Song Hengjue suddenly snapped back to reality, his eyes darting around: "No, nothing's wrong."
"Tell me if you want," Yang Qingheng said, seeing his evasiveness, and stopped asking. Pointing to his pocket, she said, "Your phone has rung so many times, are you deaf?"
Song Hengjue quickly answered, "Hello, who is this?"
"President Song, what's your opinion on having dinner with me yesterday? I heard you've recently become interested in that piece of land in the suburbs. My uncle, who's in charge of that project, is here today too, so we can chat about it." Qiao Xihe's voice came from the other end of the line.
On the surface, it's said to be just a chat, but the subtext is to do him a favor.
With such a huge temptation, I don't believe Song Hengjue wouldn't take the bait.
Qiao Xihe gritted her teeth; she had gone all out this time and had to succeed.
Unexpectedly, Song Hengjue refused without even blinking after hearing these words: "Ms. Qiao, thank you for your kindness, but I haven't been feeling well lately and can't be exposed to cold winds. Let's make an appointment another time."
Qiao Xihe stared at the disconnected phone, her face contorted with rage, and then smashed the phone to the ground.
What a slut! She should take a piss and look in the mirror. If he didn't have a few pennies, would she even want him?
He dared to hang up on her! Wait till she gets her hands on his assets and see how she teaches him a lesson!
"Qiao Xihe?" Yang Qingheng heard the words "Miss Qiao" and subconsciously pricked up her ears, moving a few centimeters closer to her.
Song Hengjue estimated the distance, then suddenly reached out and forcefully pulled her onto his lap.
Yang Qingheng was so frightened that she cursed loudly: "You leech, aren't you annoying?"
"Don't bother me," Song Hengjue pinched her small earlobe and explained, "She invited me to dinner, but I didn't agree."
"Oh, she's been pretty good to you." Yang Qingheng found it amusing that this person had such a self-satisfied expression, deliberately teasing him.
Song Hengjue's expression changed drastically. He was at a loss and his breathing became erratic with anxiety: "I swear, I have absolutely no relationship with her. My secretary is the one who usually contacts her. If you mind, I'll have my secretary stop answering her calls."
But that shameless guy would keep calling from different numbers, Song Hengjue cursed inwardly.
Seeing his pale face, Yang Qingheng realized she had gone too far and felt a little embarrassed. She ran her soft fingertips through his hair and said, "I was just teasing you. You're part of my intelligence team. If you don't let your secretary answer her calls, where am I supposed to find out about her?"
Enraged, Song Hengjue bit her ear.
At the same time, the car slowly came to a stop.
Yang Qingheng paused for a second when she saw the restaurant outside: "Is this restaurant newly opened? I feel like I've never been here before."
“My friend just opened this place, so I’m here to support him.” Song Hengjue carefully helped her out of the car.
His eyes darted around for a moment as he said this.
Actually, he and the restaurant owner are just ordinary friends. The main reason he chose this place is because it is a children's themed restaurant with various small play facilities that kids will definitely love.
"Wow, it's quite cute." Yang Qingheng was surprised as soon as she entered. Even the tables and chairs were children's themed, with bright and elegant colors. She felt inexplicably happy just looking at them.
With Yang Qingheng, a mother herself, saying this, Song Hengjue became even more certain that he had found the right restaurant. He clenched his fist excitedly in his pocket, saying, "I also think Xuanxuan will definitely like it here, right? I asked the restaurant owner, and adults can also go in and accompany children. We can play with him together then."
Thinking of the harmonious and loving family of three, Song Hengjue felt a surge of strength.
"It's not appropriate, they might look down on Xuanxuan." Yang Qingheng shook her head. Not everyone likes small animals. Although Xuanxuan has been vaccinated on time, according to most people's thinking, cats are animals, so how could they let a cat play in a place for children?
"What's there to complain about? I've booked the whole place," Song Hengjue pouted. "If we break any of the toys, we'll just pay them back." He'd get angry at anyone who tried to stop him from playing with his son today.
"Whatever you want." Yang Qingheng's lips twitched. She was afraid that Xuanxuan would scratch Song Hengjue's handsome face when it acted crazy from time to time. She didn't know why he liked it so much.
Is it because like attracts like?
Yang Qingheng glanced at Song Hengjue beside her and nodded to herself. To be honest, the two of them did have a similar temperament—both were equally crazy.
Song Hengjue had no idea what Yang Qingheng was thinking. He enthusiastically ordered a bunch of dishes that children would like to eat, all of which were light and healthy.
Yang Qingheng glanced outside, then stood up: "They're here. I'll go greet them."
arrive?!
Song Hengjue's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously glanced at his clothes, his hands trembling with nervousness, and he suddenly began to regret it.
Why didn't you prepare some lines at home for your first meeting with the child?
What should he say later?
Hello, Xuanxuan.
No, no, that's too formal. It doesn't make me seem approachable enough.
Hello, Xuanxuan. I'm your mom's friend. You can call me Uncle Song.
No, no, this is too familiar. That kid is Tang Bainian's son after all. It's impossible for him to have no feelings for Tang Bainian at all. What if he feels that Tang Bainian is taking advantage of him and has a bad impression of him?
Song Hengjue was so anxious that he paced back and forth, but he followed closely behind Yang Qingheng, afraid that if he was a step behind, the child would think that he was not enthusiastic enough.
"Ms. Yang, would you like me to wait for you here?" The driver handed the cat carrier to Yang Qingheng.
Yang Qingheng stared at the cat in the bag for a moment and found that it was unusually well-behaved and not acting strangely today. She breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head: "No need. I brought other drivers with me. You can go back. I'll call you if anything happens."
"Okay, Mr. Yang." The driver nodded.
Before Song Hengjue could decide what to say, he saw the car had already driven away and asked in a daze, "Xuan...where's your son?"
"Here you go." Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes, took the cat out of her bag, and threw it into his arms.
He didn't seem to care much for cats before, so why is he so interested in them lately?
Before Song Hengjue could react, a soft, furry bundle suddenly snuggled into his arms, startling him so much he almost threw it away.
"ah!!!!!"
"Be careful!" Yang Qingheng was also startled by his scream. She rushed over and hugged the little thing. Looking at Xuanxuan in her arms, who was howling in fear and baring his teeth at Song Hengjue, she laughed in anger and glared at Song Hengjue. "Can you shut your mouth?"
Forget about the cat, he's giving her a real shock!
"No, don't come any closer!" When Song Hengjue saw her carrying that little thing over, his hair stood on end and his mind went blank.
Well, so you're not afraid of cats.
Yang Qingheng's lips twitched: "...Song Hengjue, could you please get off the table first?"
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