Song Yang sent Qin Mengyao, who was in a good mood, downstairs, but this time she didn't let him go up, and Song Yang was a little disappointed.

When he waved goodbye, he remembered one thing, "The Ai reporter from the evening newspaper said that I will have dinner with you tomorrow night, discuss the details of the draft, and see if you have time to ......"

Qin Mengyao seemed to have no intention of staying, "Okay, you can set a location and tell me......"

She hurried into the elevator.

"Song Yang, this matter is still a little troublesome, the guy we caught Qian Xiaogui, twenty-one years old this year, is really a college student, a student of the history department of the University of Television, the problem is that he is a big man in the Jinling cultural relics industry, rich and rich, several of the largest shops on the cultural relics street are opened by his family, and he is still a deputy to the Municipal People's Congress, and he found the leaders of the bureau by phone...... He expressed his hope to apologize and give a financial compensation of 200,000 yuan, as if it had never happened...... Of course, if you are willing to deal with it in this way, I will notify the police station to release the person. If you don't want to, you don't have to care about the leader saying hello, anyway, the evidence is ironclad......" Ye Zi's phone.

"In this case, I'll still ask her opinion, after all, she is the ...... person concerned"

“…… Since this is the case, then forget it, there is no need to let Officer Ye offend people, money is a trivial matter...... Anyway, I didn't get hurt...... "Qin Mengyao has a good heart, and she always thinks about others first.

"Okay, then it's decided, the characters on this kind of cultural relics are all black and white, and it's better not to mess with it or not. But the big boss wants to apologize for dinner, I don't have to pay for it tonight, I'll pick you ......up at that time," Song Yang joked.

Since she doesn't have any pimples in her heart, more things are better than less, and some people can't afford to provoke them, so try not to provoke them.

Qin Mengyao hurriedly walked out of the radio station building after getting off a program in the afternoon, condescendingly, but she didn't see Song Yang's shadow, so she stomped her feet angrily, and scolded Song Yang in her heart.

I was about to take a taxi, but the phone rang suddenly, and I heard Song Yang say calmly: "I arrived at the Drum Tower Roundabout, wait for me downstairs at the radio station, and I'll be there in three minutes!" ”

Qin Mengyao was secretly surprised, how could she arrive so quickly and drive? It's not that Song Yang can't afford to buy a car, but he can't drive it, and he doesn't have a book.

But at this moment, a brand-new Jincheng motorcycle roared outside, black and unrestrained, and full of domineering, the latest luxury model of local Jincheng.

Taking off the silver quilt gray helmet, Song Yang smiled and landed on his feet on the ground, making a "please get in the car" posture.

She smiled at the sight of this cool motorcycle.

"It's been a long time since I've been on a motorcycle, you bought a new one, it's a bag!" She hesitated, but still stepped forward and hugged Song Yang's waist.

"Novice on the road, Sister Qin, you can hurry...... Anyway, I don't have a girlfriend, I'm full by myself, and the whole family is not hungry! ”

When stepping onto his back seat, her movements were a little stiff and rusty, her center of gravity was unstable all of a sudden, and her body pressed heavily on his back, and Song Yang felt the plump but soft elasticity. THEN, HE AND HER D CUP WERE SEPARATED BY HER CUCCI BAG.

After all, it was a beautiful host, and Song Yang didn't dare to make a fool of himself, so he drove slowly.

According to the location prompted by Ye Zi's text message, Song Yang and Qin Mengyao came to a luxury bag on the third floor of a hotel near Xinjiekou Square.

As soon as he pushed the door in, a middle-aged boss with a big belly and fat immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, and wanted to come up to shake Qin Mengyao's hand, Song Yang took the first step and said first: "You must be the big boss of Qian, Jiu Yang!" Long admiration! ”

Song Yang first pushed the main boss of today's bill, the big boss Qian, to the main position, and took the time to glance at it, there was a young woman standing next to the table, I couldn't tell whether she was twenty-five, six or thirty years old, tall, convex and backward, wrapped in a tight waist short skirt, and her cloud-like hair partially covered half of her pretty face as white as snow, half of her jade arms like spring onions, and she was restlessly exposed to the air, adding a bit of charming temptation.

Wrapped in a black tights, there is a curved full and perfect chest, which rises and falls slowly with breathing, so that every man can't help but want to reach out and feel the softness and fullness of the towering peak.

If you only use two words to describe it, it is "sexy", and it is very "sexy".

The woman held a newspaper in her hand, smiled at Song Yang, and stretched out her hand to the left of Boss Qian, meaning to invite Song Yang to sit, Song Yang sat down unceremoniously, and pulled Qin Mengyao to sit on his left hand.

The sexy woman sat down next to Boss Qian, and Qian Fugui's hand casually touched her black stockings thigh.

"Song Yang," Qin Mengyao said with a decent smile, "Mr. Qian, this is Song Yang from High-Flyer Psychological Counseling Center, a famous doctor of psychology......"

Qian Fugui couldn't help but jump out of the corner of his eyes, he already knew that this time his son was planted in the hands of this person named Song Yang, and he thought it was Qin Mengyao's boyfriend just now, but he quickly concealed his unhappy look.

"Who doesn't know Jinling now, there is a detective, it should be Dr. Song, you......"

"Everywhere, it's all the media's love, it's a small thing, it's not enough to worry about!" Song Yang modestly conceded.

"Long up, long back!" Qian Fugui turned his head and said to Qin Mengyao, "Host Qin, I like your show so much, I am your loyal listener, for many years, unless there is something, I listen to it almost every day......"

"Really, that's my pleasure!" Qin Mengyao smiled like a flower.

"Damn, this mouth in the cultural relics business can really speak, people don't talk like dogs, and they don't brag about drafts......" Song Yang was not angry.

The door was pushed open again, and Jin Xiaopang, who was waiting outside, led reporters Zhang Liang and Ai Meijing in.

The two people in the back held hands, one was a personable young man proudly, and the other was beautiful, not to mention literary talent, and she was really a talented woman. Song Yang mentally exclaimed!

Qian Fugui and the sexy woman couldn't help but look at Emie Jing a few more times.

The weather was still relatively hot, and when Ai Meijing sat down and took a sip of water first, Qin Mengyao began to introduce her, "This is Ai Da reporter, the chief writer of the Jinling Evening News Channel...... She turned around and introduced Boss Qian to Ai Meijing, Ai Meijing just smiled and nodded in greeting, but Zhang Liang couldn't wait to come over and hand over the business card, and also put a business card on the sexy woman.

Song Yang introduced to Boss Qian, "These two young talents are Mr. Jin and Mr. Zhang, Zhang is always a god like Buffett, and his future achievements will not be inferior to ......."

Qian Fugui immediately stretched out his hand and shook Zhang Liang tightly, who was still standing next to him, "Fortunately, fortunately, they are all young talents......

Ai Mei sat quietly next to Qin Mengyao, and Zhang Liang sat down with a sexy woman.

The sexy woman seemed to be more interested in Song Yang, looked at him silently, and then looked at Qian Fugui with a spring breeze, and said, "Mr. Qian, can you serve food now?" ”

It looks like they've already ordered the food.

"Come on! Let's go! Oh, let me introduce, this is my assistant Miss Ji Rumeng, Miss Ji is also a top student, and versatile, graduated from Jinling University of Finance and Economics, just graduated and spent a year in the New Silk Road Model Company, and is also a flower of our company......"

"Mr. Qian, don't make fun of me." Ji Rumeng said with a smile, got up and went to greet the waiter to prepare the food.

Assistants, assistants, and beautiful female assistants generally end up living in the boss's bed, and this one is probably no exception. Song Yang's observations are very detailed and accurate.

The dishes came up quickly, the cold dishes were mainly Cantonese seafood, and the nourishing and healthy soup came up first, which was very good for the appetite of the ladies, and the women's dishes in the back also accounted for half, which seemed to have been carefully prepared.

"Come prepared, you won't have bad intentions towards Qin Mengyao, Xiaomi, it's up to you to ......," Song Yang said in his belly.

After three glasses of wine, Qian Fugui's enthusiasm for Song Yang rose sharply.

"Ah, Dr. Song, I'm sorry, I've been talking to Lord Qin just now, I won't snub you, tonight, tonight, Xiao Ji, you are in charge of Dr. Song's drinking and fun, but you can't snub Dr. Song...... This time it's really my son who is too disagreeable, Lord Qin can forgive my son a lot, I admire this kind of open-mindedness, ordinary men don't have such a big belly, and fortunately, Dr. Song let him stop the precipice......"

As he spoke, he looked at Song Yang with a look in his eyes, meaning to let Song Yang change positions with him.

Song Yang snorted, pretending not to see Qian Fugui's lurking eyes.

Qian Fugui was very helpless, seeing that Song Yang had no intention of giving up his position, the words went out again, so he could only stand up and change seats with the sexy woman.

Zhang Liang and Qian Fugui sat together.

Qian Fugui began to praise Ai Mei Jinglai again, "Editor-in-Chief Ai ......"

Ai Meijing hurriedly stood up and explained: "I am the assistant to the editor-in-chief, not the editor-in-chief, Mr. Qian, don't let me make a big mistake, if our editor-in-chief hears it, it will be a big deal." ”

"The assistant to the editor-in-chief and the editor-in-chief are similar, almost, almost, hehe...... Qian Fugui smiled awkwardly, "On the way over just now, I just saw the headline written by reporter Ai Da, the haunted house fire case, that haunted house, it's really a haunted house, it's a pity that there are so many real works, and I have dealt with the owner once or twice...... It's so well written! ”

"Thank you, thank you!" Ai Meijing stood up and took a sip, people praised her masterpiece so much.

"What haunted house fire?" Song Yang asked curiously.

"Today's Jinling Evening News headlines are very interesting, and Reporter Ai writes very vividly...... "The sexy woman handed over the newspaper sitting under her buttocks.