"Say whatever you want. Qi Peipei grimaced at him, "Anyway, I must see the legendary third aunt tonight, the phone calls are all made in front of me, don't try to cheat." ”

Qi Jiahe frowned slightly, "What can I do if I see it?"

"I'm curious, I haven't seen a female chef yet. Qi Peipei's eyes widened and she looked at him in surprise, "You said that she is two years older than me, will there be a generation gap between the two of you in daily communication?"

Qi Jiahe looked at it slightly and ignored this question.

He and Shiyin basically don't communicate much, and they just say a few more words in the past two days, and they haven't even talked for days, how can there be a generation gap?

Seeing that he ignored himself, Qi Peipei didn't mean to ask the end, just raised his elbows and propped his chin to look at him, and sighed: "You have such a temper, can she stand it?"

Qi Jiahe flew towards her with a knife in his eyes, and mercilessly gave the order to evict the guest: "The words are here, you can go." ”

"What the hell. Qi Peipei's face collapsed, and he shouted: "Every time you come, you can't even say a few words and drive people away, I'm your niece, can you save me some face?"

Qi Jiahe signed a document without raising his head, "Go back and tell your eldest brother that the company is fine, don't bother him." ”

Suddenly, Qi Peipei pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled dryly, realizing that it was useless to stay here, so he got up and wanted to leave, and didn't forget to say to him before leaving: "By the way, my boyfriend will also go to tonight's birthday party, and he said that he wants to ask you for help with something." ”

Qi Jiahe lowered his eyes and flipped through the documents, and his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest: "Don't help." ”

Qi Peipei wrinkled her nose, showed a fierce expression and "hummed" at him, and whispered: "Grande!"

After speaking, it seemed that he was afraid that Qi Jiahe would suddenly make trouble, Qi Peipei hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran out of the office in a hurry.

The door of the office opened and closed, Qi Jiahe's movements paused, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and there was a little irritability between his eyebrows.

He wasn't afraid of taking Shiyin home, nor was he afraid that she would really sue Qi Zhengrong.

What he was afraid of was that the old man was old and his body was not as good as before, but he still had to worry about this little thing about him. Shi Yin seems to be a sensible person, and I hope she won't make a big deal out of the crowd.

If you don't like it, you don't like it, he can't pretend to do it, although Shi Yin hasn't done anything wrong, but he just can't be interested in her, and he even thinks that what she does is annoying.

He was determined that if Shiyin performed well tonight, he would give him face to play a wave of drama in front of the old man, and he would no longer criticize her in the future, and the past grievances would be written off, and it would be good to be a friend with a nodding head.

When this thought came to mind, Qi Jiahe himself wanted to laugh a little: When did he become such a generous person?

The person whom the old man hand-picked to marry him is neither a famous family nor a lady, a chef who is immersed in the smell of fireworks all day long, and has no expertise at all except for the spoon, which is not the type he will be interested in at all. But they really lived together, and the woman was called "Mrs. Qi", and she was unhappy on the surface, but she must have been happy in her heart.

And now, he actually began to seriously consider the matter of eliminating prejudices and living peacefully with her.

Qi Jiahe chuckled and shook his head, thinking: It was probably because he was too close to the woman, and his brain was also covered with lard.

He didn't think much about it, lowered his eyes and went on with the papers.

At half past two in the afternoon, Shi Yin asked for leave, went to the bank in advance to exchange and transfer the check that Qi Jiahe gave her yesterday to her bank card, and took a taxi to Xinmei Cafe.

The waffles here are very well done, and Shiyin likes to eat them. So it is natural that this place has become a place where their family of three often came when Jin Cheng was alive in the past.

A family of three.

When I think of this word, Shi Yin feels extremely ironic.

She and Shi Jincheng are the only two people who really regard Song Rong as their own family, and Song Rong has a little conscience, and she will not sell the house when Shi Jincheng's bones are still cold, and let Shi Yin live on the streets.

Now this "home" has long been shattered.

Shi Yin sat down by the window where he used to sit, pursed his lips and stared out of the window.

During this period of time, her nerves have been highly tense, on the one hand, she has to fight wits and courage with Qi Jiahe, and on the other hand, she has to deal with Song Rong's two-sided and three-faced, she is extremely tired, but she still has to barely hold on.

No one in this world can help her, no matter how many grievances and sadness she has, she can only carry it by herself, after Shi Jincheng left, she didn't even have someone to talk to. Xu Jiayi's own life is already a mess, and she is embarrassed to let her worry about herself anymore.

I don't know how long I was stunned, Shi Yin saw through the window that a black car was driving on the side of the street not far away, and it stopped steadily outside the café.

The car door opened, Song Rong got out of the passenger seat wearing a high-end fashion, bent over the door and said something to the person in the driver's seat, the smile on her face was a little too bright.

Shi Yin remembered the seasons, withering and rotting in the dirt.

It's time to find a new man, and that's fast.

Shi Yin's heart was cold.

Song Rong finished speaking, closed the door with a smile on her face, opened the door of the back seat again, bent down and took out a cardboard box from inside, closed the door and walked towards the door of the café.

Shi Yin watched her enter the door and walked straight in her direction.

The anger in her heart was almost uncontrollable, Shi Yin pinched her palms fiercely, and reminded herself to stay awake with pain, so that she would not directly pounce on her and slap her twice.

Sometimes Shi Yin hates her weakness and affection, if she abandons her feelings for Shi Jincheng, she can completely ignore Song Rong's threats, directly confront her in court, or fight against her.

Song Rong came to her with something in her arms, sat down opposite her elegantly, put the cardboard box on the table, and then spread her palm to her without saying a word, with an obvious intention, asking for money.

Shi Yin clenched the bank card in his hand, the thin card seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the edges and corners were a little awkward.

"Song Rong. She said, "You will be punished." ”

Hearing this, Song Rong raised her eyebrows in some surprise, "It's all this time, why are you telling me this? If I believe in cause and effect, can I still get to this point?"

Shi Yin's gaze fell on the cardboard box.

The semi-new carton is tightly sealed with transparent glue, and there is not a single cent of it, and the name of Shi Jincheng is written on the carton with a black marker, and the strokes are clear and serious, which is Shi Jincheng's handwriting.

It's really his relic, and even his handwriting has been preserved.