

Song Qiyan turned a page of the newspaper and said casually, "Maybe he went to the bathroom."

Jin Ziqi ate breakfast for a while before telling the content of the phone call he received in the morning.

Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows lightly after hearing this.

The corner of Jin Ziqi's mouth twitched, wondering what he was going to come up with.

Song Qiyan slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin, "If you want me to actively cooperate, it's fine, but in business, what benefits will I get if I help you?" He looked at Jin Ziqi on the other side of the table seriously.

Jin Ziqi couldn't believe that he was so shameless, he sneered in his heart, but said calmly, "You are my husband, just like I have an obligation to accompany you to some banquets, you also have the same obligation."

Song Qiyan frowned, "Jin Ziqi, I found that your temper is getting worse and worse. Listening to your own tone of voice, it is as outrageous as an old fritter that has been rolling around in the mall for decades!"

"Then are you going or not? Of course I don't mind finding another one." Jin Ziqi said blankly.

"Since you sincerely invited me, it's my fault to shirk. However, since you speak so commercially, I can't chat with you about family matters. As a businessman, I don't want to suffer."

Jin Ziqi frowned and looked at him: "Are you negotiating terms with me?"

"Of course, I will only cooperate if it is beneficial, otherwise I will be very busy."

"Why is this not good for you?" Jin Ziqi sat up straight, "Although Jin's company is not as good as Song's in our two companies, providing the news of our husband and wife's love to the outside world will stabilize the stock price and even increase it. One harm."

Jin Ziqi took a deep breath: "Besides, in the newspaper photo yesterday, you seemed to have caused a lot of trouble. So if you accompany me to attend, there is another function, that is to smash those unwarranted rumors."

"Well, I don't care. I'm not like you. I used to be like a high-ranking, unworldly princess. As soon as I entered the Jin family, I immediately turned into a queen. I just want to know what benefits I can get."

"The company has already arranged it."

Jin Ziqi was a little frustrated. Just now he said that looking for another male partner was just to frighten him and make him feel a sense of crisis.

However, the man who usually gets jealous at every turn has learned to be shrewd now.

Song Qiyan leaned back on the chair, crossed his long legs comfortably: "What does that have to do with me, you settle your own affairs, and I will agree to you only if it is beneficial."

Jin Ziqi was so angry that he couldn't get angry in front of the servants next to him, so he could only hold back his anger and said, "What do you want!"

"Well..." Song Qiyan narrowed his eyes, "Come to my company at noon, let's have a good discussion."

After finishing speaking, he got up and dusted off the smoke that didn't exist on his suit, and left.

Looking at his hideous back, Jin Ziqi really wanted to throw the butter bun on the plate at his head!

Song Qiyan walked out of the main building with a human appearance, and immediately almost floated with joy.

He drove to Song's, smiling all the way, seeing the employees of Song's trembling, working harder than usual.

Song Qiyan arrived at the office, closed the door and immediately walked to the desk.

He sat on a chair with a stack of A4 paper and a signature pen.

While turning the chair, he lay on the table with a pen and scribbled on the paper.

Occasionally, he would glance at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen and smile cunningly like a big bad wolf.

Finally, an hour later, he took some papers and opened the office door.

At that time, Zou Xiangzheng was secretly texting Xiao Xiao under the table.

Seeing Song Qiyan's figure, Zou Xiang jumped up immediately: "B...BOSS!"

"Here, expand and complete these regulations within an hour." Song Qiyan handed all the papers to Zou Xiang.

Zou Xiang looked at the caterpillar-like Chinese characters on it: ""Happy Family Treaty"?"

He looked at the smug Song Qiyan in puzzlement, and asked cautiously, "Boss, what are you doing?"

"Of course it is to maintain the harmony and unity of a family," Song Qiyan looked at Zou Xiang with contemptuous eyes, "I don't even know this, what are you doing standing there, why don't you add it quickly?!"

Zou Xiang looked at the contract slowly, and smiled secretly, the boss's Chinese still didn't improve.

"Secretary Zou, there are still 57 minutes." Song Qiyan looked at his watch, his tone calm and calm: "If it doesn't exceed 1 minute, I will deduct one-tenth of your year-end bonus until all deductions are made. As for whether you want to deduct your monthly salary, Depending on how I feel."

After finishing speaking, the office door slammed, leaving only Zou Xiang petrified in place.

In the next second, Zou Xiang raised his head and screamed, "How about this, boss, do you dare to be more shameless?" !

One hour and one minute.

A head poked out from the chairman's office: "Secretary Zou, your bonus is gone."

Zou Xiangzheng was sweating profusely typing on the keyboard.

One hour and three minutes.

The landline on the desk rang.

Zou Xiang picked it up with one hand and tapped the keyboard with the other, wasting no time.

A devil-like voice sounded in my ears: "Secretary Zou, three out of ten."

"Ah—" Zou Xiang wanted to cry, but lost the phone, and continued to crackle.

Inside the office, the tone was completely different from the tense atmosphere outside.

Song Qiyan put down the phone, leaned on the chair, and looked at the arm of the chair with his fingers as if playing the piano.

After a while, he opened his eyes and dialed Secretary Zou's special line again.

"Secretary Zou, you still have two-tenths of the year-end bonus."

Then, three seconds later, the door of the office was knocked open.

Zou Xiang rushed in with a stack of thick A4 papers: "Here we come!"

Ten minutes later, Song Qiyan closed the "Happy Family Treaty" with satisfaction, waiting for Jin Ziqi's arrival.

An hour later, Jin Ziqi appeared at the door of the office as scheduled.

Song Qiyan looked at the tall and slender figure reflected in the half-frosted glass, and got up excitedly to straighten his clothes.

He wanted to run over to open the door for Jin Ziqi, but he turned back after two steps.

Now he is the one with the most advantage, and he can't compromise with her casually.

Otherwise, why not ride on top of his head in the future?

So he swayed to the sofa and sat down again, picked up the coffee cup, opened the magazine on the table, cleared his throat, deliberately slowed down his speech, and lowered his voice to show his stability and restraint: "Come in."

Jin Ziqi pushed open the door and saw the back of Song Qiyan's head.

The already depressed mood was out of control.

She went straight over and sat down opposite Song Qiyan: "What's the matter, let's talk."

Song Qiyan put down the cup in his hand, stood up, controlled his tone, tried to walk gracefully with every step, went to the desk to get the document, returned to Jin Ziqi and handed it to her: "If there is no problem, sign it."

Jin Ziqi looked at him suspiciously: "What is it?"

"You'll know if you read it." Song Qiyan sat back on the sofa pretending to be profound, and didn't look at her.

(End of this chapter)