Chapter 895

He said to the other end of the phone: "since Jian, you don't have time, I'll wait until you have time."

"Who told you I didn't have time?" said Tang Jian at the other end

Yang Haitao raises eyebrows. Tang Jian really deserves his reputation. It's hard to serve and deal with. You never know what he's thinking.

"So..."

Forget it, he doesn't make up his own mind. Let the second young master Tang decide by himself.

"At six o'clock this evening, yipinju."

Yang Haitao has a big stone in his heart. He doesn't know whether the second childe of Tang Dynasty gives him face or his sister-in-law face.

At six o'clock in the evening, song ran and Yang Haitao all went to yipinju. Yipinju is the best hotel in Haicheng. Naturally, the consumption is very high, and the interior decoration layout is very exquisite and elegant.

Behind the seat of their private room owner is a huge galloping horse map, which is majestic and majestic.

The two of them sat down on the chair and waited for half an hour.

Song Ran is a little angry because she finds out that he is the mayor's son, so she is reluctant to apologize to him. His driver was speeding and nearly hit someone. The wrong person accepted the apology and was late?

The second childe of Tang Dynasty, he really thinks highly of himself.

Seeing song Ran's face more and more ugly, Yang Haitao knew that his sister-in-law was in a bad mood. He quickly comforted him and said, "Ji'an is busy. Don't worry, wait a minute."

Song ran raised his hand and looked at his watch: "since we are so busy, we should come here later. Is it just to let us wait for him so early?"

Yang Haitao said to himself, "Shhh, be quiet. Don't be so open-minded."

Just then, the door opened, and Tang Ji'an came in. He said, "don't whisper. I heard it."

Yang Haitao quickly got up to shake hands with him. Song ran sat lazily on the chair and looked at the man who came in. He thought, "I just want to give you face and say I want to apologize to you. In fact, my godfather is the commander-in-chief. If you don't have face, it's not impossible.

It's better for you to be cheap and still be good. If you don't give me face, you should give me reciprocity. Don't expect me to give you a good face.

Tang Jian glanced over Yang Haitao at Song ran, who was sitting on the chair. His tense expression relaxed a little: "if I remember correctly, today's dinner is Miss Song's apology banquet?"

Song ran stood up, approached Tang Ji'an, and said with a smile, "it turns out that the second childe of Tang has a good memory. I thought you forgot the time of the atonement banquet tonight."

Yang Haitao's heart thump, second miss, you really have to be unreasonable.

Tang Jian's smile was stiff on his face. No one dared to embarrass him like this. Song ran was the first one to satirize him with a stab in his words. He also said so frankly, as if he had done something wrong.

No one dares to think so seriously about his mistake.

He was busy with his business and came half an hour late?

Although, for half an hour, he just sat in his office for half an hour, thinking that it was necessary to treat the little girl well and let her know who had the right to speak.

Song Jian, like other people in Tang Dynasty, said in a low voice.

He replied, you've been waiting.

Then song ran came back. No, no, he just arrived.

Well, obviously, he was wrong.