Chapter 66 Shen Jingni seemed to see disappointment in his eyes.
Song Yanting returned to the capital overnight.
At this moment, the Song family's old house was still brightly lit, and the silence was somewhat frightening.
A maid rushed in and reported to He Yunxin, "Second Madam, the eldest young master has returned, and he also brought the fourth young master with him..."
The fourth young master, Song Borui, is the only son of the second wife, He Yunxin, and Song Bingcheng. He has been enjoying himself in Australia for the past two months.
He Yunxin suddenly stopped applying skincare products to her face, as if she had thought of something, and quickly got up and walked out.
Before she could even leave, the door was kicked open.
Song Borui was thrown in directly.
His clothes were disheveled, his body was covered in wounds, his face was swollen, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth. He had been beaten so badly that he didn't even have the strength to crawl. He was in a terrible state.
He Yunxin's pupils suddenly contracted.
The next second, Song Yanting walked in with his bodyguards.
He was as always, dressed in a suit and tie, with frameless glasses perched on his nose, looking refined and cultured.
However, the bloodstains on the white gloves on his hands were somewhat glaring.
"Song Yanting, how dare you treat your cousin like this!"
He Yunxin was furious. "If anything happens to Bo Rui, none of us will have a good time."
Song Yanting slowly took off the gloves, a cold smile in his eyes: "Second Aunt, this is just a small return gift from me."
"You should have thought this would be the result before you touched my people."
He Yunxin sneered, "I just invited Miss Wen to my home as a guest. Don't make a fuss about it and try to smear me."
"Heh." Song Yanting chuckled, not in the mood to waste words with her. He placed one foot on Song Borui's injured hand and coldly negotiated with her: "Second Aunt, tell me, should I cripple Fourth Brother's hand first, or his foot?"
As he spoke, he increased the pressure on his foot.
Song Borui cried out in pain, unable to struggle, and cried out in terror, "Mom, Mom, save me."
madman.
"Song Yanting, release Bo Rui immediately!" He Yunxin was clearly panicked.
She remembered that Song Yanting wasn't like this before.
Even if they were sabotaging him or causing him trouble behind his back, he would never have gone to such lengths.
Not to mention, he harmed his own brothers.
Song Yanting neither responded nor relaxed his efforts.
Song Borui's cries had become hoarse and broken, extremely painful.
He Yun wanted to go forward, but was firmly stopped by the bodyguards, leaving him only to worry helplessly.
"Yanting, don't forget that your second uncle risked his life to save Qiyu. Your eldest son's family owes us a life. If you really cripple Borui, how will you explain it to the old lady and your second uncle?"
When Song Qiyu was young, he accidentally fell into the river and almost drowned. It was Song Bingcheng who jumped into the river and saved him.
The eldest branch of the Song family has always kept this kindness in their hearts.
Song Yanting was also one of them.
“I’ve been remembering this kindness, which is why I’ve always turned a blind eye to it all these years.” He smiled. “But Auntie, you’re so ungrateful.”
The smile had vanished from his face, and his gaze was icy as he stared at He Yunxin: "If there's a next time, you can forget about ever seeing your son again."
"No matter where you hide him, my men can find him, so don't waste your time."
He Yunxin stared at him blankly, too shocked to know what to do.
Song Yanting actually knew that she was the one who sent Bo Rui to Australia.
“No more,” He Yunxin was a smart woman who knew how to protect herself and assess the situation. “I will not touch your Miss Wen again, and I ask you to let Bo Rui go.”
Song Yanting released Song Borui and smiled gently, "I hope Second Aunt keeps her word and doesn't put me in a difficult position."
He nodded slightly, very politely and respectfully, and even said "goodnight" before leaving.
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Zhao Zonglan accompanied Shen Jingni to that small shop.
The car couldn't go in, so we drove a long way.
Chang An had the area cleared out in advance.
Shen Jingni found it all so boring.
I originally wanted to bring the tyrant here to experience the warmth of everyday life, but he ended up having the place cleared out. How boring.
The streets, which are usually bustling and noisy during late-night snack time, are now quiet.
Even the boss, who usually has a loud voice, spoke softly and gently, like a pair of clips.
As Shen Jingni ate, she felt that the wontons weren't as delicious anymore.
I can't eat anymore.
She looked up at Zhao Zonglan, who was sitting opposite her.
Even sitting in such an old street-side shop, he couldn't hide his noble and composed demeanor.
He hadn't eaten; he was looking down at his phone with a cold expression.
He was just there to "keep her company".
Seemingly noticing her fixed gaze, Zhao Zonglan lifted his eyelids, his brows furrowing slightly: "Not eating?"
"Okay." Shen Jingni pushed the bowl in front of him. "Brother, you finish it for me. We can't waste it."
Zhao Zonglan thought the little thing was very clever.
When she needed his help, her words were as sweet as honey.
His thoughts were written all over his face, and they were so pure that it was impossible to refuse him.
But he won't eat what's left in other people's bowls.
This is the most basic bottom line.
"Brother~"
Shen Jingni rested her chin on her hands, her beautiful peach blossom eyes shimmering with a pitiful and innocent look: "You said you would coax me, and I'll be happy if you eat it for me."
Zhao Zonglan did not move.
She pouted, her expression turning fierce, and began to accuse him: "You big liar, you don't keep your word."
He looked so angry, as if he was determined to make a scene.
Zhao Zonglan glanced at his watch; it was almost midnight, and he couldn't continue arguing with that stubborn brat.
Otherwise, she'll really keep going on and on.
Oh well, I'll just consider it a way of comforting her.
Zhao Zonglan, with a cold face, picked up the spoon with his well-defined knuckles.
Shen Jingni was happy.
She grinned and leaned forward to ask him, "Is it good?"
Zhao Zonglan did not answer.
Shen Jingni became displeased again and pushed her luck even further, "Don't always have such a cold face, you should..."
Zhao Zonglan gave her a cold look.
She didn't dare to speak.
So fierce.
However, considering that he helped her finish the wontons, she didn't hold it against him.
Fairies are magnanimous.
Chang An watched in astonishment.
The gentleman was actually eating what Miss Chen had left behind!
He could hardly believe his eyes; it was so late at night, could it be a ghost?
Chang An rubbed his eyes and looked again. It really was his usually aloof and arrogant husband.
At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh, Miss Shen was indeed no ordinary person.
The small bowl of wontons was very little, just a few pieces, but Zhao Zonglan finished it quickly and led her towards the alley entrance.
Shen Jingni walked beside him.
He glanced to the side and saw her smiling like a little fox, staring at him with delight.
The man parted his thin lips slightly: "Happy?"
"Mmm." Shen Jingni nodded. She never liked to hide her emotions. She held his large hands in both of hers and praised and coaxed him, "Brother, you're so good."
The lights in the alley were dim, casting two long, overlapping shadows on the cement ground, inseparable from each other.
Zhao Zonglan said in a calm voice, "Since you're happy, come with me on a business trip to the United States next week."
Shen Jingni: "..."
So that's where she was waiting.
All the attempts to coax her and make her happy were premeditated.
There are no good capitalists.
Moreover, he is a top-tier capitalist.
How long will it take?
"At the fastest, it will take a week."
So long?
Shen Jingni shook her head and refused directly: "I'm not going, it's too far."
Besides, she also has a job. Although her boss doesn't necessarily need to be there every day, a week is too long.
Zhao Zonglan gave her a deep look and then said nothing more.
yes.
The distance from Beijing to New York is over 10,000 kilometers.
It's really too far.
In a daze, Shen Jingni seemed to see a certain sense of loss in his eyes.
Like the receding tide, it lies silent, revealing the cold, hard reefs.
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