Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 43 I'm Back, Father (2)
In this story, she is just an outsider, and she has no right to ask more questions. Even if she asked, Song Qiyan might not tell her, and the relationship between the two returned to silence again.

After a long time, Jin Ziqi didn't realize when he was sitting on the ground until his limbs started to feel cold.

She tried to get up, but Song Qiyan grabbed her arm forcefully, and fell back down again, but this time was slightly different, she staggered and lay on his chest.

"Why didn't you get married?" Song Qiyan stared at her face, the blushing peach blossom halo and Gu Panjian's expression. To be honest, as early as four years ago, this woman had touched his silent heartstrings.

Jin Ziqi lay on his chest, her hands rested on his chest and abdomen, even through the sweatshirt, she could feel the firm and strong muscles under the palms.

She looked away from him and said, "You care too much." Her tone was gentle, perhaps because of the story just now.

"Can't I take care of you?" Junmei frowned displeasedly, "If you don't let me take care of you, who do you want to take care of?"

Song Qiyan's silhouette, which resembled a Westerner's, was filled with dissatisfaction, and he glared at Jin Ziqi with the corners of his mouth sullen.

Get serious with a drunk alcoholic and you'll lose, and lose flat.

Jin Ziqi knew this very well, so she could only keep silent, and only when Song Qiyan's restraint on her waist gradually relaxed, did she try to get out of control and get up.

Jin Ziqi, who stood firm, realized at this moment that Song Qiyan didn't let her go voluntarily at all, but that he had fallen asleep.

He leaned against the railing of the ship, his brows never loosened, his angular facial features were not as cold as when he woke up, and added a bit of peace and tranquility, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids.

Jin Ziqi stood quietly, looking down at him for a moment, before regaining his wandering thoughts.

She called the waiter to take Song Qiyan back to the room, and after confirming that he was fine, she returned to her room to rest.

Before falling asleep, the story Song Qiyan told flashed through her mind.

She opened her eyes in the darkness, her star-like pupils were dazed in a daze...

At Song Zhiren's 70th birthday party, celebrities gathered in the banquet hall of the cruise ship, and the melodious cello music covered the restrained laughter of the guests like a layer of tulle.

Jin Ziqi entered the venue with Jin Zhaodong on his arm, receiving all kinds of gazes, and followed Jin Zhaodong to say hello to some senior businessmen and politicians who were present.

She did not choose to sit at Song Zhiren's table with Jin Zhaodong. Given her embarrassing status in the Song family, the result of going with her was an even more embarrassing and cold atmosphere.

The Song family was basically present for this birthday banquet, and even Su Jin'an, who has been busy with the construction business all year round, also came, and he and Song Ranqin were acting as loving model couples.

When Jin Ziqi looked over, he saw Jin Zhaodong was greeting Song Zhiren, and Qiao Nianzhao was sitting beside Su Hengfeng. Tonight she was dressed very delicately and beautifully, yet dignified and noble, with long black hair draped over her shoulders.

Jin Ziqi also had to admit that in some respects, she and Qiao Nianzhao were quite similar.

After Jin Zhaodong passed, Qiao Nianzhao made tea and poured water for Jin Zhaodong filially, while Su Hengfeng watched over her every step of the way, with gentle and loving eyes.

From time to time, gossiping eyes shot at her from around, Jin Ziqi smiled coolly and looked away.

In fact, why should she worry about everything that Qiao Nianzhao has now, anyway, in her blank memory, those things are strange enough from beginning to end, even if she once owned them, she no longer remembers them.

Jin Ziqi was immersed in his own thoughts, but was suddenly awakened: "Can I sit down?"

Jin Ziqi looked up, it was Yin Li, smiling and nodding to the female guest at the same table, and then sat down beside her.

It is undeniable that it is Jin Ziqi's luck that Yin Li has been escorting him all these years!

Even though he was sitting among a large group of women, Yin Li didn't feel restrained at all. When he spread out the napkin, he glanced sideways at the main table in the middle and sighed: "It's a waste of space for such a woman to be placed on the carpet as a decoration. Young Master Su, you really love rare animals!"

Jin Ziqi couldn't help but kicked him lightly under the table. I don't know what kind of people are eating at this table. Yin Li's mocking tone spread, and I don't know what will happen in the end.

Yin Li squinted at Jin Ziqi, pursed his lips and smiled maliciously, and looked around the banquet hall while cutting the steak with a knife and fork: "Look at this posture, it seems that the right of inheritance is really going to be declared."

Jin Ziqi ate the fruit slowly and nodded with a smile. Last night, she saw a lot of senior executives from the Song family's decision-making ranks on board.

"Once Mr. Su inherits the huge family business of the Song family, the temple of your Jin family will not be able to accommodate the living Guanyin, the mistress of the Song family." Yin Li said seriously.

Jin Ziqi still ate with a smile, unmoved: "That's also the result of her ability, so I can't be jealous."

Yin Li frowned and looked at her: "You can see clearly."

"Otherwise what else?" Jin Ziqi stopped the knife and fork in his hand, looked back at Yin Li, and then tapped the proud Song Ranqin in the distance with the fork: "Don't forget that the Song family still has this Fighting Victory Buddha. "

Yin Li curled his lips together: "That's true, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, unless one male and one female."

Jin Ziqi stopped answering the conversation, smiled slightly, and ate quietly with his head down.

When the dinner was about to end, Song Zhiren, who had drunk some wine and was in high spirits, got up staggeringly with the support of Su Hengfeng. Although he was more than seventy years old, he was still in good spirits.

After Song Zhiren stopped, the people below began to whisper, and the rumor was confirmed at this moment.

"Thanks to everyone's perseverance, today we are here to participate in the old man's 70th birthday. The Song family's achievements today are due to the support and cooperation of everyone here!"

Song Zhiren's voice was strong and powerful, and without the aid of a loudspeaker, it was clearly heard in everyone's ears: "To this day, I realize that I am old after all, and I should retire and hand over the world to young people." So, let me take advantage of this day to announce to everyone present the next successor of the Song family..."

"Then before declaring the right of inheritance, shouldn't you consider your son?"

Song Zhiren's speech was interrupted by a slightly hoarse but full of strange charm magnetic male voice, and the implication between his words caused an uproar in the banquet hall.

Isn't the Song family only one daughter and one nephew? When did they have an extra son?

The guests looked at each other, including Jin Ziqi and Yin Li, who also looked at each other and frowned, especially after hearing the familiar voice clearly, Jin Ziqi immediately turned his head and looked over.

Song Qiyan was dressed in a black slim-fit suit, with a tall and straight figure, and his sharp-edged facial lines became more profound under the bright crystal light. In the deep eye sockets, his eyes exuded a cold and deep light, as if he could only look at him With just one glance, you will involuntarily sink into the charm of his eyes, which is almost black holes in the universe.

(End of this chapter)