Song Huanting drove to Song's house head-on, and she was mentally prepared to eat closed-door soup.

But unexpectedly, Uncle Song Zhongxiong and them seemed to know that she would come.

Instead of giving her a closed door, he politely welcomed her into the mansion.

When she came to the living room, Song Huanting found that only her uncle Song Zhongxiong and her third uncle Song Zhongping were there, and she didn't see her grandfather.

She didn't go around in circles with Song Zhongxiong and them, and directly explained her intentions.

She came here this time to borrow money from the Song family.

Song Zhongxiong smiled and said, "Xiaoting, I can't write two Song characters in one stroke." It was the old man's intention to drive you out of the family at the beginning. In my heart, I still treat you as a niece. ”

"As for you talking about borrowing money, it's not a big deal."

"But as soon as you open your mouth, you will ask for 200 million, our Song family's company has suffered serious losses recently, and we really can't take out such a large sum of money."

Song Huanting has a certain psychological preparation for her uncle's reply.

The uncle didn't sneer at her as usual, she already felt that it was very polite.

She smiled forcefully and said, "I also know that it is presumptuous to borrow such a large sum of money, and I came here in desperation." Since you don't have any money, uncle, then I can't do it, thank you for your hospitality, I'll leave first. ”

Song Zhongxiong stopped Song Huanting: "Wait a minute! ”

Song Huanting asked suspiciously: "Uncle is still in trouble?" ”

Song Zhongxiong said with a smile: "Our Song family has no money to lend you, but someone has money to lend you, and as long as you open your mouth, he will definitely borrow it." ”

Song Huanting was stunned: "Who?" ”

Song Zhongxiong smiled mysteriously: "That person happened to be a guest at our Song family's mansion today, and he is now in my study on the second floor." If the niece you want to know who he is, you can go upstairs to meet him yourself. ”

Song Huanting hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay!" ”

With that, she prepared to walk towards the stairs.

But Ge Meimei, who was beside her, stopped her and said: "Whether this distinguished guest is in a meeting or talking about cooperation, he has a habit and doesn't like to be disturbed by a mobile phone call halfway." You can go upstairs, and leave your phone or something here. ”

Song Huanting handed the handbag containing the mobile phone to Ge Meili, and then went straight upstairs.

At the door of Song Zhongxiong's study, there were two bodyguards.

When one of the bodyguards saw Song Huanting, he opened the door and stretched out his hand to ask, "Miss Song is here, please come in." ”

Song Huanting frowned and walked into the study.

Then I saw that on the office chair behind the desk in the study, a man with a gloomy breath between his eyebrows was holding a glass of red wine, looking at her with a smile.

Song Huanting didn't recognize this person, and asked suspiciously, "May I ask who you are?" ”

The man smiled evilly: "My name is Zhu Jiuling, the eldest young man of the Zhu family, one of the four court pillars in Jiangnan." ”

Song Huanting has heard of the Zhu family, and the Zhu family is considered a wealthy family in the entire south, with huge influence.

I didn't expect this person to be the eldest young master of the Zhu family!

Song Huanting looked at Zhu Jiuling suspiciously: "I am not related to Zhu Dashao, why did my uncle say that as long as I am willing to talk to you, you originally intended to lend me money?" ”

Zhu Jiuling's eyes were like hooks, browsing up and down on Song Huanting's slender figure.

He said with a smile: "Because I have a crush on you!" ”

Song Huanting's face changed drastically, her face sank, and she said coldly: "I'm sorry, I'm not a woman who sold myself for money, you found the wrong person, say goodbye!" ”

After saying that, she turned around and left, but when she walked to the door, she found that the door could not be opened, and it was locked from the outside.

Her face turned pale, and she turned her head to look at Zhu Jiuling in horror: "You-"

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