Mommy, Run Quickly

Zheng Zhiyuan didn't seem to hear what song Zeyu said. He fixed his eyes on Yi Jin in the distance and didn't move half a minute.

Holding the cup is tight again, until looking at the corner of the woman's mouth that smile, tense face, this is a little bit of relaxation.

"It suddenly occurred to me that you and my sister had a baby kiss before."

Zheng Zhiyuan was so absorbed in his eyes that he did not notice song Zeyu's gaze. He gently pointed his finger on the table. The man said a word.

Just from Zheng Zhiyuan's eyes, he has already seen clearly, and then thinking about the things that men and himself said before, song Zeyu's heart is more certain.

"When my aunt was pregnant, I went home once. At that time, my grandfather and uncle Zheng were both there. It seems to be joking about it. You don't have to worry about it."

Looking at Zheng Zhiyuan, he didn't mean to speak. Song Zeyu then said what he had just said. His eyebrows tightened a little bit.

Now all this is just his own conjecture. If Zheng Zhiyuan had no such plan, it would have been a waste of money.

Moreover, song Zeyu didn't want to put any pressure on others. After all, he was only a sister. After all, he saw him again for so many years. He still wanted to stay with him.

Just thinking about Cong Yanfeng of B city in the distance, song Zeyu's face is even more gloomy and ugly. Since he has brought it back this time, he can't give any more opportunities to men.

"I hear your sister is married?"

"No one in the family agrees, what a marriage! What's more, how can a young lady of the Song family be easily taken away by others? "

After a long time, Zheng Zhiyuan began to speak in a low voice, but his tight eyebrows did not loosen half a minute.

Song Zeyu showed off his sister with them a long time ago. At that time, he looked at the man's happy appearance. Zheng Zhiyuan also read the news online.

Just a glance, Zheng Zhiyuan's heart is clear, this is the woman he likes, the news on the Internet, he doesn't care about anything, but everything still depends on whether Yi Jin has this idea.

"What does she like?"

Taking a deep breath, looking at Song Zeyu's gloomy face, Zheng Zhiyuan was slightly stunned for a moment, and subconsciously opened his mouth and said a word.

Even if you like a person, you should also find out what women like. You can't follow others blindly.

Song Zeyu was still thinking about Cong Yanmen's side of the matter, but the next second, listening to Zheng Zhiyuan's words, his heart was slowly falling.

"Do you want me to teach you how to chase people?"

Looking at the distance Song Qi and Yi Jin smile happy appearance, song Zeyu's tense face, this is a little bit of ease, a low voice of the mouth to say a word.

Song Zeyu's eyebrow was slightly raised when he heard the music coming from the side. He ignored Zheng Zhiyuan's plan and walked straight to Song Qi.

"May I call you Xiaojin?"

Yi Jin looks at Song Qi being taken away by song Zeyu, and then looks at the girl's face at a loss. The smile at the corner of her mouth can't help deepening.

Naturally, I know what kind of thoughts song Zeyu has in mind. I just look at Song Qi and I don't seem to have such an idea now. Thinking of this, Yi Jin can't help but be more interested.

Just ready to sit down in the chair, is to listen to the voice from the side, Yi Jin slightly Leng for a moment, looking at the smile of the man's mouth, eyebrows slightly twisted.

"I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to a dance."

Looking at Yi Jin did not mean to speak, Zheng Zhiyuan's smile did not weaken half a minute, after all, the feelings between two people still need to be cultivated slowly.

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of her, Yi Jin naturally knows what this means. For a moment, she can't help hesitating. Looking at Zheng Zhiyuan's focused eyes, she feels a little bit more bored.

"Isn't that Cong Yanfeng? How did you come here? "

"Are all those rumors on the Internet true?"

Before making any decision, Yi Jin is listening to the voice of discussion coming from the side, listening vaguely to the familiar in the heart being raised, and the woman can't help being stunned for a moment.

When I look up, I look at the man standing at the gate of the meeting hall. No matter where he goes, Cong Yanfeng always looks like this. He never shows a smile on his face.

Cong Yan door naturally saw that look, looked at the woman Zheng Leng appearance, the corner of the mouth slightly raised a trace not to Tea Festival radian, no matter how or catch up.

Worried about what Feng Lin would do, Cong Yanfeng handled the company's affairs well these days, which was in a hurry.

He doesn't want to miss all the important moments of Yi Jin, plus the previous events. Cong Yanfeng still wants to speak again in front of the woman.At that time, there were some words over the phone, Cong Yanfeng didn't know how to open his mouth, and Yi Jin didn't show anything at that time. The man was still a little worried.

"Xiaojin, is that ok?"

Yi Jin is in a trance, is listening to a man's voice from the ear, looking at Zheng Zhiyuan's faint smile, heart is very clear, Cong Yancheng is staring at himself.

Take a deep breath, clenched fist slightly loosen half a minute, this is the hand gently put on Zheng Zhiyuan's hand.

Song Qi standing in the distance, naturally is clearly see Cong Yan door sinking face, the corner of his mouth is a bit more ironic smile.

Standing in the same place like this, it's hard to wait for Yi Jin to run over by herself. Thinking of these, Song Qi feels that her head is big. She really doesn't know why Cong Yanmei is so insensitive in her feelings.

"Grandparents are watching. Don't make any noise."

After a long time, Song Qi slowly walked to Cong Yancheng's side. Seeing that no one noticed them, he lowered his voice and said a word.

Cong Yanfeng was really upset. Looking at the figure in the middle of the dance floor, his face was gloomy and ugly. Thinking about the scene just now, he didn't know how to describe his current mood.

"I know."

Just listening to Song Qi's words, Cong Yanfeng's tense face softened a little. How could he not know how much the people of the Song family liked this dinner.

Thinking of these, Cong Yanfeng will not easily do anything, just watching Yi Jin dance with others, there is no way to endure.