Song Qitang looked at Li Guodong's radiant eyes, and suddenly his heart was cold, and the blood all over his body coagulated.

Her mind raced, and she finally remembered why she thought his voice sounded familiar.

——At the jewelry exhibition in Paris ten years ago, Song Qitang met him with his father.

"The Song family is bankrupt, the Song family tree is scattered, and I am just a common person begging for a living now."

Song Qitang didn't go to see Jiang Yanxing, his eyes were like autumn water, and he smiled calmly, "President Li, don't make fun of me." ”

"It seems that Miss Song is indeed in trouble now, otherwise ......"

Meaning to stop the end of the words, Li Guodong glanced at Jiang Yanxing, who had an indifferent face, and added with a smirk, "Chairman Song has also promoted me before, if you are in trouble, you can come to me at any time." ”

Song Qitang understood Li Guodong's subtext.

came to the point of falling into the dust, not only was life stretched thin, but also lost Song Xianyi's face.

Her face was pale, but she calmly walked to the coffee table, skillfully placed the fruit plate and dice, and her voice was light and delicate, "Sister Jiao told us to entertain well, I hope you can have a pleasant night." ”

Witnessing this scene, Li Guodong was quite embarrassed.

couldn't help but peek at the Jiang banquet, the man sat on the sofa, and Fei Erjiao smiled and snuggled into his arms.

Everyone present had heard a little about the first pot of gold that Jiang Yanxing had opened up the territory of his career, and Li Guodong pointed out Song Qitang's identity, so he naturally guessed their complicated relationship in the past.

Boss Liu was already very satisfied with Song Qitang, and seeing that Jiang Yanxing regarded her as air, Dai Jinbiao's hand grabbed her shoulder, and chewed the words, "It turns out that you are the Miss Song from Star City?" I have admired the name for a long time. ”

The two families of Jiang and Song have many industries and are tied for the richest man in Star City.

Song Xianyi almost did not allow any media to publish the news of his beloved daughter, and Song Qitang studied abroad when she was young, so few people knew her.

"You carry love." Song Qitang's lips were red and his teeth were white, he quietly avoided Boss Liu's touch, leaned over and picked up the sliced cantaloupe and sent it to him, "This is airlifted from the south." ”

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, there is a unique charm.

Boss Liu's eyes were obsessed, and he just wanted to continue to set up, when someone suddenly coaxed on the side, "Is it the rule of the Golden Four Seasons that the KTV princess has to toast the guests?" Boss Liu can't eat alone. ”

Song Qitang raised his eyes slightly, and the man happened to be sitting next to Li Guodong, with a good look on his face.

Receiving the light in her dark eyes, Li Guodong tilted his head and ordered a song as if nothing happened.

Everyone's eyes pressed on Song Qitang's body, and his chest suddenly hummed.

Jiang Yanxing glanced at her lightly, and then talked and laughed with Fei'er on the side.

Song Qitang silently straightened the hem of his skirt, really picked up the wine glass, and began to toast one by one.

Walking around the sofa, the woman's flowing skirt corners and smooth calves reflected Jiang Yanxing's pupils.

"Mr. Jiang, I salute you for this glass of wine."

Song Qitang drank a lot of red wine, his cheeks were dyed crimson, and the beautiful lights were beautiful.

Jiang Yanxing's half-drooping eyelids were lifted leisurely, and the outline was outlined more and more deeply by Lu Li's light.

He raised his eyebrows casually, suddenly slammed his empty wine glass upside down on the table, and chuckled, "Red wine is quite boring." ”

Li Guodong secretly rejoiced that he was right.

In the past, Song Qitang commanded Jiang Yanxing, greened him, and killed his little green plum.

Can Jiang Yanxing not secretly poke and poke her?

Song Qitang pestle Jiang Yanxing came to her, although she was standing, her momentum was far inferior to that of him Ling Han.

"When you first started in the industry, didn't anyone teach you how to play?" Jiang Yanxing raised his jaw proudly, "Red to white." ”

Song Qitang's fingers pinched the wine pillar tightly, her cold emotions poured into the misty deer eyes, but they were seductive, and after a while, the fingertips finally opened the cap of the liquor on the table.

Jiang Yanxing's legs were folded, and he leaned back lazily, watching Song Qitang pour a small glass of white wine into the goblet.

"Mr. Jiang," she raised her glass again, and the timbre of the soaked wine became soft, "I respect you." ”

As he spoke, he drank it all by himself.

The falling lights brushed Jiang Yanxing's sharp lips, he played with the wine glass with one hand and didn't drink it, squinting coldly, and the dangerous darkness was fleeting.