Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

Song Ziyun did not answer directly.

After so many years, she has already figured out the thoughts of her own father very clearly.

"Dad, anyway, I'm not in a hurry about getting married. I'll tell you as soon as I have good news." She purposely spoke speciously, leaving room for speculation.

Sure enough, Song Chunsheng was straightforward, and even expressed his satisfaction and appreciation to her, "Okay, but as soon as possible. You are already twenty-four this year, and the older girls are, the less popular they are. You must hurry up."

At the side, Fang Ru felt elated, but she didn't expect her daughter to know the next heir of the Yan family! It can be regarded as giving her a long face.

No matter how good Song Yueliang is, what's the use of being pregnant before marriage, leaving behind a bad reputation.

A woman who works hard in the business district and shows up in public can only earn a small real estate company.

How can it be as good as her daughter? In the future, as long as she marries into Yan's family, her daughter will hold half of the business empire in her hands. Song Yueliang will only look up to her in her life!

The atmosphere at the dinner table changed from the initial stalemate to harmony.

At this time, the phone on Song Ziyu's waist rang.

After answering a few words after answering the phone, he stopped eating, got up and went out, "Yanqin asked me to drink, I'll go first, you guys eat slowly."

To tell the truth, he was not interested in the conversation at the dinner table.

Anyway, whether it is to marry or to marry, the benefits must be calculated first.

It's the same for any big family, even himself, he will sell it by weight in the future.

Very boring.

Crown Clubhouse.

After Song Ziyu parked the car, he went straight to the booth on the second floor. When he passed the winding corridor, there was a noise in front of him.

"Stinky bitch, I'm giving you face by asking you to drink with me! How can you pretend to be noble in this kind of place!"

"A poor waiter dares to disrespect me, don't you want to do it?"

"Damn it, give me a drink! Hahahahaha!"

The middle-aged obese man, who was drunk, held down a waitress at the entrance of the booth, pouring alcohol into her mouth to humiliate her for fun.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The waitress struggled, and the drink was poured all over her head and body, and she was in a panic.

Song Ziyu turned his heels and prepared to go around.

This kind of thing has happened a lot in entertainment clubs, it's the norm.

He glanced in that direction lightly, and when he looked back, he saw the face of the waitress forced to look up.

Pale and weak, she should have been pitiful.

But her eyes were cold and unyielding, revealing a determination that was completely different from the appearance.

The dark and bright eyes seem to hide black swirls, which can attract people.

"stop."

...

Song Ziyu went to the agreed booth, five minutes later.

Yan Qin was sitting behind the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, fully watching the scene of his hero saving the beauty.

He was the only one in the entire deck, which seemed empty and deserted.

If it weren't for the blaring music coming from downstairs, the atmosphere of this booth would not be like being in an entertainment venue at all.

"Aqin, why are you the only one here?" Song Ziyu was sensitive to the strangeness, and half-jokingly said something after taking his seat, but he raised it in his heart.

The man on the opposite side was dressed in black and black pants, sitting on a large sofa, with half of his body sunk in the shadows, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

In the flickering swirling light and shadow, the man raised his head slightly, and a cold light flashed from the gold-rimmed mirror frame on the bridge of his nose.

"Ziyu, how long have we known each other?" Yanqin asked.

"Ten years." Song Ziyu replied.

On the low table between the two of them, there was a high-concentration foreign wine. Song Ziyu took the wine glass and poured it full, then drank it down with his head raised.

"Ten years of friends, I thought we should have everything to say between us, enough to entrust trust." Yanqin's face was half-lit, and all emotions seemed to be buried under the swirling light and shadow, "But until now, you You didn't tell me the truth, what happened back then, I don't know?"

Song Ziyu was dumb, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and wiped his face, "Young Master Qin, I'm sorry for you in this matter."

In fact, when he received Yanqin's call, he vaguely guessed Yanqin's purpose for asking him out.

As a brother, it was indeed his fault that he concealed that matter from Yanqin back then.

"We have been brothers for so many years, probably only I know how much you liked Song Yueliang back then."

"You want to be with her. In order to be able to marry her, I have seen all the struggles with the family."

"So I found out later that she was pregnant. I really don't know how to tell you about it. Do you want me to tell you directly that the person you like so much put a cuckold on you?"

In addition, the family attached great importance to the marriage with the Yan family, so when his father forced Song Yueliang to kill the child, he didn't stop him, and was even secretly happy.

Maybe that child is gone, and from now on, as long as everyone doesn't mention it, they can pretend that it never happened.

When the two families get married successfully, the Song family will be happy and Yanqin will be happy. Isn't that the best of both worlds?

It's just that he didn't expect that Song Yueliang would be so stupid that she would rather die than marry the Yan family, and from then on, she regarded the Song family and Yanqin as enemies.

He didn't understand, what's wrong with marrying into Yan's family?

Yanqin is good-looking, rich and capable, no matter how many people ask for marriage, they can't get her!

"You guys, how did you force her?" In the shadow of the sofa, the man opened his lips, his voice low and hoarse.

Song Ziyu looked over, and for a moment, he caught sight of the man's eyes behind the lens, which was so cold and stern that his heart skipped a beat.

"Young Master Qin..."

"Song Ziyu, when I still consider you a friend, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise, my friendship with you and the Song family will come to an end." Yan Qin leaned forward, expressionless, but the domineering aura followed his Move, tyranny pressed forward, "You know, my methods are never gentle."

"Grass!" Song Ziyu stroked his hair vigorously, and said violently, "I'll tell you everything, let's do it!"

It was late at night when we left the clubhouse.

The street lights and neon lights are still there, but the street has become deserted.

Yanqin sat in the car, told the driver the address, and leaned on the seat to look out the window.

This is where she sat when we met last time.

At that time, she kept looking out of the window like this, so that he could not see her expression.

At that time, was her heart as heavy and cold as his now?

I'm afraid more than that.

She should hate him very much.

If it wasn't for him to get married, she wouldn't have suffered those pains at all.

"Young Master Qin, do you want to stop here?" The driver ahead asked cautiously.

This is an ordinary low-rise residential area, with roads between buildings and flower beds.

But that's all, there is no garage, a bunch of bicycles, motorcycles and even cars can only be parked next to the flower garden.

From the driver's point of view, this kind of place doesn't fit the status of young master Qin.

Yanqin came back to his senses, looked out, and hummed, "You can get off work, I will drive the car back by myself."

The driver hurriedly got out of the car and left, and only looked back when he was far away.

The black car was parked on the side of the road, and the man had already got out of the car. His tall and tall figure was leaning against the front of the car, quietly, without moving.

Under the night, only the scarlet light between the man's fingers flickered on and off.

At this time, the residents in the building have already fallen asleep, and the lights are everywhere, and they don't know what Qin Shao is doing here.