Song Qiqi glanced at him with an unhappy face, opened the door and walked out, at the same time, something was said in the miniature headphones worn by Chen Yanye, he breathed a sigh of relief, and let Song Qiqi leave.

took the elevator down, and Song Qi went to the first floor and saw Song's father waiting outside.

The temperature in Jiangcheng in March is still very low, because of the temperature difference between day and night, the night is especially cold, Song's father is wearing a long black down jacket, because of his perennial self-discipline, his figure is maintained very well, standing there like a young man in his twenties and thirties, tall and handsome, provoking others to review frequently.

This is her father, the person who provoked everyone in Jiangcheng when he was young, and there are many people who pursue him so far, as long as he is there, Song Qiqi is not afraid of everything.

The moment she saw him, Song Qiqi's eyes were red, and she almost had tears rolling down, she raised her head and blinked, forced the wetness in her eyes back, ran quickly to Father Song, raised her hand and naturally held Father Song's arm.

"Dad, why did you come here in person?"

Father Song looked at her carefully for a while, and only after finding that she had nothing to do before he said, "Do something nearby, come by the way, have you handled the matter?" ”

The sound is mellow and pleasant.

Song Qi nodded: "Well, I didn't drink much today, but the investment was not successful." ”

Song's father pulled her to the side of the car, opened the door and stuffed the person in, and comforted her: "If it doesn't work, it won't work, it's not that your project can't work, it's that they don't have a vision." ”

Song Qiqi burst into tears and smiled, she knew that what Father Song said was just to let her not have too much psychological pressure, but she really didn't care about the failure of this investment, and followed Father Song's words and said, "Well, they don't have a vision." ”

She fastened her seat belt as she spoke, and Father Song got into the driver's seat around the front of the car and started the car.

"Dad, I met Chen Yanye inside." The car drove on the road, and Song Qi turned his head and said to Song's father.

The latter drove steadily, and when he heard her say this, there was no surprise, "It should be here to meet the brand, Kingdom can meet many people, there are more opportunities, and it is not strange that he appeared there." ”

What Song's father said is not unreasonable, but Song Qiqi is still very suspicious that she came out of the box and saw Chen Yanye, it is too coincidental, Kingdom is as high as twenty-seven floors, except for the high-rise consumption restrictions, the rest can enter and exit at will as long as they have a membership card, so many floors, how could Chen Yeye appear on the same floor with her so coincidentally?

She thought intently, and Father Song interrupted her again: "Ono's studio has been successfully registered, and the work should resume immediately, he needs resources and connections now." ”

Song Qiqi didn't pay special attention to Chen Yanye's situation, and she didn't know much about what he opened a studio for.

In fact, she was still a little curious, so she took out her mobile phone and searched for it, and the search software quickly gave her the answer, and even the amount of funds she possessed was clearly written.

"Dad, did he look for you?" Song Qiqi looked at the information on the Internet and asked casually.

She is actually very curious about how Chen Yanye will continue his work after leaving SY, without the connections and resources that SY gave him, whether he can go further in the entertainment industry and even maintain his current problems.

"No," Father Song said, interrupting her thoughts, "There was an agreement on this when the contract was terminated, and no matter how mixed he got after leaving SY, he would not return." ”

It's quite backbone. Song Qi thought.

She put away her phone and looked ahead: "I hope he can do what he says, and if he can't do it, he won't pay attention to him if he finds SY again." ”

"Oh? Why? ”

Song Qiqi sighed, "Doesn't he always want to rely on his own strength to break out of his own world, then let him try, let him know that in the current society, it is not easy to do anything." ”

After hearing what she said, Father Song suddenly laughed, and he didn't know what he was laughing at, and when Song Qiqi went to ask, he didn't explain anymore, and prevaricated: "I remembered the painting that your mother painted before I came in the afternoon." ”

"What did my mom draw again?"

"Nothing, landscape."

Song Qi didn't ask, and smiled.

"Do you have anything you want to eat, Dad will take you to eat." Both of them were silent for a while, and Father Song broke the silence with a voice.

Song Qiqi raised his face to look at him: "Hmm...... I didn't eat a bite of the food I ordered in Kingdom today, and I was indeed a little hungry and wanted to drink porridge and eat a meatloaf. ”

"The meatloaf is too greasy, don't eat it at night, go and drink a porridge, just to warm your stomach." Song's father refused her invitation to meatloaf and drove Song to a porridge shop.

The place where they got off was near A University, and although Song Qiqi went to school at A University, it was the first time he went to the night market of A University.

Students who didn't have evening classes got together in twos and threes, or lined up to buy snacks, or just went shopping, and the short snack street was crowded with people.

Looking at the dense crowd that was almost shoulder to shoulder, Song Jiji refused.

Father Song, who obviously looks more like a person who doesn't eat fireworks in the world than her, is much more familiar with the road, and he drives in front of her and walks very steadily.

Song Qiqi followed, wanting to talk to Song's father, but there were too many people around, and Song's father couldn't hear her voice at all.

I finally got to the porridge shop, but it was already full of people.

Song Qiqi grabbed the sleeve of Song's father's down jacket, walked up to his ear and asked, "Dad, there are so many people here, why are you here?" ”

Song Qiqi was entangled and a little irritable.

The chaotic sound came to her ears like a bomber, making her mind chaotic, and even a little unable to think clearly, the more she couldn't think clearly, the more she hated such an environment.

Father Song gave her a firm look, "You haven't been here before, just taste it." ”

She never thought that Chairman Song, a business predator, would come back to drink porridge in such a place, and it didn't look like it was only once.

Song was pulled in, and the proprietress saw that Song's father came over with a smile and asked him what he wanted to drink this time.

Song Jiji's mouth widened in shock.

So I really didn't come less, and I got to know the boss.

Song Qiqi's hairy head emerged from behind Song's father and looked at them curiously.

"Yo, why didn't Professor Qi come this time?" When the proprietress saw her, she asked almost subconsciously.

Professor Qi is Song Qi's mother, who was specially hired to be an art teacher at A University because of her superb painting skills, and was promoted from an ordinary teacher to a serious professor within a few years.

According to Mrs. Song, this is requested by Song's father, saying that Mrs. Song is not only his wife, she also has her own identity and occupation, and calling her name is also to maintain her personality.

Song Qiqi has always felt that her father is very good at falling in love, very good at flirting with sisters, and he also knows how to love his family.

Father Song smiled kindly at the proprietress: "She's busy, so she brought her daughter over." ”

Song Qiqi greeted people obediently, "Hello Auntie, my name is Song Qiqi." ”

The proprietress widened her eyes and said with some annoyance: "Oh, it's my daughter, this is the first time I've seen her, why didn't you tell me earlier, I should have prepared a greeting gift, ah, you see that my hands haven't been washed, what can I do?" ”