The ghost business girl of rebirth

Chapter 126 A Fat Beat (1)
The convertible drove away in the dust, Song Qifeng stepped on the accelerator, and the black car drove into the mansion quickly like a bullet.

Meng Yiguang was simply left behind. She had originally planned to take a walk, so this did not affect her mood.However, after taking a look at it just now, Song Qifeng seemed to have something wrong.

Speaking of it, even without the indifference and alienation of the past two years, the relationship between her and Song Qifeng is not very close - after all, they don't get along day and night, and there is no blood bond.Because of that ridiculous fate, Song Qifeng's mother and son were separated, and she took over the father's love and mother's love that originally belonged to him.

Being in a wealthy family, even his biological brothers and sisters might not show any sign of it. Song Qifeng's performance in the past is really magnanimous.

It's all about marriage.Song Qifeng had good reviews from outsiders, and he wasn't the kind of person who had fun. It didn't matter whether he could accept it or not, but he hadn't been tempted at all.Life is so long, a marriage without love is inevitably sad.

Therefore, it is understandable that Song Qifeng chose to distance himself from her.As long as his behavior is not too outrageous, Meng Yiguang will not care about him.As for Song Qifeng's preference for Song Jiaojiao, this is also human nature, after all they are real blood brothers and sisters.

As night fell, the street lights came on.There is a light breeze tonight, and it is refreshing.

Meng Yiguang stomped back to the Song family's mansion, and when he entered the living room, he saw Song Qifeng sitting upright on the sofa with a serious expression and clear eyes.

Seeing Meng Yiguang, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and the something wrong in his heart became more and more obvious.

Seeing Meng Yiguang coming in, Song Qifeng rolled his eyes slightly, and his eyes fixed on her.

Meng Yiguang paused.

Tonight, Mr. Song went out to the old man's dinner, and he went to the farmhouse at the foot of Daqing Mountain.It is said to be a farmhouse, but it is actually a quaint resort. The layout of the interior is not inferior to that of a five-star hotel, and there is a strong rural atmosphere. It is a place that the upper class in Linhai City likes to go to.

Every time Mr. Song goes there, he has to rest for one night.Song Zhengming and his wife returned to Wutong City, and now only Song Qifeng and Meng Yiguang were left at home.

By this time, most of the helpers had finished their day's work and returned to the residence behind the main house.The cook leaned over from the dining room and took a look this way, then retreated into the small kitchen with a very winking look.

Song Qifeng squinted his eyes slightly, stared at Meng Yiguang intently for a while, then smiled slightly, and said, "Yiguang, you're back."

His expression was as usual, his articulate words were clear and his tone warm.

Meng Yiguang frowned, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she walked a few steps towards Song Qifeng with a sneer. Her nostrils fluttered, and as expected, she smelled a not-so-strong smell of wine.

Raising his eyes to look at the text box above Song Qifeng's head, the background is still Molan, but the characters floating around and swiping the screen are all garbled characters, probably because he was drunk and he is in a daze at the moment.

Song Qifeng had indeed drunk too much. A project of 7000 million was not a big deal. He suppressed the price too hard, and the other party wanted to regain their place at the wine table.He didn't even inquire about it, Song Qifeng could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.Seeing that they were going to lose, those gangsters actually went up with the white beer and the red beer, it was really despicable.

Song Qifeng was thinking in a daze, and didn't notice Meng Yiguang's gloomy face at all. Seeing that she didn't answer, his handsome face showed a little puzzlement: "Yiguang, why are you ignoring me?"

How could it be possible to ignore you?Meng Yiguang took a deep breath and asked quietly, "Drink?"

"Yeah." Song Qifeng nodded obediently, stretched out his hand and gestured, "Drink a little."

Meng Yiguang lowered his eyes, gently stroked his palm, and asked gently: "Entertainment?" I heard that he has been busy with a project for a while, and it seems that he has won it.

(End of this chapter)