Lin Yanzhi's shy expression at the end was the most important finishing touch, and it could be expressed with a lively expression.

It was particularly expressive, not only describing his secret joy, but also his cheap feeling.

After he posted this in the group.

The silence lasted only for a moment.

Then, neither Xiao Li nor Zhou Yunxing could hold it back.

【Zhou Yunxing: Hahahahaha.】

[Xiao Li: Hahahahahaha.]

[Zhou Yunxing: It’s rare for Mr. Song to be so choked that he can’t say a word, but what does this period mean? 】

[Xiao Li: The full stop means that thousands of words are only in the heart. If you want to say it is powerful, it is still as powerful as a flower in the courtyard. 】

But as soon as Xiao Li said these words, the two people were immediately dissatisfied.

The former is Lin Yanzhi who is slightly unhappy——

[Lin Yanzhi: Who are you talking about? Do you want to die? 】

The latter is the slightly aggressive Song Qishen——

【q:zhi zhi?What are you shouting?】

[Lin Yanzhi: Oh.]

【Zhou Yunxing: Oh.】

[Xiao Li: Oh.]

......oh!

So even repeated overtones won’t work, right?

Where did Song Qishen learn such skills in protecting his wife?

It caused great discomfort to everyone.

[Lin Yanzhi: You bitch, that’s my nickname. Do you want to do something special or mess with me? Let me tell you, there’s no way! 】

[Xiao Li: Why didn’t I know you had this nickname? 】

[Zhou Yunxing: What do you know? Yingying is still Yanyan, why don’t you just call him this, it’s just a petty thing.]

[Lin Yanzhi: Is this the point? Isn’t it Song Qishen, a double-standard guy?]

Lin Yanzhi clung to this topic, and then followed his own wish, overcame all difficulties, and carried out an all-round crusade against Song Qishen, as well as 365 degrees of criticism without blind spots.

The messages that pop up in the WeChat group and fill the entire screen are all messages from Lin Yanzhi.

His hands cramped even as he typed, but he was surprised to find out.

Song Qishen was as silent as a corpse.

I didn’t even have the luxury of a full stop.

Nothing was sent.

After a few seconds, no matter how slow he was, Lin Yanzhi discovered it.

It is not a matter of Song Qi being indifferent at all.

(4/4) in WeChat directly changed to (3/3).

Song Qishen is so stupid! He has withdrawn from the group!!

Song Qishen logged out of WeChat and found that the world was pure.

At this time, Qianzhi sent him a little emoticon saying that everything was fine. He had to work later, so he didn't bother to go back. He clicked on the screen with his slender fingertips and saved the little emoticon.

Come down.

And about her internship under Lin Qinglai.

Song Qishen had no intention of mentioning it.

It doesn’t matter if you believe it or if you don’t want to mention it.

In any case, it was an internship opportunity, which was very important to her.

But not mentioning it doesn’t mean that everything has been let go so easily. It is impossible to turn over the chapter, but it is a bit annoying to keep holding on to it.

Everything should be done in a certain degree, and if you go too far, you will fall short.

Having a relationship like Lin's, someone who can look after and guide her, will be of great benefit to the little girl's future development. This is obvious.

Why not.

After doing this, the phone rang without warning.

Song Qishen glanced at the pop-up note and accepted it anyway.

"Hello?"

Song Qishen held a pen at his fingertips and turned it around boredly.

At this time, he did not continue to sit.

He just stood up straight, with one long leg half-bent, slightly leaning against the desk behind him.

In the afternoon and day, tall buildings stand tall.

The man's slender figure faced the light and faced the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of Song's house. There was light leaking in from outside, dividing his slender face into two halves that were either clear or ambiguous.

However, this situation could not last long.

The next second, the sound coming from the receiver of the mobile phone broke everything beautiful.

"Dear son!"

Mother Song's voice came through clearly and loudly through a layer of communication tools, as if the hands-free speaker was turned on.

"Mom." Song Qishen's tone was a little helpless.

"Your dad and I will be back soon. How are you? Are you tired lately?"

Mother Song said this with concern.

Song Qishen was about to reply, "It's nothing tiring," but before he could say anything, he was cut off neatly.

"We'll be back probably next week, which will only last about ten days. Remember to pick us up." Song's mother smiled and added without giving Song Qishen a chance to speak -

"Oh, yes, Mom also knows that you are not tired, haha. It seems that we have been playing outside for a long time this time. We are going back to Yincheng this time and plan to stay longer."

Song Qishen: "......"

He lowered his eyes slightly and thought carefully about the sentence "It seems to have taken a long time."

In fact, the Song parents have been traveling around the world since a long time ago.

They do not live like those wealthy families who only spend money and spend their whole lives fighting for power and property.

On the contrary, Song's father and Song's mother longed for and loved freedom.

But freedom is such a difficult thing to follow, and it requires corresponding time and energy. Song Qishen has been very independent since he was a child, which is very reassuring.

So to a certain extent, Song Qishen's childhood was similar to Qian Zhi's. He didn't have many parents to accompany him. The only one who taught him and treated him harshly and kindly was Mr. Song.

But due to his temperament, and Song Qishen's mind was less twisted, he never thought about it in detail.

So much so that when it comes to parents' company, they also hold similar views and don't insist on it.

Therefore, the relationship between Song Qishen and his parents is not too close, like clingy, nor too distant, like too cold.

Everything is just right.

Before Mr. Song's health completely collapsed, the administrative power of the Song family had always been tightly held in the hands of the old man.

Father Song only had a name and did not hold real power. Although Mr. Song wanted to hand over the Song family to him, Father Song had no such ambition at all.

Since Song's father doesn't want to, then the old man himself can't control it. Persuasion is useless, after all, his thoughts are not on this at all, and it is useless to tie him up with a rope.

In the Song family tree, including some cousins ​​and brothers, only the temperaments of Song Qishen and Mr. Song were carved from the same mold.

On the surface, it seems that the breeze is clear and the moon is shining, the clearer it is, the brighter it is, and it is very noble.

In fact, it's not the case inside.

The blood flowing in a century-old noble family is involved and hidden, and it is all engraved in the bones.

And every bit, every inch, is like the veins on a leaf. Although they have the same origin, they are different. The extended routes cover the wild, and they are born to plunder.

It is destined that he is the absolute controller on the highest platform.

Song Qishen also did what he believed in his series of plans, as well as his return to China to take over the Song family, and he was under control every step of the way.

Before him, Song's father had already given up the responsibility of taking on the Song family's business.

However, although the father and son have different ambitions, they have a good balancing effect to a certain extent.

Song Qishen didn't allow Song Qishen to think about it, but Mother Song's voice came from the other end and continued, "Actually, we also want to see Zhizhi when we come back this time. We hold our beautiful little wife every day, Song Qishen, you can hide her well!"
To be continued...