Counterattack by cannon fodder who reads minds! Eighty-year-old eat melon and become a group favorit

Jiang Yicha noticed Song Yeming's intense gaze and turned his head to look at Song Yeming in confusion.

"Little uncle, what bad ideas are you thinking of?"

Song Yeming clicked his tongue and walked towards the hanging chair next to the balcony, "It's okay. There is the first banquet on the sea tonight. It's on the fifth floor. You can go down and have fun."

Jiang Yicha nodded. After browsing the entire floor, he changed into a small skirt and went downstairs.

Song Yeming arrived on the eighth floor. The blond man who originally led the way was still wearing a white tuxedo and stood at the elevator entrance, waiting for Song Yeming's arrival.

"Mr. Song, my husband is waiting for you in Conference Room 1. Please come with me."

Song Yeming was taken to Conference Room 1, and the blond man closed the door. At the same time, the man sitting in the chair raised his head. Under the chestnut curly hair, there was a young and handsome face with a mixed-race style.

"Mr. Castle?"

Song Yeming's eyes were alert. He didn't expect that the famous Mr. Kasuo was a man who looked to be in his twenties.

"Mr. Song, please sit down." Kasuo's dark green eyes blinked, and his warm smile looked harmless and naughty, "You don't have to be formal, except for business matters..."

Ka Suo held up his chin with one hand and said lazily and casually, "Miss Jiang and I are old acquaintances. You deserve to be called uncle."

Song Yeming: ...My niece is obviously not around, but I feel like she is everywhere. This absurd and crazy world!

Song Yeming held back the roar in his heart and sat down not far from Kasuo, his face tensed.

"Uncle, aren't you curious about how Chacha and I met?" Ka Suo was still smiling.

"..."

Not curious.

Not curious at all.

"Uncle should be curious, right?" Kasuo said to himself, looking out the French window, "Actually, she may have forgotten me a long time ago, and we have never officially met..."

Song Yeming bit his back teeth and said, "That batch from Nanyang——"

"Uncle, who will win, Zhu Ma or Tiansheng?"

Song Yeming met Ka Suo's expectant gaze and stood up with a sullen expression, "I think everyone should get out."

After the words fell, Song Yeming walked out of the conference room with a sullen face.

His silly little niece doesn't have a troublesome face, and she doesn't like to mess with men. Why do smelly flies want to bite unsealed eggs?

"Mr. Song, don't you want to sit down and talk business?" Kasuo put away the hand that was supporting his chin and leaned back on the chair lazily. "Or maybe Mr. Song wants to kill sharks, whales, um... all kinds of things. In the belly of the little fish?"

Song Yeming felt a tightness in his chest, unable to come up or go down. He had to talk about business, but he also had to protect his little niece.

Song Yeming turned around and sat back down again. When Ka Suo was about to speak, he made his position clear, "I have no habit of betraying my family."

Ka Suo shrugged lazily, "It's a coincidence that I don't have the habit of exchanging interests for affection. It's just that childhood sweethearts are boring. In life, you always have to go out of the ordinary and try new things."

Song Yeming had nothing to say. He didn't want to talk to Ka Suo about anything except business.

Fifth floor.

As soon as Jiang Yicha got off the elevator, she saw the tense confrontation. She quietly found a sofa with a good view, pulled out two small cakes, and watched while eating.

There was a confrontation between the two sides. On one side was a young man in black, holding a weak and beautiful woman in his arms. Opposite the two was a beautiful woman dressed up.

Judging from the look and aura, it must be because of love.

Jiang Ycha was chewing a small cake while staring at the three of them intently.

The three people seemed to be well-known, and onlookers spontaneously helped in the confrontation. "Ms. Nan, Mr. Mu has divorced you, what's the use of bothering you anymore?"

"That's right, Miss Nan, you have hurt Miss Bai so many times and you still dare to appear in front of Miss Bai. Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

Jiang Yicha's eyes fell on Miss Nan, whom everyone said, and he opened his lips slightly and nodded slightly.

"Nan Xia, we are divorced. If you dare to hurt Ruoruo again, don't blame me, Mu Chen, for being rude."

Jiang Yicha's teeth ached. She seemed a little unable to accept this scene, and her scalp was numb...

After seeing the beginning, she could already guess the ending. She shivered all over and was about to go upstairs with the small cake in hand.

A young man in a blue suit stood in front of her, holding up a champagne glass with a smile, "Miss, are you alone?"

"Two people." Jiang Yicha blinked, "I came here with the sponsor's father. He was discussing business up there, so I came down and walked around by myself."

The man looked stunned for a moment, then smiled cheerfully, "Miss, you are sincere, why don't we have a drink together?"

"No." Jiang Yicha said with a straight face, "The sponsor's father doesn't allow me to drink, and I have professional ethics and cannot drink with other men."

The young man seemed to have heard something interesting and was overjoyed. "Okay, you don't have to drink. Sit with me for a while and I'll pay you."

"How much?" Jiang Yicha sat down and gently held a glass of light wine with his fingers. It didn't look like the alcohol was high. "What do you want to talk about? Those who break the rules are not allowed. Others are free."

"I'm suddenly very interested in you. Are you considering changing jobs? I can pay you double or triple your salary."

The young man put his hands on the back of the sofa and put his arms around Jiang Yicha, half teasing and half serious.

"I'm afraid that won't work." Jiang Yicha shrugged and spread his hands with a smile, "My sponsor father is old and not so clear-headed. He can do anything to coax him. You, you look very shrewd and are not easy to deceive."

Jiang Yicha picked these nonsense at his fingertips.

"Oh, maybe if you work hard, you can deceive him?" The young man followed the words, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"I don't think about it." Jiang Yicha moved to the side, further away from the young man, "I'm too lazy to work hard."

"Miss is really... straightforward." The young man took out a small box from nowhere and opened it. There was a ring inside, "Miss, you won't accept it as a meeting gift, right?"

"The grams are a bit small, so I won't accept it." Jiang Yicha also smiled back, but said without mercy, "The banquet seems to be nothing interesting. I have to go upstairs to eat."

As soon as Jiang Yicha stood up, his arm was grabbed by someone.

"Are you an adult?" The young man curled his lips. "I remember that this cruise ship refused to allow minors to board. You said... did your sponsor knowingly commit the crime?"

Jiang Yicha threw away his arm and wiped the area where he was caught with the wet wipes on the table, "Those who dare to break the rules cannot be restrained by the rules; those who dare not break the rules, there is no need to emphasize the rules."

"Interesting." The young man extended his right hand, "Lin Yan, just call me Young Master Lin. You are the first girl I have seen with such a bold style. Are you really not considering changing jobs?"

Jiang Yicha's eyes were strange, "I didn't expect that the playboy is quite innocent."

Didn't he suspect that what she told was a lie?

There are obviously many loopholes in her words.

"Young Master Lin, I really have to go up to have lunch, so I won't accompany you." Jiang Yicha waved his hand, turned and walked towards the elevator.

Mr. Lin was stunned on the sofa. He couldn't tell which of Jiang Yicha's words was true and which was false.

Jiang Yicha had not taken a few steps when she was suddenly hit on the back of the head by a wine bottle. The moment the bottle hit the back of her head, it shattered into pieces. The faint purple light quickly dissipated without attracting any attention.

There was silence.

"She... has a tough head..."