Qin Mo smiled and waved his hand. Qin Feifei immediately helped Madam Li and walked towards the bedroom upstairs. Li Beiting added tea to Qin Mo, then leaned against the sofa, waiting for the footsteps behind him to leave, and then looked at Qin Mo.

"Uncle, have something to tell me?"

He sent Qin Feifei away, afraid that he would not hear some words for her.

Sure enough, Qin Mo put down the teacup: "Bi Ting, Uncle has always admired you. You are the most business-minded child in the younger generation. Whether it is Gu Yan or others, they are far inferior to you. So, I feel relieved to marry Feifei."

He was like an ordinary old father, worried about his children's marriage and was afraid that his future son-in-law would be bad for his daughter.

Li Beiting's eyebrows and eyes became heavy, but the smile on the corners of his mouth became even heavier.

"Uncle praised it."

"Uncle is a veteran and knows that it is not a big deal for men to raise a woman outside, but Beiting, what do you think?"

Qin Mo's voice turned cold several times.

Li Beiting spoiled Song Yan so high-profilely. He was not blind, so how could he not get the news?

He knew that Li Beiting wanted to deliver a car to Song Cheng, and he also knew that Song Cheng had signed a contract with Li Beiting. Now Song Cheng is a designer of the Li Group.

Following the normal recruitment process, Song Cheng's background cannot easily become a formal designer of the Li Group.

You should know that the designers of Li Group are the top team in the industry. From internship to becoming a regular, they have to go through a long period of time from becoming a designer.

However, even with such harsh conditions, there are still a large number of people who are trying to enter the Li Group with their heads sharpened.

Because the treatment of Li Group is also the top presence in the industry.

A student at school, Song Cheng, would not have entered the Li Group if it weren't for Song Yan.

"What is my uncle talking about?"

"That Song Yan, what are you going to do with it?"

Qin Mo was talking about disposal, as if he was not talking about a living person, but a cold object, which was irrelevant.

Li Beiting moved his hands, and his fingers with distinct knuckles knocked casually on the black home clothes. His fingertips streaked across the black fabric, leaving few invisible traces.

"What is uncle mean?"

"If you want to stay, then find a place to settle it. Feifei has a bad temper. You know that if she can't think of something wrong one day, it will be difficult to explain to anyone. But if she wants to let Song Yan be so unrestrained, this marriage will become a joke."

The eldest lady of the Qin family was slapped with a sting before she even entered the door. What a joke that was that.

Can the Qin family let her be presumptuous?

"Oh?" Li Beiting was calm and gentle, and was not affected by the belittlement and murderous intention in Qin Mo's tone: "What's wrong with Feifei's temper?"

Qin Mo paused, picked up the teacup casually, took another sip to his mouth, shook his head and sighed: "I am getting more and more confused about you young people."

Li Beiting leaned against the sofa, but his eyes fell at the door where Song Yan had just left, with deep and dark eyes.

"There is only one location for the young lady of the Li family."

He said it was extra cautious.

Qin Mo looked sideways and stared at him for several seconds before nodding with a smile: "Bi Ting, do you know what I admire most?"

"You know how to advance and retreat, and you will let go. Your future is limitless."

Li Beiting chuckled, not saying anything.

While drinking tea with Qin Mo, the two of them chatted about the recent direction in the mall. No one touched the sensitive area, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Time is moving towards twelve o'clock bit by bit, and the housekeeper comes over to remind us that it is coming to the New Year.

Mrs. Li and Qin Feifei just got off the upstairs, and a few moved to the courtyard. Someone had already prepared fireworks outside and waited for twelve o'clock to light them.

At exactly twelve o'clock.

The place where fireworks were allowed to be set off was as bright as day, and various fireworks rushed into the sky, and the whole city was dyed with a layer of fireworks.

The people in love embrace each other and look forward to the New Year.

Song Yan leaned against the railings of the hotel balcony, looking at the entire fireworks, her eyes full of bursting brightly. The fireworks were short, but they were amazing and countless people could be pleased.

She also liked it very much. When she was a child, her father hugged her and Song Cheng to set off fireworks. At that time, she thought that she might be the happiest person in the world.

Later, when my father was gone, the two of them never set off fireworks again.

I haven't had time to watch it well either.

Now looking at such brilliant fireworks, I feel like I am a different world.

The face as big as a palm is a little cool.

A heavy coat covered her head, and Song Cheng's voice came through her clothes.

"Wear some clothes, don't catch a cold, it's windy outside."

The steady and crisp sound made her feel dazed, thinking that she had heard her father's voice again, and the tip of her nose was a little sour.

Some things, even if you don’t think about it, will be bloody when you tear it apart suddenly.

"Song Cheng."

Instead of taking off her clothes, she held the guardrail in front of her with both hands and called out to her brother.

Song Cheng lowered his head: "Hmm?"

"Happy New Year."

A shallow smile came from under the clothes, and Song Cheng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Sister, happy New Year."

In the new year, I always feel full of yearning.

Song Yanba pulled down his clothes, took out a red envelope from his pocket, and quickly stuffed it into Song Cheng's hand: "Stupid boy, New Year's bag."

This was the first time she gave Song Cheng New Year’s money. Last year, he was lying on the hospital bed.

And now, he stood in front of her intact.

"What a coincidence, I have prepared a New Year's bag for you too!"

Song Cheng took out a red envelope like a magic trick: "I have contributed all my brother's first salary to you. I will buy lipstick, bags, skin care products, clothes, and shoes for you!"

Song Cheng raised his eyebrows and fireworks were stamped on his face.

Song Yan's hand froze, and his heart beat a beat: "What are your entire salary?"

His first salary seems to be not a small amount.

"Yeah, all, everyone else has it, you have it too. My sister is the most beautiful in the world!"

He looks like that, it makes people feel itchy.

Song Yan put his toes on his head and put a handful of mattresses, his eyes full of laughter: "I've grown up..."

At twelve 30, the fireworks in the city gradually faded and became quiet.

The air was still filled with the smell of fireworks.

The lights of thousands of homes are still bright.

Song Yan took out his cell phone and had a lot of news on WeChat.

She opened one by one.

Li Beiting: "Transfer 520,000."

Gu Yan: "Transfer 520,000."

Li Yiming: "Transfer 52,000."

Her heart was thumping and she found that it was all a big transfer of money with just a disagreement.

Especially Li Beiting, who turned around at twelve o'clock, and added a cute expression to greet New Year's greetings.

She clicked on it and accepted Li Beiting's transfer, holding her cell phone and smiling from ear to ear.

I don't know why, I just want to laugh.

At twelve thirty-five, the hotel doorbell rang. She jumped off the sofa with her cell phone in her arms, and walked towards the door barefoot on the carpet: "Song Cheng will be back so soon?"
Chapter completed!