Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 48 We are neighbors from now on!

uncle? !Jin Zhaodong called Song Qiyan his brother, but Song Qiyan responded that he was an uncle?
Jin Zhaodong was obviously also flustered by the "uncle" call, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

When Jin Ziqi looked at Song Qiyan, he just put down the teacup in his hand and met her gaze.

Catching the bewilderment in her eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up, looking harmless and polite.

Jin Zhaodong quickly came back to his senses, broke the awkward atmosphere, patted Song Qiyan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Song, I dare not take advantage of you. If I let Mr. Song know that you are an uncle, I will not be able to bear it." !"

Song Qiyan held up the teacup to hide the constriction in his eyes, and raised his eyebrows. As soon as Jin Zhaodong's words fell, he answered unhurriedly: "Uncle, you are joking, how dare I stand in front of you as an elder?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Jin Zhaodong's face froze immediately, and the atmosphere in the living room immediately became awkward.

Jin Zhaodong was puzzled by Song Qiyan's insistence on calling him uncle, and turning his head inadvertently, he saw Jin Ziqi who had been sitting quietly by the side.

The information displayed in the previous data suddenly appeared in my mind, 1000 million is just to invite a woman to dance?
The treacherous and cunning Jin Zhaodong looked at his daughter who was as quiet as a virgin, and the expression on his face became even weirder.

Looking back at Song Qiyan who was sipping green tea comfortably, could it be that this kid Song Qiyan——

But before the guessing in Jin Zhaodong's brain became clear, he was interrupted by an angry childish voice: "Why are you at so-and-so's house?!"

Jin Moumou, who came back from the chicken, ran into the living room like an old hen protecting the chicks, hugged Jin Ziqi's body, turned around and gave Song Qiyan the order to chase away guests: "Strange Shu, go home, Qiqi doesn't want to talk to you !"

When Jin Zhaodong saw Jin XX who ran in and drove Song Qiyan away without saying a word, his depressed mood suddenly turned into displeasure, and he scolded XX with a sullen face, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you follow——"

Speaking of later, it was Jin Zhaodong himself who paused, not knowing what to call Song Qiyan.

If you call him uncle, don't you just admit yourself and Song's older generation?If he was called grandpa, Song Qiyan's face would be gloomy. How could a man in his early thirties be happy to be called old?
Jin Zhaodong was still worrying about addressing him over there, while Song Qiyan had already stood up, and Su Ningxue, who rushed over, nodded humbly and did not forget to greet: "Hello, Auntie!"

Jin Ziqi waved his hand holding the cup, his lowered face couldn't see the expression clearly.

Surprise flashed across Su Ningxue's face, but she still nodded indifferently, returned a gentle smile, and then picked up Jin XX who was holding Jin Ziqi tightly: "Good boy, mom is talking about things with grandpa and uncle, so-and-so first Go upstairs with grandma."

"Don't want it!" Jin Moumou's heavy buttocks rubbed against Jin Ziqi's legs, and he frowned with a puffy face: "So-and-so wants to be with Qiqi!"

Su Ningxue felt a headache seeing the helpless words and deeds of Jin XX's little rascal, and smiled apologetically at Song Qiyan: "I made you laugh."

Song Qiyan smiled with an indifferent expression, "Don't worry, kid, I won't mind."

When he said this, his eyes fell on Jin Ziqi's face involuntarily.

Jin Ziqi seemed to be drawn by some kind, raised his head, and looked into his bottomless black eyes.

Then, he suddenly remembered the scene in the swimming pool that night, his cheeks burned, and he got up unnaturally.

Her reaction seemed to satisfy Song Qiyan, he grinned, showing his white teeth, turned his head first, and said to Jin Zhaodong: "It's getting late, I'll take my leave first."

In fact, Jin Zhaodong has been paying close attention to the interaction between Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi. When he found that Jin Ziqi blushed when Song Qiyan saw it, his face suddenly became ugly.

Don't let him fall for it, this kid treats his daughter...

Jin Zhaodong's heart was heavy, and he couldn't tell what it was like. Seeing Song Qiyan get up to say goodbye, he followed suit, trying to show a smile: "It's almost time for dinner, why don't you go back after dinner?"

Jin Zhaodong's words were purely polite, but Song Qiyan's answer was beyond his expectation.

Song Qiyan glanced at the dishes that had already started to be served in the restaurant, completely ignoring Jin Zhaodong's hint that he wished him to leave early, and nodded: "Since you say so, then I will not be polite."

Jin Zhaodong's face was a little darker than the bottom of the pot. The so-called riding a tiger is hard to get off is his current state.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, trying to hold on, he squeezed out a stiff smile, and continued to say warmly: "If you don't want to drive, I'll have a few drinks with you to test your drinking capacity!"

"Driving?" Song Qiyan frowned slightly, and after a moment's surprise, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile: "I forgot to tell you, I came to visit today as a neighbor."

"Neighbor?" This was the first sentence Jin Ziqi said after entering the living room.

Song Qiyan looked down at the long black hair on her shoulders, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of Jin Zhaodong and Su Ningxue, he explained without blushing or panting: "Mr. Lin is planning to emigrate to the United States recently, and the villa here is going to be sold. down."

So they will face each other day and night in the future, is that what you mean?

Everyone in the living room was still shocked by the news, but there was a knock at the door. Qiao Nianzhao, who was standing there at some point, held on to the shaking vase, with a stiff smile on his face after a flash of panic.

When his eyes swept over Song Qiyan, Qiao Nianzhao made a surprised expression: "Huh? Mr. Song? Grandpa said he couldn't find you, so you are here."

Song Qiyan put his hands into his trouser pockets, squinted and smiled at Qiao Nianzhao who was standing by the door: "What do you want from me?"

Qiao Nianzhao's cheeks flushed when he saw him, his eyes flickered and he couldn't speak, a typical shy little girl.

This kind of reaction just once again verified the unique charm of Song Qiyan, a mature man who is so awesome.

But soon Song Qiyan straightened his lips, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turning his face was faster than turning a book, his cold face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, making people afraid to look directly at him.

"I, a person in my thirties, still need permission from others to do things?"

"Mr. Song, that's not what I meant..." Qiao Nianzhao hurriedly explained, her beautiful eyes were already steaming.

Song Qiyan saw it, but frowned, and didn't bother to take another look, but Su Ningxue broke the deadlock first: "Since everyone is here, let's start dinner."

As soon as Su Ningxue finished speaking, Jin Ziqi had already carried Jin XX out of the living room.

Passing by Song Qiyan, the faint scent of tea on his body moved his heart, and he couldn't help but follow him.

"Old Song..." Jin Zhaodong hesitated for a while, but changed his address: "Qiyan, let's go too."

(End of this chapter)