Chapter 97

When seated, inkstone when seven will be tied to the wrist bouquet off, fingertips holding branches, water eyes slightly squint, "perhaps, a raccoon dog."

Although Qiao feibai's signing of Ye xinuan surprised her, she was not caught by surprise.

After all, at the Qin's anniversary party, it had begun to appear.

Ling Zihuan angrily beat the seat, "hum! What's Pei Tang's intention? He's Joffe's little white face. He's going to change hands suddenly. Is there any conspiracy? "

Yan Shiqi

Qiao feibai's little white face

Ling Zihuan's words also let Mu Yi cast his eyes from the rearview mirror.

"I... am I wrong?"

Seeing their strange looks, Ling Zihuan subconsciously shrinks her neck. The cat dare not make any more noise in the chair.

……

One o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Shi, seven three people had lunch. They started from the company and set out on the long journey to Quancheng with a suit of formal clothes.

It's about three hours' drive from Licheng to Quancheng. The dinner is held at six o'clock, so there is plenty of time.

The car just drove out of the highway intersection, song Qiyu called.

"Hello, Mr. Song."

There was some noise at the other end of the phone. He walked out a few steps, and then slowly opened his voice, "have you started?"

The tone familiar no longer calls her "Miss Yan".

Yan Shiqi nodded his head and looked out of the window at the street view quickly passing by. "Well, I just got out of Licheng, and I can arrive at about four o'clock."

Song Qiyu laughed, low slowly, seems to be in a good mood, "this also worried that you don't come, the day before yesterday housekeeper told me, you returned the entrance fee."

Just because he was worried, he arranged a concierge car to pick her up.

However, since people have set out, song Qiyu does not intend to tell Yan Shiqi.

"Since it's Mr. Song's invitation, the entrance fee is free. Quandang, thank you for helping me with my brother's business. "

Yan Shiqi's attitude towards song Qiyu was gentle, polite and generous. He never slighted him because of his teacher status, nor was he humble and flattering because of his family background.

Like the silent drizzle, soft sprinkle into the heart.

This is the deepest feeling that inkstone Shiqi gave to song Qiyu.

What a pretty girl.

"Drive safely. I'll wait for you in Quancheng!"

After a warning, song Qiyu hung up.

Putting away his mobile phone, he stood in front of the Song family's house, looking at the deep yard with the fragrance of the ancient scenery. The breeze was blowing by with the fragrance of flowers. On the stems and vines of clusters of flower fields, his eyes were gradually weaving a beautiful face that made him feel sincere

"Seventh master, this is the final guest list for tonight. Have a look!"

The housekeeper, who was over 50 years old, did not know when to stand behind him. After waiting for a moment, he could not help but disturb him.

Song Qi regained his eyes, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, took the list and read it carefully.

"Qiao mu?"

The housekeeper glanced and nodded, "it's the second son of Qiao family in Licheng. He has business relations with the third master. He is called by the third master to invite him. "

Song Qi Yu's eyes were deep, and his eyebrow tail spread with a sharp brush. "It's been so long, but the third brother still hasn't recognized the truth?"

The housekeeper clenched his fist and put it on his lips with a low cough. His voice also lowered a bit. "You are not in Quancheng these years. The third master wants to take care of the business at home."

……

At 3:50 p.m., I arrived at Quancheng at 7:00 p.m.

Mu Yi's driving standard is very high, his car is stable and fast.

With the surrounding scenery, large areas of green trees, dotted with the city streets, people feel more comfortable and relaxed.

Different from the rapid development orientation of Licheng, Quancheng is the most famous city in China.