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the Song family At the entrance of the villa, BMW mini and Sissy Song's BMW X almost arrived at the same time. I was wearing a sharp Brooni suit, Gucci tie, Hermes belt, Salvatore Ferragamo shoes, taming my unruliness, straightening my sturdy 1.82-meter body. Song Wanqing's gaze lingered on me for almost half a minute.
In addition to the poverty and listlessness in Feng Yun's eyes, brother is very stylish. Song Meimei leaned over and held onto my arm. If looks could kill, I would have died 800 times in the gazes of Sissy Song and Feng Yun.
Feng Yun A sharp glance came over: "Oh, you've chosen to live off a woman so quickly!" I didn't even bother to reply, just gave a look, and the beauty beside me rested her head on my shoulder. "Living off a woman is easy to digest." Song Wanqing lightly opened her vermilion lips, not even giving her a glance. In the first round, Feng Yun was defeated, looking pitifully at Sissy Song beside him.
Sissy Song He had a look that seemed to invite a beating, and casually said, "This outfit must have cost my family quite a bit, right?" I didn't bat an eye and raised my hand to look at the black water ghost on my wrist, "It's alright." Whether you like it or not, I'll take what I can get.
Feng Yun Obviously, it has also been carefully arranged, but the kind of humble appearance is ingrained in the bones.
In the second round, I still had the upper hand.
The butler stepped forward and greeted, "Miss, young master, the guests have all arrived, please come inside."
There are indeed a lot of people.
A middle-aged woman came up, looking like the Snake demon in Huluwa, her waist twisted almost like a twist, she looked up and down at Feng Yun and took a smile out of her pocket and hung it on her face, I have to say, it's quite forced: "Xiao Feng, right? My son Huai Ren has mentioned you several times. Finally, I've met you in person. You're really beautiful. Come, Auntie will introduce you to some guests." She completely ignored me and Song Meimei, needless to say, she's her stepmother.
With a stepmother, there's a stepfather. The obese Lao Song is chatting with several well-dressed men, pretending not to see the two of us.
Wealthy people don't necessarily have good character. I've seen plenty of people like that.
Xiao Song The beauty looked at me.
Without an introduction, I'll just pretend I don't know you, you cheap old man.
My eyes swept over, and I saw a group of successful men in their elegant attire running over. "Xiao Qin, from a distance, you look just like the future son-in-law of the the Song family!" Their voices were all upbeat as they each extended their hands one after the other. I smiled and shook hands with them one by one, "Uncle Cheng, hello," "Uncle Liu, hello," "Uncle Hu, hello"...
Lao Song still had an air of arrogance in front of me, "And who are you?"
Song Wanqing said softly, "Dad, this is the Xiao Qin I told you about. I brought him here for you to meet today."
The fat man suddenly looked as if he had just realized something: "Oh, is that so? What about your younger brother and your aunt..." He looked around and avoided the topic, clearly not prepared to give his daughter a good face. Not giving his daughter face is like slapping my face.
I couldn't say anything directly, but someone spoke up for me.
"Lao Song, your daughter and her boyfriend are here, please treat them well! It's a good match for your daughter to be with Xiao Qin." Uncle Cheng, who was speaking for me, gave him a way out.
"Uncle, hello, my name is Qin Zhijian." I took the gift from Song Wanqing's hand and said, "This is the tea from the mother tree on Wuyi Mountain, please accept it as a token of my respect!"
I handed over a very inconspicuous small package.
To those who don't understand it, this thing is worthless, but in the eyes of those who know, it is priceless, and the kind that money can't buy.
The fat guy just sniffed it on his face, and a smile piled up on his face: "You are thoughtful, you are thoughtful." Over there, the Snake demon is leading Feng Yun to verify the identities of the aunts and uncles of the the Song family, I'm not in a hurry. Song Fatty glanced at Snake demon, Sissy Song, and Feng Yun who were walking over, and casually asked me, "Xiao Qin, right? What are you doing now?"
Feng Yun answered quickly, "Uncle, he is my colleague."
Sissy Song also displayed a leader's demeanor, "Dad, this is my employee."
I didn't explain, but continued Feng Yun's words, "I used to be friends with Xiaofeng for a few years. Xiao Song loves to eat pumpkin pancakes in the morning and snail noodles at night... Little nephew, remember to make them for her every day!"
"I still love to eat Emperor crab and giant lobster, but can you afford it?" blurted out a blushing Feng Yun. The surrounding busybody women exchanged knowing glances and whispered to each other. This unexpected outburst exceeded Snake demon's expectations. She looked at Feng Yun with obvious displeasure and even gave Sissy Song a glare that seemed to say, "What kind of person did you bring here?"
Snake demonAnother question: These days, I will meet with you, Mr. Song, and your parents.
Feng Yun I must have told them that my family is from the countryside, while she is from the county town, and it's the county town near the provincial capital.
I told my old man that the girl's side wants to meet the parents, and his face looked as bitter as a bitter gourd: Is it fun for you to make trouble like this?
I said: It's quite fun, why don't you come and experience the world with me?
Dad gestured to Aunt Qi: Let your aunt handle it.
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the Song family Two cars, Lao Song and Snake demon in one, Sissy Song and Feng Yun in the other. Feng Yun knows I usually drive a Ford.
This is to give me eye medicine.
I made a call, and a low-key Red Flag quickly arrived.
The driver, with sunglasses and a white shirt, quickly got out of the car to help me and Wanqing open the door. He even placed his hand on top of it, ensuring that it was both proper and in place, raising our style by several levels out of thin air.
It's the peak of rush hour, the traffic light has turned green, but the pedestrian crossing is still crowded with people. The car at the front, driven by Sissy Song, is honking impatiently. The traffic police officer, with a blank expression, salutes and asks for the vehicle and driver's license. Sissy Song rudely interrupts, "My father is..." and before he can finish, the officer hands him a ticket.
Feels great.
When the green light turned red, the traffic police caught sight of our Red Flag and came over in disbelief to check. After confirming the license plate, they quickly stopped the normal traffic and waved us through.
Lao Song and Xiao Song were clearly nervous, but my driver stepped on the gas and charged ahead.
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