Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 41 You Are A Woman, Mine

While Jin Ziqi was still in astonishment, he quickly rushed into her room.

Jin Ziqi was annoyed by his mistake, Song Qiyan had already quickly closed the door, not giving her any chance to drive him away.

"I thought you liked knocking on doors more." Her tone was a little harsh, not her usual style of speaking, and she didn't have a good face.

Song Qiyan leaned against the door, and while rubbing his pinched arm, he frowned and gave the angry Jin Ziqi a sideways look: "If you smash the door, would it be possible for me to stand in front of you now?"

Jin Ziqi glared at him, but looked at a red and swollen pinch on his arm, and then thought of the last time he gave him an orgasm, most of his anger disappeared immediately, but he still didn't want to pay attention to him.

Song Qiyan ignored her unwelcome, walked in on his own, sat down on the sofa, and poured himself a glass of water from the coffee table: "Come and sit, what are you doing standing at the door?"

"This is my room!" Jin Ziqi looked at Song Qiyan, who was drinking water comfortably, and pointed out the facts emphatically.

Is this man born without knowing what politeness is? !
"I know, I thought you forgot." Song Qiyan poured a glass of cold water to quench his anger.

He leaned back on the sofa, calmed down, rubbed his chin with his bony fingers, looked at Jin Ziqi who was standing by the sofa, narrowed his eyes, and smiled with interest.

Seeing that Song Qiyan just stared at him and said nothing, Jin Ziqi didn't bother to chase him away, so he sat down on the sofa on the other side, and picked up the financial magazine beside the coffee table to read.

"You know him?" Song Qiyan said suddenly.

Jin Ziqi glanced at Song Qiyan, and looked at the place where his eyes were fixed, which was the magazine in his hand.

She just turned a random page just now, but happened to turn to an interview.

And the "he" Song Qiyan said was the protagonist of that interview.

Jin Ziqi looked down and saw the man in the double-page photo, a handsome and mature industrialist, wearing a beige V-neck cashmere sweater and black slacks, sitting leisurely on the sofa, so handsome that women covet.

She looked down and saw his name written in the corner of the photo: business tycoon—Qin Yuan.

The man in the photo was looking at the camera with his dark brown eyes. At this moment, Jin Ziqi looked at the photo, the deep swirling eyes made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

She moved her eyes away with a slight brow, and replied to Song Qiyan who had been staring at her, "I don't know."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qiyan suddenly reached out and snatched the magazine from her hand. She looked at it with a little displeasure, but Song Qiyan quickly browsed the magazine disapprovingly.

"Why do you keep staring at people if you don't know them?" He said calmly, and then turned the magazine to the page where the photo was located: "You can't look at people too superficially, but only at the surface, but at the essence."

"I don't quite understand Mr. Song's meaning." Jin Ziqi said indifferently.

Song Qiyan raised his eyes and glanced at Jin Ziqi: "You really think Qin Yuan looks like it was written in a magazine, but he actually..."

Jin Ziqi finally looked back at him: "Actually, how is he?" He answered with rare interest.

But she didn't know that her seemingly interested question was so dazzling in Song Qiyan's eyes. His face immediately became gloomy, and he said coldly, "Actually, he is extremely ugly, with buck teeth and pockmarked face. And bald."

The corner of Jin Ziqi's eyes moved, and Song Qiyan's thoughts jumped too fast. She couldn't catch up. She lowered her head and glanced at the handsome man in the photo, and Song Qiyan said again: "The one in the photo is his personal special assistant."

As if he was afraid that Jin Ziqi would not believe it, Song Qiyan frowned and continued, "If it wasn't for the sake of my classmates for many years, I would definitely help him out by cheating the society like this..."

"Compared to a man who only looks like a man who spends his days messing around with women, a man who is ugly but has real talents is more respectable."

Song Qiyan was speechless for a moment, obviously Jin Ziqi's answer was completely opposite to what he thought.

But Jin Ziqi continued calmly: "How can a master in love like Mr. Song who can strike up a conversation with a young girl casually on the side of the road, and hug and kiss after a few words, understand?"

Song Qiyan was confused at first, but he soon understood and smiled slowly.

"Song..." Jin Ziqi suddenly realized that her tone of voice was not right. She saw Song Qiyan staring at her, as if waiting for her to speak, with a smile on her face.

This made her become embarrassed, and she pursed her lips tightly and stopped talking.

"You're jealous." Song Qiyan smiled in a low voice with a pleasant tone.

"No." Jin Ziqi gave a succinct denial. She didn't want to face Song Qiyan's smiling gaze again. She got up and walked over the coffee table to leave, but her arms were pulled, and her delicate body spun.

Her back was pressed against the soft sofa, and Song Qiyan's arms supported her side, bringing her under the powerful aura.

"You're jealous." He emphasized again, staring at her with dark and unclear eyes.

Jin Ziqi turned his head away, but was still stubborn: "There's nothing to be jealous of, and it's not high-end vinegar. In my opinion, the taste is average."

"He said he wasn't jealous, and he was always so proud." Song Qiyan's original good face sank.

Jin Ziqi looked into his calm eyes: "I'm Jin Ziqi..."

She originally wanted to say that she was the daughter of the Jin family and the heir of the Jin family, but unfortunately he didn't give her a chance to finish.

Her mouth has been firmly held by the man in front of her.

Jin Ziqi didn't have time to dodge, her pupils dilated.

Song Qiyan let her go slowly, he watched her eyelashes covered gently, her breathing was slightly unsteady, and her eyes became deeper and hotter: "You are a woman." He said, and added in his heart: mine.

In the next second, Jin Ziqi received a sharp slap on his left cheek.

There was a crisp sound echoing in the room, and Jin Ziqi was frightened by that slap.

She belatedly discovered that this was the most common method used to deal with rogue women.

Song Qiyan's face was turned to one side, and the pale yellow light cast a graceful silhouette on his well-defined profile, which also covered up the expression on his face.

The atmosphere became more and more silent. After a moment of stalemate, he got up from the sofa, straightened his clothes, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Insolent and rude!" Jin Ziqi casually picked up the magazine on the coffee table and threw it over, hitting Song Qiyan on the back accurately, and incidentally added four words.

Song Qiyan stopped, turned around, picked up the magazine from the ground calmly, tore off the two pages that Jin Ziqi read just now, and stuffed them in his trouser pocket.

(End of this chapter)