Chapter 1272

Song Qiyu's eyes suddenly sharp, one hand holding the steering wheel, bone white.

"I'll go back to the old house right away. In the name of the old lady, call song Laosan back!"

"Yes, master!"

Close the line, Song Qi Yu teeth close bite, eyes burst out a strong murderous.

No wonder Yan Shiqi thinks that he wants her life. No wonder her attitude towards herself is so different.

Damn song Qiye, he has a good abacus!

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In a moment, when song Qiyu's white Infiniti left the hotel, Qiao Qing still stood in the same place.

He pondered for a moment, but he still dialed Winfrey with doubts.

"Mom, it's me!"

On the phone, wenerhua's voice line was gentle, and he seemed to be in a good mood. "Call me at this time. Are you back from Quancheng?"

Qiao Qing looked down at the cigarette end that was about to burn out in his hand and whispered: "no, mom, tell me the truth. What happened to Qi Yu of Song Dynasty looking for you last night?"

At the end of the speech, the phone was unusually quiet.

"Ma! What can't you tell me? Or what kind of cooperation did you have with him? "

In the face of Qiao Qing's question, after wenerhua was silent, he chuckled and said, "what nonsense are you talking about? What cooperation can I reach with him?

It's just a spring city Song family. If there is no old lady song, who will sell him face? "

Qiao Qing frowned, "so, mom is still not going to tell me?"

At the other end of the mobile phone, Wen Erhua recognized Qiao Mu's mind. She looked at Qiao Yuanzheng beside her eyes and said, "Xiaoqing, don't ask about this.

In a word, remember what my mother said. If you don't have to, don't get involved in the affairs of the Qin and song families.

As for song Qiyu looking for me, mom can only tell you that it has nothing to do with the Qiao family. Don't ask about the rest.

Now the banquet of the Song family should be over, right? Instead of worrying about other people's family, you'd better come back as soon as possible. Your father and I have to go to the company

Hear these words, Qiao Qing still wants to ask, the result has already spread to be hanged up in the telephone prompt sound.

His face gradually became gloomy, and the feeling of being out of control made him very unhappy.

At the same time, in the living room of Qiao's old house, Qiao Yuanzheng had a cigar in his hand. After taking a sip, he squinted at Wen Erhua and said, "is that from Xiaoqing?"

"Well." Wen Erhua nodded and put his mobile phone on the coffee table. "I knew he cared so much about song Qiyu's visit. I shouldn't have told him more this morning."

Qiao Yuanzheng shook his cigar on his fingertips. "You're also worried about Xiaoqing going the wrong way. It's no big deal. I can't. You can tell him all

Hearing this, Wen Erhua shook his head deeply. "The reason why song Qiyu came to ask me about Lao Si's past is that someone talked a lot.

There was something wrong with him last night. Although I had little contact with him, I had never seen him so depressed.

Speaking of that, I heard Qing Qing mention that old four was taken away.

But song Qiyu asked again. In my opinion, what role does the Song family play in this is worth studying. "

Qiao Yuanzheng leans on the sofa, puts his cigar on the edge of the ashtray, and points to her every other time, "you are still partial to old four!

People like song Qiyu have no great skill and ability. They all rely on the glory of their ancestors.

No matter how much you tell him, it's useless if he can't think of it himself. "