Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 81 She must hate him very much

Song Ziyun did not answer directly.

Over the years, she has become very familiar with her biological father's thoughts.

"Dad, in short, I am not in a hurry about getting married. I will tell you as soon as I have good news." She deliberately said it to be specious, leaving room for speculation.

Sure enough, Song Chunsheng was very straightforward and even expressed satisfaction and appreciation to her, "Okay, but we have to do it as soon as possible. You are already twenty-four this year. The older girls get, the less popular they are. You have to know how to hurry up."

Fang Ru felt proud and proud. She never expected that her daughter would be able to meet the next heir of the Yan family! It was a blessing for her.

No matter how talented Song Yueliang is, what's the use? She got pregnant out of wedlock, and all she left behind was a bad reputation.

A woman who works hard in the business circle and shows her face can only earn a small real estate company.

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

The atmosphere at the dinner table became more and more harmonious and harmonious after the initial stalemate.

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

After he answered the phone and said a few words, he stopped eating, got up and walked out, "Yan Qin invited me to drink. I'll leave first. You guys eat slowly."

To be honest, he was not interested in the conversations at the dinner table.

Anyway, whether you are getting married or married, you must first calculate the benefits.

It's the same for any big family. Even he himself will have to weigh every penny and sell it in the future.

Extremely boring.

Crown Club.

After parking the car, Song Ziyu went straight to the booth on the second floor. As he was walking through the winding corridor, there was a noise in front of him.

"Smelly bitch, I am giving you face by asking you to drink with me! How can you pretend to be noble in a place like this!"

"A poor waiter still dares to mess with my face. Doesn't he want to work anymore?"

"Fuck, give me a drink! Hahahahaha!"

A drunken middle-aged fat man held down a waitress at the door of the booth, poured wine into her mouth and humiliated her for fun.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" The waitress struggled hard, and the drink was poured all over her, making her miserable.

Song Ziyu turned on his heels and prepared to go around.

This kind of thing happens a lot in entertainment clubs and is normal.

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

Pale and weak, she should be pitiful.

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

The black and bright eyes are like hiding black whirlpools, which can attract people.

"stop."

…

Song Ziyu went to the appointed booth five minutes later.

Yan Qin was sitting behind the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, taking in the scene of his heroic rescue of the beauty.

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

If it weren't for the loud music coming from downstairs, the atmosphere in this booth wouldn't look like an entertainment venue at all.

"Aqin, why are you alone here?" Song Ziyu was sensitive to the strangeness, and after sitting down, he half-jokingly said something, but his heart was faintly raised.

The man opposite was wearing black clothes and black trousers, sitting on a large sofa, half of his body was sunk in the shadow, and his whole body exuded a cold air.

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

"Ziyu, how many years have we known each other?" Yan Qin asked.

"It's been ten years," Song Ziyu replied.

On the low table between the two of them, there was high-strength foreign wine. Song Ziyu took the wine glass, poured a full glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ten years of friends, I thought we should talk about everything, enough to entrust us with trust." Yan Qin's face was half-dark, and all his emotions seemed to be buried under the rotating light and shadow, "But until now, you have never

You didn't tell me the truth. What else happened that year that I don't know about?"

Song Ziyu was speechless. After a while, he reached out and wiped his face, "Young Master Qin, I'm sorry for this."

In fact, when he received Yan Qin's call, he vaguely guessed the purpose of Yan Qin's date with him.

As a brother, he was indeed in the wrong when he concealed the incident from Yan Qin.

"We have been brothers for so many years. I am probably the only one who knows how much you liked Song Yueliang back then."

"You want to be with her. I can see how much you have to fight against your family in order to marry her."

"So later I found out that she was pregnant. I really don't know how to tell you about this. Do you want me to tell you directly that the person you like so much has cuckolded you?"

In addition, the family valued the marriage with the Yan family very much, so when his father forced Song Yueliang to abort the child, he did not stop him and was even secretly happy.

Maybe the child is gone, and from now on, as long as everyone doesn't mention it, it can be treated as if it never happened.

When the marriage between the two families is successful, the Song family will be happy and Yan Qin will be happy. Isn’t that the best of both worlds?

But he didn't expect that Song Yueliang would be so crazy that he would rather die than marry the Yan family. From then on, he regarded the Song family and Yan Qin as enemies.

He doesn't understand what's wrong with marrying into the Yan family?

Yan Qin is good-looking, rich and capable, so many people want to marry her but they can't get her!

"How did you force her?" In the shadow of the sofa, the man opened his lips and his voice was low and dry.

Song Ziyu looked over, and for a moment, he caught the man's eyes behind his lenses, which were so cold and sinister that his heart skipped a beat.

"Young Master Qin..."

"Song Ziyu, you'd better tell the truth while I still treat you as a friend, otherwise my friendship with you and the Song family will end here." Yan Qin leaned forward, his face expressionless, but his tyrannical aura followed him.

He moved forward violently, "You know, my methods are never gentle."

"Fuck!" Song Ziyu licked his hair hard and said angrily, "I'll tell you everything, okay!"

It was late at night when I left the club.

The neon street lights are still there, but the streets have become deserted.

Yan Qin sat in the car, told the driver the address, then leaned on the seat and looked out the window.

This is where she sat when we last met.

At that time, she kept looking out 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 it's more than that.

She probably hated him very much.

If he hadn't wanted to get married, she wouldn't have suffered that pain at all.

"Master Qin, do you want to stop here?" The driver from the front asked cautiously.

This is an ordinary low-rise residential area. There is a road between the buildings and a flower garden.

But that's all, there isn't even a garage, and 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 is definitely not suitable for the status of an imperial commander.

Yan Qin came back to his senses, looked outside, and said, "You can get off work. I'll drive the car back by myself."

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

The black car stopped on one side of the crossing. The man had already gotten out of the car. His tall and tall figure was leaning against the front of the car, quietly and motionless.

Under the night, only the scarlet light spots between the man's fingers flickered.

At this time, the residents in the building had already gone to bed, and the lights were everywhere. It was not clear what Mr. Qin was doing here.

(End of chapter)