Song Qiyu's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he pinched the steering wheel with one hand, and his bones turned white.

"I'll go back to the old mansion immediately, and you will summon Song Laosan back in the name of the old lady!"

"Yes, Master!"

After closing the line, Song Qiyu clenched his teeth, and a strong murderous aura burst out from his eyes.

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

Damn Song Qiye, he has a good calculation!

......

Suddenly, when Song Qiyu's white Infiniti left the hotel, Qiao Qing was still standing in place.

He pondered for a moment, but still dialed Wen Erhua's phone full of confusion.

"Mom, it's me!"

On the phone, Wen Erhua's voice was gentle and elegant, and he seemed to be in a good mood, "Call me at this time, are you back from Quancheng?"

Qiao Qing looked down at the cigarette butt in his hand that was about to burn out, and whispered: "Not yet, Mom, you tell me the truth, what was Song Qiyu looking for you last night?"

After speaking, the phone was unusually quiet.

"Mom, what's the matter, can't you tell me, or what kind of cooperation did you have with him?"

Facing Qiao Qing's questioning, Wen Erhua chuckled lightly after being silent, "You kid, what nonsense are you talking about, what kind of cooperation can I reach with him?"

is just a Song family in Quancheng, if there is no old lady Song, who will sell him face. ”

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

On the other end of the phone, Wen Erhua heard Qiao Mu's mind, she glanced sideways at Qiao Yuanzheng beside her, and the smile on her face was slightly retracted, "Xiaoqing, don't inquire about this matter."

In short, remember what my mother said, and don't get involved in the affairs of the Qin and Song families until the last resort.

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

Instead of worrying about other people's affairs, you should come back as soon as possible, your father and I are going to the company, so let's not talk about it. ”

Hearing this, Qiao Qing wanted to ask, but there was already a hung up tone 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 mansion, Qiao Yuanzheng held a cigar in his hand, and after taking a sip, he squinted at Wen Erhua, "Xiaoqing called?"

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

Qiao Yuanzheng shook his cigar on his fingertips, "You're also worried that Xiaoqing is going the wrong way, it's not a big deal." It really doesn't work, and it doesn't hurt if you tell him all. ”

Hearing this, Wen Erhua shook his head profoundly, "The reason why Song Qiyu came to me to ask about the past of the fourth child is that someone said something more.

He was in a very bad mood last night, and although I had little contact with him, I had never seen him so depressed.

Speaking of which, I still heard Qingqing mention the abduction of the fourth child.

But Song Qiyu came to ask again, in my opinion, what role did the Song family play in this, it is worth studying. ”

Qiao Yuanzheng reclined on the sofa, put the cigar on the edge of the ashtray, and lit it at her in the air, "You, they still prefer the fourth child!"

People like Song Qiyu don't have much skill and ability, and they all rely on the glory of their ancestors to go all the way.

No matter how much you talk to him, it's useless if he can't think of it himself. ”