Gong Qing frowned tighter.

He was not angry because of Nangong Jin's refusal.

Nangongjin is right, everything is a business.

Gong Qing is not only not angry, but feels that things are easier to handle when Nangong Jin thinks this way.

"Since it is a business, there is a price and a bargaining chip. Let's talk, what do you need me to exchange, as long as my palace can do it, I will do it for you. If my palace can't do it-ruintian I will also help you handle the destruction of the land."

Gong Qing's eyes were firm.

He knew that when he stepped into this gate, he came to make a deal with the helm.

Even though he is no longer the chief of the imperial special forces, there are still many things he can do that others cannot do!

As long as Nangongjin is willing to negotiate a deal, he will have a chance and chance to win back Song Song from Yin Leopard. After all, on this lonely ocean of ice, on the site of the midnight palace, it is really important to get the support of the helm.

Nangongjin pondered: "The price is..."

Just about to continue the conversation, suddenly, a crisp and beautiful voice came from the window: "Oh, dad, you really hate it, let's let Sister Song give me four sets of autographed comic books! We are here! Europe, there is no chance to participate in the signing ceremony of Sister Song! You should talk to Chief Gong!"

Gong Qing looked over in surprise.

I saw a gray wall next to the window, which turned out to be a hidden screen.

The childish female voice that couldn't wait came from behind the screen.

Nangong Jin condensed her eyebrows and scolded coldly: "Adults are talking about business, children are not allowed to interrupt!"

A series of footsteps sounded from behind the screen, and suddenly, behind the screen flashed a lovely half of a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

She clung to the screen playfully, exposing her shoulders and head, and her white and tender cheeks, and said coquettishly: "I didn't interrupt, Dad, I just remind you, don't forget to ask the palace chief for Sister Song's signature. You are not allowed to speak but not count, if your words are not counted, you will not be allowed in the door tonight...Dad than...I want..."

"Naughty, don't call Dadbi. Call Qiye!" Nangong Jin stared coldly, and the girl immediately stuck her tongue out and retracted.

The pretty voice still echoed in the hall: "Seven masters, please, adults have to count, I really love Sister Song's comic books. Since I read her comics, I have read all other childish and overbearing presidential books. I can’t go down, please give me an autograph la la la la la la la, it’s no trouble for you..."

Gong Qing chuckled secretly.

Could it be that this is the legend that Nangong Qiye adopted the adopted daughter by his side when he became the head of the family. Now that she is about to reach adulthood, Nangong Yiyi?

It seems that Nangongjin is very taboo to be called Papa.

Also, the phrase Dad is so called that this young talent is twenty years old immediately.

Suddenly, he remembered inexplicably that when he and Song Song were doing that kind of hey thing, Song Song timidly called his brother, he would be angry, and he insisted on making her name Gong Qing.

And sometimes, inexplicably, I want to hear her soft brother.

Although Nangong Jin scolded Nangong Yiyi back.

However, in the following conversation, it was obvious that Nangong Jin was affected by Nangong Yiyi.

He said indifferently: "Ms. Song is in Yinbao's hands. We take it hard. It is not appropriate. The most important thing is that once we come hard, Miss Song's life may be in immediate danger, don't you think? But I have the right. ,let him--

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