"Look at the contract and try to sign it today. Gu Jinyan sat down in the center of the sofa elegantly and calmly, raising one hand.

She paused, calmly took it, her eyes swept over his long, bony fingers, and began to flip through the papers quickly.

Xu is because of the sharpness of martial arts, she can feel the scrutiny around her.

"Does Mr. Gu always like to look at people like this?" There was a hint of lazy ridicule in his casual tone, like a cat's paw gently scratching.

It doesn't hurt, it's a little itchy, and it even tastes a little cold.

The two were not far away, and he moved slightly closer to meet her eyes. The cold eyes flickered slightly, and the voice was unhurried: "I didn't see the airport clearly." ”

There was not a hint of vanity in that gesture, and the gaze was naturally straight at her.

The different gray-blue eyes seemed to contain a pool of ocean, and a wave of ripples rippled through the light.

Song Qinghuan was also very calm.

Invisible contact lenses are specially customized for her by overseas doctors, and they are basically invisible to the naked eye, and the gray-blue eyes have no flaws at all. In addition, it is exquisitely born, both the outline and the facial features are relatively three-dimensional, and the makeup is deliberately and distinctly harmonized, almost no different from Europeans and Americans.

Look at each other.

The deep and blurry face in the memory was once again hit by the cold and dull 4D visual sense.

The narrow eye socket line is beautiful and sharp, and the dark eyes are extremely quiet, like a deep pool that can never fluctuate. Under the high and mountain-like bridge of the nose, the thin lips are gently pursed, calm and detached.

After a while, they all withdrew their gaze.

Gu Jinyan's expression paused, his face was still indifferent, and his voice was cold and a little indescribable: "I didn't expect Miss Qiao's Chinese to be so good." ”

Song Qinghuan's face was serious, and his breathing did not pause at all, "My father is a native of China." ”

After turning the last page, she basically made up her mind: "Sign it now." ”

"Are you sure?" Gu Jinyan was a little surprised by her efficiency.

Generally, whether it is a famous artist or even an amateur, he will be accompanied by an expert who understands the law to sign, read and change it a few times, and put forward some conditions before it can be regarded as a real sign.

She is so independent and cheerful, and she is the first.

"A little martial arts instructor. Song Qinghuan casually hooked the slightly drooping brown hair on his forehead, and the corners of his lips were slightly sarcastic, "It's not worth it, Mr. Gu, to bother me so much." ”

Gu Jinyan glanced at her deeply, and let out a vague breath from his nose, as if he was laughing.

He directly picked up the pen and signed it in the contract column, and handed it to her, "Happy cooperation, my assistant will handle the rest." ”

As if in a hurry, he got up neatly and walked past her.

Song Qinghuan also got up and stepped forward, hurriedly walked from the edge of the teacup, the edge of the cup slipped to the ground, and fell to pieces, she dodged, and happened to bump into Gu Jinyan.

"Sorry, gaffe. It was close, and she smiled awkwardly at him, and the pear vortex seemed to loom.

Gu Jinyan's brows furrowed slightly, his dark eyes were waveless, he opened the door with one hand and walked out, his voice indifferent: "It's okay." ”

The moment the door closed, a sneer appeared on the corner of Song Qinghuan's mouth, and he easily shook the extra key on his fingertips.

This is a unique and custom-made sensor key that is commonly used for important door or safe locks. The dark black lines are also engraved with the logo belonging to the Xingchen Group, and the corner of the reverse side of the gold-inlaid is engraved with a capital "nine".

Gu Jinyan ranked ninth among his family peers, and showed outstanding IQ and ability in his early years, standing out among the younger generations and becoming the only heir of Xingchen Group. In recent years, the market value of Xingchen Group has soared several times under his operation, and it has become the industry leader.

If such a key is auctioned, the value can even be equivalent to a pair of antique calligraphy and paintings of the Tang and Song dynasties.

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In the hall on the first floor of Xingchen, Song Yazhi walked in with a group of teams, she took off her red shawl and threw it into the assistant's hand, and motioned to the agent with a puzzled look: "Who is that?"

The figure in the distance was already blurred, and the agent looked into the distance along her line of sight, and was speechless: "Beautiful martial arts instructor." ”

I always feel that this figure is a little familiar.

Song Yazhi pushed her sunglasses, her lips tightened: "To be the martial arts instructor of my new play, you have to let me see it first." ”

As he spoke, he walked forward quickly, blocking Song Qinghuan's way in the corner of the corridor, with a little arrogance and contempt in his eyes: "New martial arts instructor?"

Song Qinghuan's eyes narrowed.

met a "good sister" so soon, she was bullied by her a lot back then, so she naturally had to say hello.

Her red lips curled, and she looked puzzled: "Yes, you are ......"

The popular first sister was not recognized.

The girl at the front desk looked this way, smiling at the show.

Song Yazhi's face was gloomy, and she immediately shook her face: "I believe that the skin care products I endorse will be used soon, oh no......"

She sneered: "That's high-end goods, and ordinary people can't afford to use them." ”

She has seen a lot of such mixed-race women in the stars, and there are a few who are not good at Jinyan, what if they are beautiful and charming, and she has not seen Jinyan take a second look.

She didn't believe that the heroine would be snatched away by such a woman.

Song Qinghuan took a step forward, raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and was full of momentum: "It makes sense, I saw such goods in several trash cans." ”

Song Yazhi's face was so angry that her face turned red, and her hand was about to be raised, but she was pulled aside by the agent and quietly appeased: "Hasn't Mr. Gu yet finalized the hostess?" Yazhi, you have a lot of things at home recently, don't make any extraneous troubles. ”

Song Yazhi's face turned blue with anger, and she gritted her teeth fiercely: "Wait, I won't let her go!"

She changed her words again, and said with a sneer: "My clan relatives are still surrounding the cemetery and refuse to leave? Isn't it just a big cleaning? Those ashes are gone, what is there to cry about!"

"Shhhhhh The broker reminded.

Song Yazhi snorted: "What are you afraid of, who can hear it when it's so far away?"

Not far away, Song Qinghuan's ears moved, his eyes flashed a little sharp, and he left quietly.

Nursing homes in the suburbs.

The patriarch of the Song family originally had high hopes for Song Zhijiang to succeed him as the patriarch, but since he was paralyzed by a stroke four years ago, the idea was abandoned.

"It's all the fault caused by that pickled evil obstacle, and he was so angry that he didn't say anything......!" The old man with pale white hair, sitting in front of the hospital bed, looked at the middle-aged man with dull eyes on the bed, his crutches were majestic, his eyes were red and resentful, and his lips trembled and choked, "My patriarch ...... In the future, I will not have the face to see the ancestors of the Song family!"

Li Shuyun stood aside, saw the man's eyes on the bed fluctuate, and the corners of his mouth were about to open, so he hurriedly stepped forward to gently comfort the patriarch, "Don't be angry, just let us handle the affairs of the cemetery, although Zhijiang can't move, but isn't there still me." ”

"Shuyun, you have a heart, it's not easy to take care of Zhijiang for so many years. The corners of the patriarch's mouth moved, and he sighed and got up, "In the past few years, you have often helped the agent in the affairs of the clan, and when the evil obstacle is caught, I will retire with peace of mind." ”

Li Shuyun's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly went to help, and sent him out with a smile on her face.

On the hospital bed, the man's eyes were glazed and reddened. His hands and feet trembled, and the corners of his mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a real sound.

In the sheep intestine path next to the fountain, Song Qinghuan saw the three-story building with white walls and red tiles, and said to his mobile phone: "I'm at the sanatorium." ”