Chapter 191

Song muchu stops at the gate of a Sichuan restaurant and asks Qing Jiu and Zhao Yin to get off first. He goes to find a parking space by himself.

"Qing Jiu, who is he?" Zhao Yin made this kind of car for the first time, and it was also the first time to see such a handsome man. His originally bloodless face was a little red and asked in a low voice.

"He's my fourth uncle. He came to me for dinner all of a sudden today. Didn't he scare you?" Qing nine slightly some sorry ground says, in the heart a little nervous.

However, it's not bad that Zhao Yin, the third person, is present at the dinner. At least she can talk to Zhao Yin more, and she doesn't have to face the late Song Dynasty nervously.

Just when Qing Jiu and Zhao Yin were silent, song Mu Chu came over with long legs. He was wearing a straight black suit and looked a little tired. He came just after work.

He came to Qing Jiu and brought a faint smell of sandalwood and tobacco; Especially that familiar sandalwood, let the string in Qing Jiu's heart stir fiercely for a while, the eyes flurried to the side to see one eye.

"Come on, get in." Song Mu Chu took a deep look at Qing Jiu and walked in; He seems to be a familiar customer here. The service staff naturally took him to a box on the second floor and handed him the menu.

He took the menu, but was not in a hurry to order. Instead, he took off his suit coat and left only a white shirt on his body. He untied his sleeve, rolled it up slightly and showed his white wrist. He watched Qing Jiu and Zhao Yin sit down and handed the menu to Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu smiles, puts the menu between her and Zhao Yin, and looks down.

She remembers that she didn't eat spicy food at the beginning of Song Dynasty. Why did she often come here?

Zhao Yin was a little stiff and straight. When she saw the price on the menu, her face turned white.

"Zhao Yin, don't you have anything to eat?" Qing Jiu turned a few pages and had written down what he wanted to order, so he asked Zhao Yin.

"You can order it." She said with a smile. She looked down at the shoes on her feet, which were only forty or fifty yuan. Thinking of this, she lowered her head a little.

"Then I'll have boiled fish, kung pao chicken, sweet skin duck, fourth uncle, here you are." Qing Jiu finished and handed the menu to song Mu Chu.

"Husband and wife lung slices, Mapo Tofu, and this dumpling and Tangyuan are for three people, so many first." Song Mu Chu returns the menu to the waiter and looks at Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu looks at him with a smile, just like a child seeing an elder he likes. There is no special emotion in his eyes, but in the heart of the late Song Dynasty, he prefers Qing Jiu to be a little emotional.

Love or hate, just don't look at him with such eyes, which in his view is a kind of polite alienation, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he is very uncomfortable.

"Qing Jiu, how do you remember to live in the school? Isn't it good at home? " Song Mu Chu asked casually, reached out from his trouser pocket and took out his hand. His slender fingers casually pointed on the mobile phone screen.

"Fourth uncle, I won't tell you. I want to make friends. Besides, my grades in last semester were too bad. I decided to make a fresh start, learn from the past and make progress every day! Don't you feel relieved? " Qing Jiu was filled with indignation, and Zhao Yin was stunned.

Song Mu Chu laughs and shakes his head helplessly.

"I don't believe you can learn! However, you should stay home at the weekend. Your grandfather and your father miss you very much, do you know? Remember to call me if you have something. If you don't have enough pocket money, tell me. If you are bored, you can go to the company to find me. Remember? " Song Mu Chu said so much in one breath, even he did not realize how doting the tone was, it was definitely more than an uncle should feel.

Qing Jiu nodded perfunctorily, still smiling, secretly thinking that she should not often contact him, or meet less.

Zhao Yin, who was silent on one side, probably because of his sensitive nature, always felt that the atmosphere between Qing Jiu and her fourth uncle was a little strange.

"Zhao Yin, right? We Qing Jiu have to trouble you to take care of her at school. This meal can be regarded as a temporary treat. We will treat you to dinner again when we have a chance. " At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he turned to Zhao Yin and said that his tone was different from that just now, and his mood was colder. He just spoke politely.

"In fact, I should thank you. Qing Jiu is a very good person. I'm very happy to be friends with her." Zhao Yin raised his head slightly and looked at the late Song Dynasty with a little cowardice and inexplicable admiration.

The three people chatted casually. After a while, the dishes came up one after another, and the weight of this restaurant was still enough.

After a meal, Qing Jiu leaned contentedly on the chair, reached for her stomach, and gave a very exaggerated hiccup to show that she had a good meal.

Zhao Yin was obviously reserved, just picked up a napkin to wipe his lips, and then sat upright in the chair, staring at the bunch of flowers on the table.

When Qing Jiu had a good rest, he settled the account and sent them back to the school gate.

As soon as the car stopped, song Mu Chu said to Zhao Yin in the back seat, "classmate Zhao Yin, I have something to say with Qing Jiu. Can you go back first?"

Zhao Yin quickly nodded, opened the door and got out of the car.

Qing Jiu and song Mu Chu were left in the car.

"Qing Jiu, I bought some things and put them in the trunk. You can take them back later." Song Mu Chu was silent for a while. Then he opened the door and took out a bag from the trunk.

Qing Jiu got out of the car and walked slowly to song Mu Chu.

"This is a mug, you remember to drink hot water; This is a warm baby bought by my friend abroad. It can be heated quickly and adjusted; And this tea is to help you sleep... "He whispered these things and showed them to her one by one.

Qing Jiu's nose is sour, and his eyes are gradually covered with water mist. Looking at his thin waist, his hands are slightly raised. He wants to hold him, but he is pulled back by reason and carries his hands behind him.

The dim light of the street lamp blurs the line of sight, so that song Mu Chu will not find Qing Jiu's abnormality.

"Well, I'm really old. I've become wordy. Take it and go back." Song Mu Chu smiles and hands the bag to Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu reached for it, held the bag tightly, nodded, and turned to go to the school gate.

With the distance between her and song Mu Chu getting farther and farther, Qing Jiu's mood became more and more tense, and her tears were about to burst the dike.

"Qing Jiu!" Song Mu Chu stops her.

Qing nine body a stiff, a drop of tears directly rolled out.

In the early evening of Song Dynasty, he walked quickly to Qing Jiu and squatted down in silence.

Qing Jiu looks down at him, only to find that his shoelaces don't know when to loosen, and song Mu Chu is squatting there to tie her shoelaces.

It was that pair of slender hands, skillfully tied a beautiful knot.

The girls passing by all looked at Qing Jiu with envious eyes and whispered that her boyfriend was really handsome and considerate.

When the shoelaces were tied, song Mu Chu stood up, raised his hand and touched Qing Jiu's head, and went back.

Qing Jiu quickly looked back at him and saw that he got on the bus. Then he turned his head and walked towards the school.

Back in the dormitory, there was only Zhao Yin. She didn't know what she was thinking in the chair, and even Qing Jiu didn't notice her coming in.

Qing Jiu naturally has no mood to chat, put things on the table, took bath towel and shower gel into the bathroom.

Song family.

Song Mu met Qing Jiu for the first time. He was in a better mood. As soon as he entered the gate of the Song family, he saw Song Shan and song Muyang sitting in the living room, as if they were waiting for him.

"Dad, brother, have you finished your meal?" Song Mu Chu raised his hand and pulled his tie. He sat on the sofa and asked softly.

"Yes, at Dushu, your elder brother and I were discussing your marriage just now. You said that you are too old to be young. It's time to get married when you are nearly thirty." Song Shan smiles lovingly, and the wrinkles around his eyes deepen a little.

"Yes, you are a famous Golden Bachelor in the imperial capital. How many thousands of gold would like to marry you. However, my father and I are not snobbish people. We in the Song family don't have to rely on any marriage to consolidate our position. If you have a sweetheart, just say that it's not a matter of family background." Song Muyang quickly continued, smiling.

"There are many things in the group, and I haven't met the right person. I'm not in a hurry." Song Mu Chu said with a smile, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Song Shan was a little embarrassed with a smile on his face; He cleared his throat, picked up a few photos from the side and put them on the coffee table one by one, on which were all young and beautiful young ladies.

"These are my favorite ones. Your character and knowledge are excellent. Since you don't have a suitable person, how about calling a friend? By the way, Luo Yu, I've made her your secretary, and I'll go to work tomorrow. " Song Shan's fingers beat on the coffee table regularly. It was a discussion on the surface. In fact, his words showed a strong attitude that could not be refused.

Song Mu Chu knew that these people couldn't escape, so he agreed with a smile. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was a little discontented.

"Well, I'm tired too. Let's have a rest." Song Shan stood up with the sofa, took the crutch from the side, and walked slowly towards the room.

"Early in the evening, go to bed early." Song Muyang got up, patted song muchu on the shoulder and went upstairs.

At the beginning of song's twilight, he sat on the sofa alone and his eyes became more and more gloomy.

Luo Yu? He was cold. On the surface, he sent an assistant. In fact, he was monitoring him. By the way, he used a beauty trick to solve his life.

Song Mu Chu slowly stood up from the sofa, turned around and walked up the stairs. Every step he took, he felt more equipped in his heart. He subconsciously stroked the sandalwood bracelet on his wrist, and his heart was a little calmer.

"Hum."

As soon as song Mu Chu came to the door of the room, the mobile phone in his trousers pocket began to vibrate.

He opened the door, took out the cell phone, put it to his ear after answering, and closed the door.

"Boss, I'm fired." Xu Rong's cold voice came out of the microphone with a faint panic. Obviously, this result was unexpected.

"I know that you will come to work as usual tomorrow, and I will appoint you as special assistant. Let her be the secretary." Song Mu Chu tore off his tie and threw it aside at will.

The other end of the phone answered softly and hung up.