Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 17 Jin Ziqi's Sharpness

When the sky began to dim outside, Song Qiyan finally put the phone in his hand, blinked his sore bloodshot eyes, hesitated a few times, and finally dialed his assistant's number.

At three o'clock in the morning, Song Qiyan's special assistant was woken up from his sleep by his boss. Compared with the assistant's dazed state, Song Qiyan seemed to be in a particularly good spirit, and he said with some hesitation and embarrassment: "Cough, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock Give me a piece of information about Jin Ziqi before, and it should be complete, especially the lingering man next to her, give me his information as well, and by the way, the child named so-and-so."

"Don't worry, I'll do it when I get up at dawn. It's getting late, so you can rest too."

"and many more……"

The assistant on the other end was about to hang up the phone, but Song Qiyan suddenly stopped him. After pondering for a few seconds, he said: "I thought about it just now, let's do it now, I can't sleep anyway, you should get up now and tidy it up. Yimeier give me..."

"Forget it, I think you should deliver it yourself, I don't want the phenomenon that the Internet is disconnected and the mail cannot be received."

"Actually, boss, it's unlikely that a hotel like Shengshihaoting will be disconnected from the Internet..."

After hearing this, Song Qiyan's face became gloomy instantly, and his tone was a little more aggressive than before: "You opened Shengshihaoting, and if you say you don't need to keep the internet online, you won't be online? I'll give you two hours to sort out the information and appear in front of me. Never appear in my sight again, understand?"

assistant"……"

In the morning, when Jin Ziqi led Jin Moumou downstairs, there was already a happy scene in the restaurant.

However, after hearing the footsteps, Jin Zhaodong, who was talking and laughing with Qiao Nianzhao, immediately lowered his face, frowning and looked at Jin Ziqi's mother and son severely.

Jin Ziqi didn't care, and softly coaxed the sleepy so-and-so who was rubbing his eyes, while walking down the stairs nonchalantly, completely ignoring Jin Zhaodong's gaze.

Su Ningxue hadn't come down yet, so there were only two people at the table. After Jin Ziqi appeared, the scene of a loving father and filial daughter was also broken, and suddenly fell into a deserted and embarrassing atmosphere.

When Jin Ziqi walked to the dining table, Qiao Nianzhao, who was sitting on Jin Zhaodong's right hand, called out to her softly, "Sister, you're up!"

Jin Ziqi just nodded, with a very indifferent expression, and then he pulled out the chair and sat down without making a sound.

Qiao Nianzhao's face was gloomy for a few seconds, but then he changed into a gentle smile, and put a fried dough stick into Jin Zhaodong's bowl: "Dad, today's fried dough stick tastes good, you can try it."

From the corner of Jin Ziqi's eyes, he glanced at Qiao Nianzhao, the second lady who moved into Jin's house after she lost her memory.

Jin Moumou climbed onto the chair and sat beside Jin Ziqi, raised his face obediently, and called Jin Zhaodong naively: "Good morning, grandpa!"

Jin Zhaodong responded lightly, with a sullen face all the time, never even looking at someone.

This kind of cold reception only made Jin Moumou pucker her pink lips, and soon turned to Jin Ziqi who was spreading the napkin, holding her pink cheeks in two small hands, shaking her two calves and shouting: "Qi Qi, XX So hungry, I want to eat balls!"

Jin Ziqi leaned over and pinched someone's cheek, just wanted the aunt on the other side to bring breakfast, but was stopped by Jin Zhaodong, who looked at Jin Ziqi who was always calm with a cold face: "Don't be in a hurry to serve the meal, little girl Qi, I have something to ask you."

After Jin Ziqi wrapped a napkin around Jin Moumou's neck, he took a sip of warm water calmly.

In fact, Jin Ziqi's impression of Jin Zhaodong was also pieced together by Jin Ziqi based on the bits and pieces of the past four years.

This mature and handsome middle-aged man has a serious face most of the time, and rarely smiles from the bottom of his heart, and Jin Ziqi was lucky enough to see it a few times.

Thinking of this, Jin Ziqi glanced at Qiao Nianzhao, every time Jin Zhaodong smiled so gently, it seemed... her "sister" was there.

Qiao Nianzhao, who was eating, received Jin Ziqi's scrutiny, and looked up tacitly, with a slightly shy and polite smile on his face, revealing the dimples on his cheeks.

I have to say that Qiao Nianzhao is indeed a great beauty, with a palm-sized oval face, a pointed chin, a straight nose bridge, neat bangs, big eyes like two crescent moons when smiling, sweet and pure.

The superb makeup skills in the entertainment industry make the 27-year-old Qiao Nianzhao look more like a college student who has just walked out of campus, exuding youthful vigor all over his body.

Jin Ziqi withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, closed his eyes and pursed his lips and smiled softly, picked up the water glass and took another sip of water before turning all his attention to Jin Zhaodong: "I'm listening, you can tell me."

When Jin Zhaodong saw the smile on Jin Ziqi's eyebrows, he felt a little displeased.

For some reason, he always felt that Jin Ziqi's smile was inexplicably frightening, and those light brown pupils seemed to be full of sarcasm all the time. Thinking of this, Jin Zhaodong's face turned cold again: "Xiao Qi, you are not old enough. When I’m young, even if I don’t think about some things for myself, I should think about my family.”

Jin Zhaodong paused for a while, his eyes fell on the face of someone who was blinking up and down in confusion, sighed softly, then looked at Jin Ziqi and asked, "What happened last night? Why did Mr. Gao go to the hospital?" ? If Elder Gao hadn’t called to ask this morning, would you have been planning to keep it from me?”

Jin Ziqi looked back at Jin Zhaodong who had a reproachful expression on his face, and slightly pursed his lips and replied: "There is nothing to hide about this matter, I thought you would prefer to finish this breakfast in peace."

Jin Ziqi's tepid answer made Jin Zhaodong frowned. Just as he was about to reprimand him, Qiao Nianzhao, who was eating peacefully on the other side, suddenly called out Jin Zhaodong: "Father, no one is right or wrong about this matter." I can’t tell, don’t blame my sister.”

Because of Qiao Nianzhao's gentle persuasion, Jin Zhaodong's face softened a little, and he stared at Jin Ziqi who was slightly lowering his head and playing with someone's hair: "How old do you have to be before your family won't worry about you? You are 28 years old this year, aren't you?" , there are very few young talents who match your age and have no match in the circle..."

Jin Ziqi didn't want to answer this question, she picked up a dumpling and put it in someone's bowl, then patted someone's head to signal him to put his stomach first, while she waited for Jin Zhaodong to continue the topic.

Looking at the scene where Jin Ziqi took care of Jin, Jin Zhaodong heaved a sigh of relief again, and put down the chopsticks in his hand heavily, thinking of the crisp collision sound in the restaurant.

"At the end of this year," Jin Zhaodong issued an ultimatum: "At the end of this year at the latest, you must find me a suitable marriage partner. If you still treat yourself as the eldest daughter of the Jin family and the heir of the Jin family!"

Because of Jin Zhaodong's sudden increase in the volume of his voice, the restaurant was suddenly silent.

(End of this chapter)