The Queen of Rebirth

Chapter 132
just don't know...

He Zijin turned his head and glanced at the silent, paralyzed man...

The banquet hall is sparsely populated.

The man who left intermittently wanted to get something more or less, but in the end, when he saw that the protagonist of the banquet did not have any actual performance, he could only leave disappointed.

Everyone knows that the eldest lady of "Longmen" is not a character to be easily bullied.

Song Zhenqian stood idly in the hall with fewer and fewer people. The suddenly empty and spacious place made her feel a little inexplicably empty. She took a glass of vodka casually, and some throat-piercing spirits would make it difficult for her to be so Trance and sluggishness.

"Drinking alone?" A familiar male voice appeared behind him.

Song Zhenqian turned his head, put down the glass of vodka calmly, looked at Luka, a tall and handsome man in a white suit, and smiled weakly at the corner of his mouth, "I thought you wouldn't show up tonight."

"How is it possible?! Yi Laogan's daughter's blind date banquet, even if he is lying on his stomach, he has to crawl over, right?" Luca raised his brows.

Song Zhenqian just smiled, just a polite and distant smile.

"Why, aren't you waiting for me?" Luca pursed her lips and looked at her.

"You know I'm not calling you."

"My heart is really in pain." Luka didn't care about Song Zhenqian's straightforwardness. On the contrary, his expression and tall and straight figure looked so noble.

Song Zhenqian ignored him, and looked at the luxurious hall with blurred eyes.

"I heard that you fell in love with a little boy." Luca said casually, as if he didn't care too much about everything, but when Song Zhenqian looked up at him, he felt that his whole expression was not He didn't care so much in his tone.

"I don't think he is a little boy."

"Speak for him so soon?!"

"I'm telling the truth. He has his own career. He's not a bad guy." Song Zhenqian said with certainty.

"Own career? Tang Shisen?! You shouldn't be so careless that you don't know his background! Everyone doesn't have to know, but you Song Zhenqian definitely won't. I believe that all the men in this banquet hall, you all know Knowing everything."

"You flatter me too much." Song Zhenqian drank vodka lazily.

"It's not flattery, but it's just understanding."

"I never thought that I would marry a man like me who worries about life and death every day. I hope that in the future, I can spend my next life in an ordinary way. After my godfather is a hundred years old, I will not go on This way, so why can't I give myself to an innocent person?!" Song Zhenqian asked him coldly.

Luca shrugged indifferently, and Song Zhenqian could see the sternness in his eyes, and there was an evil smile that was hard to spot, "So, even if Tang Shisen is working for Qin Yuanxiu, so what? It’s not too much, as long as it’s plain.”

"Bland?" Luka smiled again. He lowered his head and pulled Song Zhenqian's right hand. His thin lips were lightly printed on the back of her fair hand. "I wish you happiness, my dearest lady."

"Thank you."

Luca leaves.

Song Zhenqian looked at his back, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

It's as simple as that when a fish takes the bait.

She really likes the story of the snipe and the clam fighting for the fisherman's profit!

Longmen.

Song Zhenqian got up lazily, it was already noon.

She came down from the second floor, and Mr. Yi was sitting in the tea room watching TV. The big floor-to-ceiling windows just happened to be able to see the bright sunshine outside.

Seeing Song Zhen light up, Yi Lao raised his eyes and said, "Enough sleep."

"Ah."

"I heard you've taken a fancy to Tang Shisen."

"You don't like it?" Song Zhenqian is good at using retreat as advance.

"Not at all, but I didn't expect that you would like a man with that personality."

"What kind of character is not important to me, I just need a man who can treat me wholeheartedly."

"Of course." Elder Yi nodded. He didn't seem to have much opinion on her choice. He flipped through the newspaper, and seemed to have digested all the content he liked. He casually put the newspaper on the table, stood up and stretched. Stretch, "Qin Yuanxiu is not something you can move yet."

Song Zhenqian had already left for several steps. When she heard Yi Lao's lukewarm voice, she paused, and she turned her head, "I don't need to do it myself, I have my own way."

"I don't want to stop." Elder Yi looked at her, "It's not easy to be able to sit in today's position given my age. After sitting for so many years, I feel that life is too leisurely, but it's better to take advantage of the old bones that can still move." , move your muscles and bones."

Song Zhenqian looked at him.

"Didn't Qin Yuanxiu start to openly oppose me? The deal with India." Elder Yi reminded.

Song Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Go and see Zijing, he went to play with those Tibetan mastiffs early in the morning, Tibetan mastiffs recognize people, make sure they don't get hurt." Elder Yi changed the subject.

Song Zhenqian pursed her lips and looked at him, "Dad, why do you trust me so much?"

"Intuition." Elder Yi answered without hesitation, just like the only answer he gave her every time she asked him that question.

"I think your intuition is right."

"Of course, because of your eyes, I feel the warmth I have never had before."

"Thank you." Song Zhenqian said sincerely, turned around and left slowly, and walked out of the hall.

I have to say that Yi Lao treats her sincerely.

It also has to be said that she never cheated on Yi Lao.

In this world, there is probably only Yi Lao who has a real blood relationship with her, not even Song Zijing, what Song Zijing left behind is Ou Yao's genes!

Walk through the long back garden to the dog house in the back.

Mr. Yi likes to keep dogs, and the more ferocious the dog, the more he likes it. Perhaps, based on his life experience, dogs are his most trustworthy friends.

Some time ago, several big dogs retired and could not stick to their duties. Mr. Yi sent people to XZ to pick out two purebred Tibetan mastiffs. One was white and the other was a rare fiery red.

When Song Zhenqian walked towards the dog house, Song Zijing squatted on the lawn on the ground, chatting with the two lazy and spiritless Tibetan mastiffs in the dog house.

She stood not far away, listening to their conversation, the conversation between humans and dogs.

"Xiaobai, Xiaohong." This is what Song Zijing called the two Tibetan mastiffs who were bigger than him. Happy, I have a vicious mother, no, it’s not my biological mother, it should be called my adoptive mother. Her greatest pleasure every day is to torture me, either making me jump off a cliff or let me go for a run, and let me play with real guns! Can’t take it She was beaten on the palm. I really don't know if she is an adult, don't you understand that I am only 5 years old?! 5 years old!"

(End of this chapter)