What kind of evil can a puppy have?

Song Jingzhou didn't get up until he was sure that Yuan Ye was asleep, went to the bathroom to wash up quickly, and went to the parking lot under the hotel.

Uncle Liu had been waiting for him for nearly half an hour, circling around the car anxiously, sweating profusely on his forehead.

Finally seeing Song Jingzhou, he stomped his foot and hurriedly opened the car door, afraid of wasting a second of time.

"Ouch, my ancestor! You are finally here!"

Song Jingzhou smiled, bent over and sat in the back row, "Uncle Liu, you're a junior."

"You are my ancestor today! Mr. Song will be home in two hours, I hope we can make it in time." Uncle Liu prayed while starting the car.

Song Jingzhou was indifferent, "Don't worry, even if it's late, he won't say anything today."

Because there was a celebration reception in the evening to celebrate the successful signing of the cooperation project between Tiancheng Group and Shengyuan Group.

He has to play, so Song Zhoulin won't do anything to him.

"Ouch! You are also big-hearted, and you are not afraid that Mr. Song will settle accounts with you after Qiuhou!"

The smile on the corner of Song Jingzhou's mouth faded, and his voice lowered, "If he wants to hit me, he will always have a reason."

The inside of the car became quiet for an instant, and after a long time, Uncle Liu sighed and said nothing.

Song Jingzhou opened WeChat and sent a message to Yuan Ye, telling him that he had gone home, then opened the animal restaurant and got all the small dried fish that he could get, and finally clicked on the praying Samoyed twice, and turned off his phone.

It was only after nine o'clock when we got home, and Song Zhoulin hadn't come back yet, so Uncle Liu heaved a sigh of relief.

"Young master, you should rest for a while, I will leave first, so as not to be exposed."

Song Jingzhou poured a cold glass, nodded, and said, "Be careful on the road."

On Wednesday, Song Zhoulin called him and told him about the reception and asked him to go home this weekend. There was no room for negotiation, but he was just notified.

But when the news from Yuan Ye came, he still said immediately that he would go to the birthday party, and he also didn't discuss it with Song Zhoulin, because it was unnecessary.

Song Zhoulin would not agree, but if he did it secretly and pretended not to be discovered by Song Zhoulin, then Song Zhoulin would not say anything either.

The thing Song Zhoulin hates most is when others provoke him, but whenever Song Jingzhou disagrees with him, no matter what means he uses, he will break the latter back.

In fact, Song Zhoulin knew very well that Song Jingzhou didn't come home on Friday night. He could just look at the monitor or ask the nanny at home.

But as long as Song Jingzhou pretends to hide this matter very seriously, this will satisfy Song Zhoulin's desire to control and be surrendered.

As long as he thinks Song Jingzhou is "obedient", that's fine.

Song Zhoulin didn't come back until four o'clock in the afternoon, during which Song Jingzhou finished the project report, changed his clothes, and had his hair done.

The suit was just made last week, with dark blue stripes, which made him look even fairer.The suit was tailored for a slim fit and perfectly framed his lines.There is a red-topped crane brooch on the chest, which adds a touch of agility to the overall solemn atmosphere.

Song Zhoulin was very satisfied with his whole set, and couldn't help admiring: "As expected of my son, Song Zhoulin, how many girls he brought out to attract the hearts of girls!"

At the reception, people often praised Song Jingzhou as a talented person, exactly the same as Song Zhoulin when he was young.

He had seen photos of Song Zhoulin when he was young, and he didn't look like him at all, and luckily he didn't.

The reception officially started at [-]:[-] p.m., and the venue was chosen in a villa in the suburbs. The hall was resplendent and magnificent, with soothing cello music playing.

Everyone was laughing, the men were holding a glass of champagne and laughing wildly, the women were holding a small bag, covering their mouths and smiling coquettishly, they all knew how true or false they were.

Song Zhoulin was speaking on the stage, and beside him was Chen Yuanxu, the largest shareholder of Shengyuan Group, who was also Chen Yuran's father.

Song Jingzhou had heard two-thirds of the content of the same congratulatory speech at previous receptions.

The person who wrote the congratulatory speech to Song Zhoulin should resign. This level is not as high as when Yuanye was rushing to talk about reasons.

He thought again of that Friday night, Ye Ye looked at the ground and said, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight", curling the corners of his lips.

The little stupid dog is so stupid, he must not know the meaning of that sentence.

"Have you thought of something happy?" A crisp female voice suddenly came from beside my ear.

Song Jingzhou turned his eyes sideways, and only then remembered that Chen Yuran was still by his side.

"Nothing, just a few small things."

Chen Yuran could hear the refusal in his words, so he didn't continue this topic, and asked: "Jingzhou, did you enter Tiancheng directly after graduation?"

"My dad arranged it like this." Chen Yuran sighed, "My dad also let me enter Shengyuan, but I want to be a fashion designer... By the way, do you have any hobbies?"

"Shengyuan has a design department, maybe you can join that department then." Song Jingzhou said with a light smile.

He didn't answer the last question, and didn't know how to answer it.

He doesn't know if he has hobbies or not. He knows many things, such as fighting, Sanda, Taekwondo, calligraphy, piano, etc., but Song Zhoulin forced him to learn them. Maybe he likes them.

Song Zhoulin and Chen Yuanxu came down together and walked towards him and Chen Yuran.

Song Zhoulin glanced at Chen Yuran and said with a smile, "Our Yuran really grows more beautiful the longer we grow! Just now when Uncle stood on the stage, his eyes were always attracted to you."

Chen Yuran lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, and said embarrassedly: "Uncle Song is too good at complimenting people."

Chen Yuanxu patted Song Jingzhou's shoulder, and praised: "Damn, Yuran only inherited this face from her mother, so she took advantage of it. It's better to be Jingzhou, a good-looking talent. I heard many old directors say that their daughters are Want to marry him!"

Song Jingzhou: "Uncle Chen is absurd."

Song Zhoulin seemed to be serious and asked jokingly: "What does Yuran think of this kid?"

Chen Yuran was stunned for a moment, a blush crept up his face, he waved his hands lightly, and pretended to be angry and said, "Oh, uncle knows how to ask such questions! I won't be with you anymore!"

Then he left in a hurry.

Song Zhoulin gave Song Jingzhou a look, he understood, said "sorry" and went after Chen Yuran.

Chen Yuanxu smiled, and said apologetically: "I was spoiled by her mother, her personality is just like that, but her intentions are not bad, and she has no intention of contradicting you, don't mind."

Song Zhoulin waved his hand: "Little girl, she has such a cute temper."

Chen Yuanxu looked at the tall and straight back of Song Jingzhou standing in front of Chen Yuran comforting her not far away, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Jingzhou and Yuran are the same age, right?"

Song Zhoulin: "Yes, he was born in January, nine months older than Yuran."

"It's almost nineteen...it's time to think about marriage."

"Chen Dong means...?"

Chen Yuanxu toasted him a glass of wine, "It's all in the wine."

Song Zhoulin clinked glasses with him with a smile, and drank the champagne in the glass in one gulp.

"My father-in-law, please take care of me in the future."

***

Song Zhoulin was in a good mood tonight, drank too much, went back to sleep without even taking a shower.

From the words and deeds between Song Zhoulin and Chen Yuanxu when they left the field, Song Jingzhou guessed everything.

He was a little surprised, not that Song Zhoulin married him, but that he wanted to settle down so quickly.

He started attending receptions at the age of 16, and rented it out to the daughters of the chairman of the board of directors like a leased commodity, in exchange for bit after bit of benefits.

He knew he would eventually be sold to a merchant, but he had thought he would at least wait until the rentals were no longer profitable.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

At eleven o'clock at night, he turned on his phone.Every time he opened it before, there would be no news, because Wei Ziyue and the others knew that he would not return on weekends, but now he was sure that there would be unread messages.

[12:11 Yuanye: Good afternoon, I caused trouble for you and Wu Zhenyang last night. 】

[18:12 Yuan Ye: I have a gift I want to give you. I wanted to surprise you on Monday, but thinking about it, this thing is not a surprise, so I will tell you now. 】

[21:01 Wilderness: Good night. 】

Song Jingzhou knew that this "good night" was meant for himself, and Yuan Ye would never go to bed at nine o'clock, and he still hasn't slept yet.

He flicked his fingers twice and replied a message.

Yuan Ye was playing 1v1 with the music while practicing Fire Dance. When he saw the WeChat message popping up, he subconsciously wanted to swipe away, but when he saw the note, he jumped off the bed in shock.

He hung up the voice with Le Zaili, and hurriedly said: "Wait, wait, stop calling, Song Jingzhou sent me a message!"

Le Zaili: "..."

Angrily, he ran and kicked the grass.

[Song Meimei: What gift is it? 】

Yuan Ye subconsciously glanced at the small pot of sunflowers placed on the desk in front of the window, and smiled happily.

【Yuan Ye: Keep it a little mysterious, you will know when you go to school on Monday. 】

[Song Meimei: But I want to know now, are you in school?I will look for you. 】

Yuanye: "Damn it!"

Le Zaili, who was kicking the grass, was frightened and emptied his spot, rubbed his tortured ears, and asked depressedly: "Brother Yuan, what are you crying at night? The moon is full today, are you going to change your mind?" dead?"

Yuan Ye hurriedly got up from the bed, and hurriedly said: "Song Jingzhou is dating me now! I won't talk anymore, hang up first!"

Le Zaili: ...?

After the two of them slept in the same bed, their relationship developed so quickly?Are you going on a date night?

Yuanye's voice woke Ye Yilan up by howling, and she pulled on her slippers and knocked on the door.

"Your dad and I are living a good life, why are you howling in the middle of the night?"

Yuan Ye just changed his clothes, opened the door and said with a smile: "Mom, don't say such unlucky things at night."

Ye Yilan looked him over from beginning to end, "You want to go out so late? What are you doing?"

"I'm not full tonight, go buy something to eat."

Ye Yilan cast a glance at him: "Nonsense! The convenience store is downstairs, and you usually want to wear shorts. Tell me! What are you doing in such a good-looking dress! If you don't tell me, I'll wake your dad up!"

She made a gesture to leave, Yuanye grabbed her, "Hey, don't. It's Le Zaili, he came out all night, and then went to eat supper. I don't have enough money, so let me go get him."

Ye Yilan nodded suspiciously, "Oh, then go back early and be careful on the road."

"Yeah, got it." Yuanye hid the potted plant behind him, moved it out step by step, and hurriedly retracted it to the front in the corridor, and walked quickly to the entrance.

Ye Yilan always felt that something was wrong, she thought about it while walking, and finally remembered when she returned to the door of the bedroom.

"You don't have enough money, don't you know how to send him on WeChat! You have to go out..."

Turning around and looking, how can there be any shadow of the field in the house?slipped away long ago.

"Bastard!"