This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

   Chapter 1272 Damn Song Qiye!

  Song Qiyu's gaze suddenly sharpened, holding the steering wheel with one hand, his joints turned white.

   "I will go back to the old house immediately, in the name of the old lady, summon Song Lao San to go back!"

   "Yes, Patriarch!"

  Retracted the thread, Song Qiyu gritted his teeth, and shot out a strong murderous intent from the bottom of his eyes.

  No wonder Yan Shiqi thinks he wants her life, no wonder her attitude towards herself is so different.

  Damn Song Qiye, he has a good calculation!

  ……

After a while, when Song Qiyu's white Infiniti left the hotel, Qiao Qing was still standing there.

  He pondered for a moment, but he dialed Wen Erhua's phone with doubts.

   "Mom, it's me!"

  On the phone, Wen Erhua has a gentle voice and seems to be in a good mood, "Call me at this time, are you back from Quancheng?"

  Qiao Qing looked down at the burning cigarette **** in his hand, and whispered: "Not yet, Mom, you tell me the truth, why did Song Qiyu ask you last night?"

  After speaking, the phone is abnormally quiet.

   "Mom! Can't you tell me what's the matter? Or, what kind of cooperation did you reach with him?"

   Facing Qiao Qing’s question, after Wen Erhua was silent, he chuckled softly, “You kid, what nonsense are you talking about, what cooperation can I achieve with him?

  There is a Song family in Quancheng, if there is no Mrs. Song, who will sell him face. "

  Qiao Qing frowned, "So, Mom still doesn't plan to tell me?"

  On the other side of the phone, Wen Erhua heard Qiao Qing's mind. She looked sideways at Qiao Yuanzheng beside her, with a slight smile on her face, "Xiao Qing, don't ask about this matter.

  In short, remember what Mom said, if you don’t have to be a last resort, don’t mix up with the Qin and Song families.

  As for Song Qiyu looking for me, my mother can only tell you that it has nothing to do with Qiao’s family, so don’t ask about the rest.

  Song’s banquet should be over now, right? Instead of worrying about other people's affairs, you should come back as soon as possible. Your dad and I have to go to the company. "

   Hearing these words, Qiao Qing still wanted to follow up, but as a result, the hung-up tone had already been heard on the phone.

  His face gradually became gloomy, and this feeling of being out of control made him very unhappy.

  At the same time, in the living room of the Qiao family’s old house, Qiao Yuanzheng held a cigar in his hand. After taking a sip, he squinted at Wen Erhua, "Xiao Qing is calling?"

   "Yeah." Wen Erhua nodded and put his mobile phone on the coffee table. "I knew he cared so much about Song Qiyu's visit, so I shouldn't have told him more this morning."

  Qiao Yuanzheng took the cigar and shook it on his fingertips, “You are also worried that Xiaoqing is going the wrong way, it’s not a big deal. It’s really not good, you can tell him everything.”

Hearing this, Wen Erhua shook his head deeply, "The reason why Song Qiyu came to me to ask about the fourth child's past is that 80% of people said something.

  His mood was very wrong last night. Although I had little contact with him, I have never seen him look so depressed.

  Speaking of which, the fourth child was taken away, I still heard Qingqing talk about it.

  But Song Qiyu came to ask again. In my opinion, what role the Song family played in this is worth studying. "

  Qiao Yuanzheng leaned on the sofa, placed the cigar on the edge of the ashtray, and nodded at her in the air, "You, I still prefer the fourth child!

  Song Qiyu, people like Song Qiyu, don't have much skill and ability, and rely on the glory of their ancestors to travel smoothly.

  No matter how much you talk to him, if he can’t think about it, it’s useless. "

  (End of this chapter)