In the president's office on the top floor of the headquarters of Media Asia Group, Huo Heng sat at his desk approving documents and contracts, his light-colored shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a small piece of skin, and Song Ci was lying lazily on the sofa playing mobile games.

Huo Heng looked up at Song Ci who was playing games on the sofa, his eyes were smiling, and the years were quiet.

At this moment, Song Ci's mobile phone rang at an inopportune time. Frowning, the game was suddenly interrupted, Song Ci was a little anxious, "What's wrong." ”

Hearing the girl's slightly impatient voice, Old Man Song was stunned for a moment, and asked softly, "Tomorrow is my birthday banquet, haven't you forgotten?"

"Well," Song Ci was lying on his back, and he glanced at Huo Heng, who was engrossed in approving the documents, and his mood relaxed a little, "What time is the banquet?"

"Eleven twenty-eight, in our Song Mansion, you come back early. "Old Man Song is afraid that Song Ci will forget or don't want to come back.

Old Man Song instructed a few more words before hanging up.

Steward Song, who took the plane back to Song's house in Kyoto yesterday, looked at Old Man Song worriedly, "The eldest lady won't agree." ”

"She can't be willful in this matter," Old Man Song's face was full of resoluteness and determination, "The Song family can't fall into the hands of Song Zhengquan, so Tang Ge is also worthy of Qin Xiaoshao? Marriage with the Qin family can only be small words. ”

Steward Song sighed secretly, it is because you always make decisions without authorization, from the eldest lady who died at the beginning to the current eldest lady of Song Ci, you have not asked for their opinions, and you insist on going your own way, so the eldest lady will die young, so the eldest lady will be indifferent and ruthless.

But he couldn't say that the older Old Man Song gets, the more arbitrary he becomes.

I don't know where the grandparents and grandchildren will go in the end, after all, Miss Song Ci and Miss Song Ci are not the same kind of people at all, and Miss Song Ci's personality is more indifferent, and she is more indifferent to human feelings.

Song Ci, who hung up the phone and was stunned, didn't notice that his Uncle Huo had stopped the work at hand, Huo Heng sat next to Song Ci, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You won't take me there?"

Song Ci came back to his senses, and consciously moved towards the sofa to make Huo Sanye sit more comfortably, before replying: "Don't go on this occasion." She pondered that Old Man Song's birthday banquet would most likely die.

Huo Heng was a little displeased, and stared at the girl with heavy eyes, "As a junior, you still have to participate, not to mention your grandfather's birthday banquet." ”

"Next time, he has a bad heart. Song Ci, who was lying down, felt a little uncomfortable, half sat up, and leaned lazily on the armrests of the sofa.

"Brother Song," the man called out to her in a calm voice.

The girl subconsciously said "Huh?"

"When are you going to take me to see my parents?" Huo Heng stepped forward, supported the girl with both hands, trapped the girl between his arms, and asked in a low voice.

Song Ci twisted his head unnaturally, "When things are almost settled." "My heart was throbbing, and my breathing slowed down unconsciously.

Huo Heng stared at the girl's delicate and flawless side face, looked at the tips of her slightly reddened ears, and laughed in a low voice, "I'll wait for you." After saying that, he leaned forward and kissed the traces left by the previous two days, reverent and palpitating.

Song Ci felt the warm breath fluttering on his neck, and then there was a warm touch, with a little coolness, frowned slightly, gently pushed him, and muttered, "I will go back to Song's house tomorrow." ”

The man's lips left the bright red skin, all the way up, gently pinched the woman's small and delicate earlobe, and whispered softly in the woman's ear: "Brother Song, I want to kiss you." ”

The girl's eyebrows and pasta were like peach blossoms, the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, and her breathing was unsteady. The voice was lingering.

When Song Ci felt that she was about to suffocate in this long seductive kiss, Huo Sanye finally left her lips with kindness.

The third master's Adam's apple rolled a little, and he stepped forward again.

Raising her eyes again, the girl's charming peach blossom eyes were slightly raised with infinite charm, her lips were crystal clear and a little seductively red and swollen, and her fair and translucent cheeks were flushed with emotional pink, Huo Heng stared at the girl with calm eyes and obscurity, and he almost didn't hold it.

It was reason that called him back, he couldn't be nice to Song Ci in the office, it didn't respect her. Even though he didn't know when the next time Song Ci would take the initiative, he would wait.

Song Ci buried his head in the man's arms, the tip of his nose surrounded the man's domineering and clear breath, and the man's hand patted the girl's back in an orderly and gentle manner, helping her ease her emotions.

Huo Heng was a little apologetic, "I didn't control it," Fang was distracted for a moment, and the kiss was a little heavy, and he didn't slow down until Song Ci snorted lightly.

The girl buried in Huo Heng's arms shook her head slightly, "Pay attention next time." Song Ci thought about it for a long time and still complained.

Huo Heng laughed softly and coaxed: "Okay, I'll be lighter next time." ”

This is the first time in twelve years that Huo Sanye has been so satisfied, he is holding the girl he has been thinking about for twelve years, and now he is his wife, the person he has been hand in hand for a lifetime. She must also love him, but she doesn't understand it yet.

It's okay, I can teach you.