Your son-in-law is here

So Gong Qiuyang had no reason to refuse.

As for helping Yang Mingming avenge Zhou Yi, that was also connected, because he knew very well the purpose of Song Feilong asking him to bring Yang Momo over. It was impossible for Zhou Yi and Song Feilong in the middle without conflict. It could be said that killing two birds with one stone would kill two birds with one stone.

"Hello everyone, I'm Sein Feilong."

"You are all Qiuyang's relatives, that is, my friends. All purchases here tonight are free of charge."

"Hope you guys have fun."

Sein Feilong greeted everyone very politely. Although he meant that everyone should have their own way, after saying this, almost no one left. Some were nymphomaniacs and were fascinated, and some knew Sein Feilong's identity. Those who have the intention of making friends.

Although many people have noticed that this Song Feilong is likely to be Gong Qiuyang's invitation tomorrow, but for a person of this level, even if you don't know each other, even if you are familiar with him, there are many benefits.

"Thank you very much for the free bill, Mr. Song is so generous!"

"Such a great club, Young Master Song has so much to offer!"

"When I saw the driving skills just now, I thought it was a professional driver training, but it turned out to be Mr. Song. I really didn't expect it."

"I also want to play racing, but I don't know how. If Mr. Song can teach me, then I can wake up from my dreams with a smile. Can Mr. Song do it?"

Everyone was talking, and they were all kneeling down to lick Sein Feilong.

The latter smiled with satisfaction: "I'm exaggerating. Racing is just my hobby, not a professional."

As he spoke, Song Feilong took the initiative to walk towards Yang Momo in the crowd. Everyone followed him, and they were a little surprised that the two of them knew each other.

"Senior Sister Mo Mo, long time no see."

Song Feilong greeted Yang Momo. They were in the same university. Song Feilong was a few years older. At first, he pursued Yang Momo first, and then Lu Ruiming came out halfway.

The Lu family is much more powerful than the Song family, so Song Feilong had no choice but to withdraw. Yesterday, I heard that Lu Ruiming accidentally offended a big shot and was dismissed from his post by the head of the Lu family and was severely punished.

Sein Feilong was very happy, he thought the opportunity had come.

"Hello, Mr. Song, thank you for your treat today." Yang Momo said crisply, acting very naturally.

Sein Feilong waved his hand and said: "These are all small things. The reason why I opened this club is to connect with my friends. The most important thing is that you have fun. Which part do you want to play?"

Yang Momo looked hesitant. At this time, she definitely couldn't speak first, so that she could take the initiative.

Sure enough, when Yang Momo looked hesitant, as if he didn't know what to play, Song Feilong pointed to the racing track behind him:

"If you want to play with cars, I can teach you."

Yang Momo's eyes lit up: "Senior Song, do you want to play?"

Sein Feilong nodded subconsciously and said: "I have become obsessed with racing recently. I have been playing it these past few days, so I am getting started."

Just as he was about to invite Yang Momo to get in the car, the latter's words instantly solidified the smile on his face: "Senior Song, go and have fun. I don't like racing, so I won't bother you."

Song Feilong: "..."

Mud, if you don't play, I'm still playing with you.

But Sein Feilong reacted quickly and smiled again: "In that case, I wish you a happy time."

As he said that, he turned and looked at the others: "Who just asked me to teach her how to drive a car, and I happen to be free now."

Suddenly there were screams, and the young men and women of the Yang family all raised their hands to learn how to race cars. This kind of intimate contact opportunity is rare. Wait for it to be flattered and show off in front of Sein Feilong. It definitely looks familiar.

Yang Lingling was even smarter and ran directly into the car.

Only Yang Momo left here with Zhou Yi. When Song Feilong saw this, he gave the woman in a suit a look and then got in the car.

"Yang Momo is really ignorant. Mr. Song is determined to teach her how to race, but he still doesn't appreciate it." Yang Lingling looked at Song Feilong who got in the car with shining eyes, and then she couldn't help complaining to Yang Momo:

"She is pretending to be noble, but she is actually a green tea bitch."

Sein Feilong held the phone and smiled without saying anything.

After a while, Song Feilong still held the phone and continued to be silent, which made Yang Lingling couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

Aren't you going to teach me how to race? Why are you giggling while holding a mobile phone? You can't search for tutorials on Baidu.

So Yang Lingling tentatively said: "Master Song is going to teach me how to drive. What kind of teaching method is it? I'm looking forward to it."

Sein Feilong said without raising his head: "Do you have a driver's license?"

Yang Lingling didn't know what to do with her mind at this moment. She actually had a driver's license, but she was wondering if Song Feilong would teach her to be more careful if she didn't have one, so she opened her mouth and said:

"I don't have a driver's license, so I have to rely on Mr. Song."

Song Feilong looked at her as if she were a fool and said, "You don't have a driver's license? Then I don't dare teach you. It would be bad if something happens. You should go to a driving school and get a license first."

Only then did Yang Lingling realize that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed her words: "I said it wrong, I said it wrong. In fact, I have a driver's license. I forgot about it in the excitement."

At this time, the screen of Song Feilong's mobile phone suddenly lit up, and a text message was sent, the content of which was: "Ms. Yang went to the archery hall."

Song Feilong put away his phone, nodded and said, "Since you have a driver's license, what else do you want me to teach you?"

"Just drive and play by yourself, I have to leave beforehand."

After speaking, Song Feilong got out of the car directly, leaving Yang Lingling sitting in the car dumbfounded. What else did he need to teach him if he had a driver's license? This sounded reasonable, but something felt wrong.

Seeing Song Feilong get out of the car and walk hurriedly in one direction, the young people from the Yang family who had not dispersed quickly followed him.

There was an archery hall right next to the racing track. Yang Momo was attracted as soon as she walked out. At this moment, she was working hard to draw the bow and shoot an arrow. She was standing ten meters away from the target.

call out!

There was only a "whoosh" sound, and the light arrow hit the target, almost at the fifth or sixth ring.

Zhou Yi clapped his hands and said, "Not bad."

Yang Momo rolled his eyes at Zhou Yi and couldn't help but said: "Don't praise me too much. This is already the tenth arrow."

"Finally hit the target once."

Near the target ten meters away, many small arrows were scattered, which were Yang Momo's achievements just now.

"This is your first time shooting an arrow. It's already pretty good. It's just for fun. Don't take it too seriously." Zhou Yi said.

Yang Momo seemed to have remembered something and suddenly asked: "Cousin, do you know how to shoot archery? Why don't you teach me."

Zhou Yi was stunned. To be honest, he had never played archery much, but as a master, archery was child's play for him. He could shoot the arrow wherever he wanted, and he could shoot wherever he wanted.

"My skills are average, but I'm just teaching you..." Zhou Yi was about to speak when a loud voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Sister Mo Mo, what a coincidence, are you coming to the archery hall too?" Song Feilong walked over with an excited face, followed by a group of young people from the Yang family.

Seeing this, Yang Momo frowned and glanced at the woman in suit next to him, seeming to understand something.

……