The little girl looked straight at him, looking at him, as if she was thinking about his last words.

But who is Song Qishen?

The newly appointed head of the Song family, whether abroad or at home, or at the negotiation table, he can keep his face straight and smile, and no one can undermine his will. How powerful is the mask he wears?

Only he himself knows how to confuse people's minds.

Just like now, he let Qian Zhi look at him without any discomfort or embarrassment of having his thoughts read.

"elder brother."

"Huh?" Song Qishen put down his chopsticks not long after eating. When he saw Qian Zhi calling him this, he rolled towards Qian Zhi with his slightly sullen eyes and sexy nasal voice.

Qianzhi pounded the steamed eggs in the bowl, "Do you and Brother Qinglai have anything to celebrate?"

"Why do you ask?"

I don’t really have any festivals, but I’m not familiar with them either.

Because of his childhood experiences, Lin Qinglai was gentle and silent, but deep down he was tenacious, self-reliant and self-reliant, which was a completely different style from Song Qishen.

Song Qishen looks like a handsome young man, but he has had the temperament of a young master since he was a child, and he grew up surrounded by stars. When his sharp edge is revealed, he is like a sharp sword unsheathed, and he is stunningly talented and beautiful.

When they were young, the two didn't deliberately distance themselves from each other, but they didn't deliberately get close either.

Song Qishen didn't show it on the surface, but he also knew that Lin Qinglai really didn't want to deal with their group of people, and Song Qishen was not a good person. As a result, as he grew older, his contacts became less and less, and he only met in person.

It's just a nod to say hello.

Qianzhi was five or six years older than them, so she didn't know the twists and turns involved. She just said, "I see you mention him a lot."

In her memory, Song Qishen could think of Lin Qinglai all the time.

But leaving aside the most ridiculous assumptions, there should be nothing left but a holiday.

In Qian Zhi's opinion, the two of them either made a bet and Song Qishen lost.

Either they were having business dealings in the mall, and the two of them had a dispute, and Song Qishen was the one who had the upper hand.

Qianzhi can't think of anything else. For these two people, their imagination is limited to this.

"I mention it often." Song Qishen suddenly smiled, his peach blossom eyes were upturned, and his tone was frivolous, "Then, it shouldn't be a festival, right?"

With a few simple words, he easily threw the question back.

Qianzhi choked up inexplicably, feeling like she was too.

Did she think of Song Qishen as too much of a villain? If there really was a problem, he would have made it too obvious.

"That's okay too."

Qianzhi didn't dwell too much on this topic, she just asked on a whim.

After dinner, Song Qishen took her to watch TV on the sofa.

In fact, if he was really not busy, the two of them seemed to have nothing to say.

But this kind of nothing to say is only about interests.

Sometimes what two people like is not on the same level.

Just like now, the TV was showing financial news that she was not interested in.

And she was holding her cell phone in one hand and tightly holding Song Qishen's cufflinks in the other, playing with them silently.

Qianzhi became more and more absent-minded after finishing her meal, and was completely focused on her mobile phone.

Song Qishen noticed it, but he just didn't say anything.

To wait and see, you have to be patient enough.

Sure enough, when the financial news broadcast came round after round, Qian Zhi finally couldn't help it anymore.

The little hand followed his cufflinks and came to the arm.

Then he pinched it carefully, with a little force, and slightly.

Song Qishen then turned his face to the side, lowered his head and narrowed his eyes to look at her.

In my ears I could hear the pure English voice of the news host, and in front of my eyes I could see the unblinking gaze of the little girl.

Surrounded by glass windows that were wide open and transparent, welcoming the uninvited mist of night.

Deep and dark.

With a little bit of cold wind seeping in from the gaps, it is incompatible with the constant temperature in the room, making it extremely comfortable for ironing.

Song Qishen seemed to be bewitched by something. He lowered his head slightly and took a sip on the tip of her small, white and tender nose.

fleeting.

Qian Zhi felt a soreness at the tip of her nose, and the areas where she had been sucked were connected to her heart, as if they had been soaked in an old altar.

It expands and contracts again and again.

She felt this feeling was a little uncomfortable, and then pressed down with her fingertips.

"What's wrong?" Song Qishen saw her like this and was keenly aware of it. He probably felt bored.

So, he spoke again——

"Are you bored? Can I change the channel for you?"

Song Qishen said, preparing to find Peppa Pig's channel for her.

However, he was only halfway through his actions when he was interrupted by Qian Zhi's words.

"It's not that I'm bored, I just want to leave." Qian Zhi whispered.

This was the first time she felt so guilty in front of Song Qishen.

But no matter how guilty you are, you still have to hold it in and endure it.

"Going back now?"

He stood up from the sofa, straightened his back, and looked at her with lowered eyes.

Qianzhi began to pinch her hand and play with it, but tried not to look at him and nodded like a fool.

"Actually, it's not too late now. I'm going to see an old friend tonight. Do you want to go with me?" Song Qishen spoke slowly and extended the invitation.

"No way." Qian Zhi replied cleanly and without any thought.

When Song Qi met his old friends, most of them talked about work and business matters, so it was better for her not to go over and join in the fun.

But as if he could see into Qian Zhi's heart, Song Qishen then added, "Really old friends don't talk about work."

This means that taking her over to play is not just to listen to his work.

Even so, Qianzhi still refused without hesitation, "It's okay, you can go and see it yourself."

She responded too quickly, and after the air was stagnant for several seconds, Qian Zhi finally reacted belatedly.

Eh......?

Song Qi pursed his lips deeply, and when he looked at her from top to bottom, he had the innate aura of a superior person.

He was silent now, his eyes were locked firmly on her, and his eyes were filled with extremely calm emotions.

But these are not enough to scare Qianzhi. No matter how in-depth the exchange is, both of them have experienced it, let alone Qianzhi who can usually figure out his temperament.

She also stood up and took two steps forward to grab his hand.

Song Qishen didn't let her pull him.

Qian Zhifu pinched his arm again.

Song Qishen still didn't let her pinch him.

Qianzhi was also a little angry. If it had been when she first met him, she would never bother him again, nor would she persevere again.

But now is not the first time. Putting aside the previous calmness and reserve, she grabbed Song Qishen's sleeves, let her own will, and then swung it twice in the air. After shaking, she seemed to send someone away.

He said the same, "Then I'm really leaving."

As she said this, she grabbed her cell phone and prepared to walk towards the door. Before she could take two steps, her wrist was twisted, and then she was pulled hard and she was pulled back.

My back was pressed tightly against the transparent window. There was a layer of something similar to frost on the glass, and the temperature was transmitted through the cloth, bringing with it a chill.

In front of her was the shadow of Song Qishen's heavy nose.

Along with his chilling breath, they all came over.

Qian Zhi's lips were caught, and then her teeth were pried open.

The sobbing that followed, and the involuntary trembling on the back due to the coldness, were all caused by Song Qishen's hands being shackled and pinned firmly to the top.

He stopped all her attempts to escape.

When Qianzhi found the nightclub, she was half an hour later than the time she had agreed with Tang Jiujiu.

This Jinding restaurant is also available in Yincheng, but compared to the entertainment giant Z City, it is obviously not as lively.

The wealthy people in Yincheng keep their appearance low, without the bonus of entertainment industry factors, and they are deliberately isolated from the prying eyes of the media. In fact, they are much more low-key.
To be continued...