Father Song's expression was calm and cold.

He picked up his phone.

Call Song Yuyi's mobile phone number.

Put through.

"Yuyi, pass me Nangong Qingchen's mobile phone number." Father Song's voice is gentle.

"Okay."

In the mobile phone, an extremely cold voice came out.

It's like the extremely cold murderous aura of the 10,000-year-old cold mountain.

Penetrate the phone.

Kill all of them.

Nangong Canye's face changed greatly.

I couldn't help but gasp.

The heartstrings are tightened.

It's like just a flick and you're going to jump out.

Nangong Canye looked at Song's father's mobile phone dizzily.

phone screen.

A line of unfamiliar mobile phone numbers.

It's like a lead to chase souls.

Let her legs go limp.

There was an urge to run away if I wanted to.

Nangong Canye's face turned pale.

Nervous.

——

A minute later.

Song's father saw the message sent, and there was only a few lines of mobile phone numbers on it.

He picked up his phone.

Dial Nangong Qingchen's mobile phone number.

Put through.

"Qingchen family master, I am Song Shao's father." Song's father identified himself.

"Ah, Uncle Song!" In the mobile phone, Nangong Qingchen's surprised voice came.

Father Song smiled and said, "Nangong Qingchen, there is one thing that needs your approval. ”

"Uncle Song, you are serious, as long as you say a word, Nangong Qingchen will not give up when he goes to the soup." Nangong Qingchen's voice was surging.

"This matter is about Nangong Canye! The Song family mainly sees Nangong Canye. Father Song said directly.

"No problem." Nangong Qingchen agreed.

"That's all there is to it, Nangong Qingchen, I'll hang up my phone." Song's father hung up the phone.

Raise your eyes.

looked at Nangong Canye, whose face was a little weird.

"Nangong Canye, Nangong Qingchen has agreed." Father Song's voice was indifferent.

Nangong Canye had nothing to do.

Only nodding his head.

"Brother Song, I'll go back to country M with you."

——

M country, the top of the Tiandu Blue Mountain, Song's villa.

Song Yuyi reclined on the back of the leather sofa.

He single-handedly supported his forehead.

Holding a stack of materials.

Lightly scanned the information.

"Brother Yi, drink tea." Ye Qinqin held the fragrant tea she brewed and sent it to Song Yuyi.

Song Yuyi raised her eyes.

The beautiful phoenix eyes are full of tenderness and pampering.

Staring at Ye Qinqin.

He put down the information in his hand.

Pick up the fragrant tea brewed by Ye Qinqin.

Submit.

Take a sip.

"Qinqin, your tea-making skills have improved." Song Yuyi admired.

Ye Qinqin's eyes lit up.

"Brother Yi, really!"

She held her chin in both hands and sat in front of Song Yuyi.

Bright dark eyes.

looked at Song Yuyi with joy.

Looking forward to Song Yuyi's continued awards.

"Really." Song Yuyi nodded vigorously.

He elegantly drank the fragrant tea brewed by Ye Qinqin.

Place the teacup on the pale blue crystal coffee table next to it.

"Brother Yi, please comment." Ye Qinqin said with a smile.

Song Yuyi looked at Ye Qinqin with an excited face.

In a very serious tone.

Said seriously: "I like the tea you made for me before, and I like the tea you make now, so you have improved." ”

Ye Qinqin was stunned.

She looked at Song Yuyi, who was obviously confused.

"Brother Yi, your evaluation is really false." Ye Qinqin concluded.

Song Yuyi stretched out his hand.

Holding Ye Qinqin's hand.

"Qinqin, as long as you make something, in my eyes, it is excellent." Song Yuyi said seriously.

Ye Qinqin smiled.

"So, even if I make it like boiled water, you like to drink it."

"Yes." Song Yuyi nodded decisively.

Ye Qinqin narrowed his eyes.

looked at Song Yuyi.

"What do you mean, the tea I make is like boiled water." Ye Qinqin glanced at Song Yuyi.