Stacking the cloth on his arms and hugging it, Yin Qianhe hurried home. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info was in a hurry because he wanted to get home early, and he inadvertently collided with a passer-by, and he was knocked backwards, and the cloth in his hand also fell two horses.

The other party immediately insulted: "Which one who doesn't have long eyes dares to hit this son?"

Yin Qianhe stood still before he saw the person in front of him, and saw that he was dressed in Lingluo silk and satin, jade belt and gold ring, which should be the legendary gentleman.

However, since you don't pay attention to bumping into others, you should still have the basic politeness of apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I took too many things and didn't see Childe."

The man suddenly stopped being angry, and instead showed a kind smile, "It turned out to be a girl." I didn't check it at the next time just now, and I was rude to the girl, and I ask the girl to forgive me. ”

The man's mouth was apologetic, but his eyes kept swimming around Yin Qianhe's body. Although his delicate three-dimensional facial features and those peach blossom eyes that seemed to be drunk were very charming, his eyes were quite frivolous, as if he was discharging. Yin Qianhe was extremely uncomfortable. It seems that this man is not only a gentleman, but also a swinger among the gentlemen.

Yin Qianhe didn't want to talk to him more, so he bent down to pick up the cloth that had fallen on the ground. But the man took the initiative to not only pick up the cloth before her, but also dusted it off before returning it to her. She took it and thanked him.

The man smiled, "Girl, don't thank me. If the girl is willing to tell her name, it will be an honor. ”

And ask for the name? Is this a pick-up? No, it should be called molesting a good woman. The first thing that appeared in Yin Qianhe's mind was the image of Ximen Qing.

"Could it be that this is the official of Simon?" Yin Qianhe asked with a smile.

The man naturally didn't understand what she meant, he only saw Yin Qianhe smiling like a flower, and thought that he had succeeded in "accosting".

"I'm afraid that the girl is mistaken, and her surname is Song, not Ximen. But if the girl likes it, it doesn't hurt to call me Ximen Official. ”

Yin Qianhe immediately put away his smile and spat on the man fiercely: "Phew, your surname is Ximen, this girl is not surnamed Pan, you have found the wrong person."

After speaking, he pushed the man away with a pile of cloth in his hand, and walked away with his steps.

The man staggered and almost fell, but when he stood firm, Yin Qianhe had already run three feet away. He was stunned and watched Yin Qianhe disappear into the crowd, and he was at a loss for a moment. He is the eldest son of Song Yunchen, who has a prominent family background and looks better than Pan An, but he was humiliated on the street, and it was a woman who humiliated him.

He hadn't been so vehemently rejected by any woman in years. No, it should be said that it is her blessing for a woman to be favored by him, even if she pretends to be dignified and demure on the surface, she should be snickering in her heart. He walks down the street, and how many beautiful girls want to secretly look at him. And this rude woman who didn't know the etiquette out of nowhere, just a little graceful, dared to do this to him. Isn't this a smear on his handsome face?

Song Yunchen came back to his senses from the surprise just now, and happened to find two young women peeking at him shyly. Well, no matter how unpleasant it is, you can't lose your beautiful manly demeanor. He straightened his robes, smiled at the two girls and nodded, and walked away. He didn't have to look back to know that the two girls were already crimson.

Yin Qianhe trotted all the way home, exhausted and out of breath, and as soon as he entered the hall, he piled things on the table, and he leaned on the chair to rest.

Yin Hongchang came out from behind and saw Yin Qianhe sitting crookedly on the chair, with one foot on the other chair, and the sitting appearance was really ugly.

"I said Qianhe, why is your sitting posture so ugly when you are a girl? There is no etiquette at all, how to gain a foothold in the husband's family in the future? ”

Yin Qianhe put away his feet and sat up a little straighter, and said, "Dad, I was almost molested on the street just now, and I ran home all the way in fear, can't you let me rest for a while?"

"What do you say? Have you been molested? ”

"Don't listen halfway to obedience, I'm talking about almost."

Yin Hongchang is not almost bad, he is embarrassed anyway, "Look at it, look at it." I'll just say that you have a girl who hasn't been out of the cabinet to do business, and she shows up outside all day long, so something happened. Did you know that the reputation of a girl's family is important?

"Dad, your daughter has been wronged outside, why don't you care at all, but blame people? Besides, even if you want to blame it, you should blame that indecent playboy. ”

"Hey, if you don't go out and run around, you're going to meet those people who aren't serious? I don't think you'd open this store, and there won't be any business if you open it anyway. Where do you say you got the weird idea, what kind of ready-to-wear clothes you sell, people who have money make their own, and those who don't have money can't afford it, who do you sell it to? ”

"It's okay if you don't let me do business, then you go and earn money to support me and Qianyi."

"Isn't Dad trying to figure out a way, this matter is in a hurry."

Yin Qianhe said coldly: "But I see that you stay at home all day and have nothing to do, and you have no intention of going out to earn money at all, and the money will not fall from the sky by itself." You can take some capital from Qianyi to start a small business. ”

Yin Hongchang saw that Yin Qianhe had become more and more disrespectful to himself since he was rescued from suicide last time. He didn't feel good in his heart, and wanted to establish his father's majesty, so he said with a straight face: "Qianhe, how did you talk to your father?" Have you forgotten all about the female virtues? Does the daughter have a role to play in the father's affairs? ”

Yin Qianhe shook his head, picked up his things and walked straight to his room. What else can she say to such a father? Not only do they not want to make progress, but they also don't listen to advice, so they really can't communicate.

Yin Hongchang saw that his daughter ignored him, stomped his feet and sighed: "What's wrong with this family? It's all changed! ”

Before Song Yunchen walked to the gate of the mansion, a little girl Chun Ming and Xia Huai ran to greet him.

"Childe, why did you go home so early today?"

"It was boring outside, so I came back."

"Didn't you say that you would go to Huaiyue Pavilion to find the fairy dance girl?"

"I was going to go, but suddenly I felt bored, so I didn't go."

Spring Tea and Xia Huai felt a little strange, in the past, Song Yunchen went out and returned home with a proud spring breeze, but today he looked depressed, as if he had something on his mind.

Xia Huai followed behind and asked, "Did Childe encounter something unhappy?"

Song Yunchen stopped and knocked Xia Huai's head with the folding fan in his hand: "Is it necessary to explain to you about this son?"

Xia Huai nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, the little one is too talkative." The little one just wants to share the worries of the son, and when he sees that the son is unhappy, the little one feels uncomfortable. ”

Song Yunchen smiled: "What are you uncomfortable with?" It's not that you've been humiliated by a woman. ”

"Ah......h

"What ignorant woman is so bold as to dare to humiliate you, Childe? Let the little one teach her a lesson. ”

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and put on a posture of going out to find someone to fight.

"Who told you to teach her a lesson? Okay, okay, don't follow me, I'm annoyed. ”

"Oh, yes."

How do the two little guys understand Song Yunchen's "injured" heart of a beautiful man at the moment.