Chapter 98

Yuebai hotel.

Inkstone when seven just get off the car, mobile phone prompt sound.

She looked at wechat. It was Qin Baiyu's news.

Yu: here it is?

Inkstone when seven subconsciously glanced at Mu Yi, the latter is focused on the front, only Yu Guang swept her look, can't help flashing.

She shook her head with a smile, fingertips poking the screen reply: here, don't worry, don't read.

The man didn't reply any more. Later, Yan Shiqi took a break in the hotel. At a quarter past five, he changed his Chinese cheongsam and drove to the Song family's old house accompanied by Ling Zihuan.

As the richest family in Quancheng, I heard that the Song family's industries are all over the city, from tourism to retail.

The Song family residence is located in the Peninsula Group in the southeast of the center of the spring city, surrounded by mountains and forests, streams, far away from the noisy downtown city, like a quiet and comfortable place in the south of the Yangtze River.

The car slowly drives along the river road to the entrance of the old house. The classical gate tower stands far in front, and two red lights are hung on the corner of the gate tower. The simple and heavy historical heritage comes to our face.

"Wow... The Song family is really different! Elder sister seventeen, I heard that the history of the Song family in Quancheng can be traced back to the pre Ming Dynasty. Many generations of our ancestors came from expensive businessmen! "

Ling Zihuan was wearing a chiffon skirt with a ponytail on her head. She was lying on the window, holding her face and sighing.

There are many high ranking families in Licheng, but compared with the Song family, they seem to lack the connotation of the times.

As the car drove into the gatehouse, the ancient trees on both sides were decorated with red silk lanterns, like walking into the courtyard of an ancient dynasty, which made people forget the present era.

The Song family is really different.

Yan Shiqi's eyes flitted along with the scenery, and he thought of song Qiyu inadvertently. No wonder he was born in such a family with scholarly and scholarly temperament. He had been influenced since childhood and was full of poetry and books.

Around Lin Road, the front is a wide field of vision of the courtyard scenery, the huge parking lot has a lot of luxury cars.

Mu Yi opens the car door, Ling Zihuan jumps down first, stands beside him, blinks, snorts, turns his head, and gets off with inkstone.

In front of my eyes, is a garden Begonia door, connected with a long quiet corridor.

Two waiters in front of the door were receiving the guests with a respectful and cautious attitude.

Inkstone when seven slightly looked around, fingertips carrying the skirt of the cheongsam, slim body into the depths of the court door.

Beyond the door of Haitang, there is a room with red and green tiles. Today's Yan Shiqi, wearing a red and blue cheongsam, walks in this ancient architectural complex. It is like a beautiful woman of time coming through the dawn.

Even the lively Ling Zihuan, in such a rich mansion, also converged his temperament and paced quietly.

"Seventeen elder sister, there is someone in front..."

Far away, at the end of the corridor, a figure standing against the light stood, a white shirt, a dark gray vest, slim and decent trousers. In the little halo, the silver chain pocket watch hanging in the chest pocket was shining.

Inkstone when seven steps approaching, this is to identify the Song Qi Yu that Zhang Junyan.

After standing still, she nodded and said, "Mr. Song, meet again!"

In front of him, song Qiyu is no longer a pair of deep black framed glasses, but a pair of delicate gold wire framed round lens frames on the bridge of his nose. When he is dressed like this, he looks like an elegant young man in the turbulent times of the Republic of China.

With a smile on his lips, song Qiyu quietly observed Shiqi's dress. He was so surprised that he flashed by from the bottom of his eyes