Chapter 841

He said, inkstone when seven sighed, "after all, it is an accident, no one thought."

Song Qi Yu narrowed his eyes: "has Mr. Qin investigated this" accident "

He mentioned on his own initiative that inkstone Shiqi felt strange.

She is not stupid enough to answer truthfully, saying vaguely, "maybe."

Song Qiyu's eyes moved from the cuff to her face. His eyes were very complicated. His thin lips moved, and he wanted to say nothing.

Inkstone when seven see this scene, gently blink, "Song teacher want to say?"

He was silent and shook his head gently: "nothing. You should pay more attention to rest. I have been in Licheng recently. If you need anything, you can contact me at any time. I have something else in the afternoon. Don't disturb me first."

At the end of the speech, he got up, nodded to Wen Cheng and left the ward in a hurry.

Song Qiyu left in a hurry and didn't even greet Yan Shiyang.

In the ward, inkstone when seven and Wen orange look at each other, only feel strange.

Just now, Qi Yu of Song Dynasty had something to say, but he stopped talking.

The two sisters' thoughts were surging uncontrollably, while Yang was standing in the same place when he was inkstone, not knowing what had happened.

……

Downstairs, the parking lot.

When song Qiyu returned to the car, his expression was very gloomy.

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Young master!"

"Bring Ji Suxin to Yuhe teahouse to see me." He threw out a blunt sentence and hung up.

Damn things, move people who shouldn't be moved, bold.

Half an hour later, Yuhe teahouse.

Inside the Zen hall, song Qiyu sits in front of the log tea table in a gray checked shirt. He leans in the chair, his eyes like a blade, and falls on Ji Suxin's body sharply and darkly.

Today's Ji Suxin looks like an ordinary passer-by without a beautiful Chinese dress.

White down jacket with a pair of black jeans, only her pure temperament is not reduced.

The Song Qi imperial instant also not instantaneous ground coagulates her, even if what didn't say, the tea room still spread make Ji Suxin flustered of suppress and dignified.

"President Song..."

Ji Suxin pursed her lips and mumbled for a long time.

She was afraid of the man in front of her. She was afraid, especially when she was gazed at by his eyes, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, which might kill her at any time.

Ji Suxin didn't dare to make a mistake, so he had to break the silence.

Song Qiyu's posture is languid, his shirt is pulled to the bend of his arm, his two fingers are pinching the eyebrows, his eyes are half closed, his voice is low, "tell me what you have done!"

Ji Suxin's eyelids jumped and he was in a panic.

She flashed her eyes and asked, "Mr. Song, what do you mean by that?"

"Ji Suxin..." Song Qiyu read her name very slowly, "you know, I don't have much patience."

In a word, she almost defeated the psychological defense line she tried to build.

Ji Suxin doesn't want to admit defeat. Everything she does has just begun. How can she stop halfway?!

"Mr. Song, I really don't know..."

"Crack --"

With her eloquent sophistry, song Qiyu directly smashed the teapot on the table on the ground in front of her.

He glared, burning anger, ironically said: "do you think that you do those things, can hide from the world, hide from everyone?"

Ji Suxin's eyes were full of fear, afraid of being seen through her fear, so he could only lower his head to cover up his uneasiness and gaffe.

Song Qiyu stood up from the chair with a sneer, walked slowly across the tea table and stood in front of her.

He reached for her jaw.

That strength is very big, let Ji Suxin pain instant tears wet eyes.