Ji Tang had just walked out of the office building and stopped in front of him with a black business car.

It was usually used by Song Yu ink, but he didn't come to pick him up and sent Song Tu over.

"Madam, Mr. Song has booked a seat and made an appointment with someone."

Ji Tang sat in the back seat, listening casually to Song Tu's report, explaining that Song Yumo was plagued by official business and was half an hour late, so he asked him to pick him up. Along the way, Song Tu said the words.

At most, she just said a few umbrellas, and then heard Song Tu continue, "Song Xingyuan's affairs alarmed the old house... Mrs. Song originally had a marriage for him, and the other party was the daughter of the ship king, and they were all ruined. Mrs. Song advised Mrs. Song not to make trouble, saying that Song Xingyuan had not yet made up his mind and asked him to get married, which was to make enemies."

Song Tu knows much more deeply about the internal gossip of the old house than she does.

Ji Tang became a little interested and asked red lips, "Didn't Mrs. Song mention me?"

Song Tu looked at Ji Tang through the rearview mirror. He first praised Song Yumo for more than ten minutes. When he heard it, he stepped on the topic and said, "Mrs. Song said he bought you a set of jewelry, and said, "Madam Song is busy with your career now and rarely comes to the old house. Mr. Song helps you deal with it."

I don’t know whether these words are true or not. Ji Tang wants to look at Song Tu’s expression seriously, but he can only look at it from the side.

The car was driving halfway, and the heating temperature was very good. However, because the window was opened, the cold wind became a little stiff and cold after a long blow. Ji Tang's long eyelashes saw the men's suit jacket beside him, so he reached out to take it.

Song Tu was still beating: "Now, when people in the old house saw Song Xingyuan's fate, they dared not talk about his wife's affairs in the entertainment industry. Really, everyone's reaction was like being forced to watch a scene of killing a chicken to warn the monkey."

He was not very loud. When Ji Tang pulled over the suit jacket, he accidentally pulled down a bunch of documents next to him.

Hit it at the foot, messy.

When Song Tu heard the movement, he turned around: "Madam, I'll sort it out later."

"It's okay." Ji Tang put his suit jacket on his knees, bent over, and reached out to pick up a few documents.

She casually sorted out the papers of the documents, slowly moving, and asked: "You continue, it seems that many people in the old house are not convinced by me?"

Song Tu shook his head, how dare he nodded and admitted it.

Ji Tang didn't care, and chuckled softly: "Three generations of your family have worked for the Song family. Since grandpa's generation, they have simply modified Song. They have been familiar with the young men and brothers in the old house since childhood, right?"

This is nothing wrong with saying this, Song Tu did not shake his head this time.

Ji Tang asked again: "Do you still have a group in private?"

"Damn, how did you guess it!"

"Otherwise, you follow Song Yumo every day, and you don't have time to go to the old house to listen to gossip." Ji Tang wanted to roll his eyes, but the curve of the corners of his lips was smiling. At the same time, he found that there were still two pages of white paper on the heels of the high heels and bent down.

Song Tujian was known to everyone, so he simply talked about the content of the group chat.

Ji Tang was still laughing, but accidentally caught the first line of white paper he picked up.

Within a few seconds, she didn't move at all.

When Song Tu was listening, he continued to speak with relish: "Madam, I tell you that I can't stand it the most. Song Xingyuan treats that little star like a little fan. He has been giving people a list every day and posted it to the group to watch the screen."

Ji Tang didn't laugh, and his eyes fell from the first line to the next line.

Every word is clear, and it marks the time period of the month and day of her meeting, how long she has been with, who she has lunch, who accompanied her when she attended the domestic entertainment investment party, how many artists she brought, and who were there.

The above details are detailed that Ji Tang did not notice, and there are all kinds of details.

She did not look down, put these two photos together with those documents, and put her face back to its original place with a calm expression.

"Mrs?"

Seeing that she didn't say anything for a long time, Song Tu turned around again.

Ji Tang was taking the suit jacket from his knees and said lightly: "It's a bit hot."

Later, he said: "Song Tu, I was busy with my career during this period and I could only get along with Song Yumo for a few hours every day. Have he ever complained to you in private?"

Song Tu is the loyal defender of Song Yumo, and said without thinking: "President Song has always been very supportive of his wife's career!"

Ji Tang didn't continue asking, and she chuckled with a red lips.

In the past, Mrs. Song repeatedly emphasized that what Song Yumo needed was not a strong-wedding wife with a career, but a perfect and qualified wife who could accompany him at home, take care of his diet and daily life, and care about him.

On the surface, she was very tired of being so demanded by Mrs. Song, like a puppet carrying a string, walking step by step as she arranged.

Ji Tang even understood that Mrs. Song was no longer satisfied with her, and she had no intention of asking her to go back to her old house to listen to the training.

When she accidentally discovered that Song Yumo's car had information that was more detailed than her itinerary report, the memories that were dominated by the Song family were re-involved.

Ji Tang didn't want to show something strange, so he could only hide it with a smile.

Half an hour later.

She got off the car and came to a high-end hotel, and went directly to the elevator to the restaurant on the rooftop terrace.

The place ordered by Songyu Mo is a six-person seat, with a quiet environment, which is very suitable for eating and chatting.

When Ji Tang arrived with Song Tu, he saw Jian Qingye and her second brother Ji Duzhou had already arrived. Before she could frown her beautiful eyebrows, she found that there was a beautiful woman with a graceful body sitting opposite Ji Duzhou.

The first impression I would use words like Qingyan to describe is entirely because the other person looks as clean as white ceramics and has a hint of pure desire.

When you get closer, you will find that her complexion is better than her long black hair that reaches her waist, and the pure black one. The few strands of hair hanging on the side of her face make her skin look white with jade carved.

After Song Tu introduced it in time, Ji Tang learned about this strange woman named Shan Gelan.

Seeing that Jian Qing was sitting with her, Ji Tang gave her a look and asked, "What does Mrs. Song like?"

Song Tu blinked: "Yes!"

No wonder, Jian Qing has always followed Mrs. Song's leader in the Song family. As long as Mrs. Song likes it, she will definitely try every means to get close to her.

With her exception.

Ji Tang walked to Ji Duzhou in high heels and sat down, ignoring Song Tu to pull the chair for her.

She tilted her head lightly and smiled under the warm orange light: "Second brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Ji Duzhou laid his arms on the table lazily, and his thin lips curled up to a perfect curve: "I have grown up a lot."

Ji Tang hated his gentle smile the most. He approached a little and had a very light pronunciation: "I miss you very much."

Ji Duzhou was not deceived by her false thoughts. He was afraid that he would bite off his flesh and blood. On the surface, he still cooperated with politeness and harmlessly and handed her a string of antique beads on his slender wrist to play with.

I have been coaxing my sister like this since I was a child.

Ji Tang took it apart without hesitation, with a friendly smile on his face as stable as an old dog.

Only she knew very well, maybe her heart was bleeding.

Ji Duzhou took a sip of milk and said in a moistening voice: "It's okay, I'll pay your husband later."

Opposite, Jian Qing also interrupted: "The second young master and his sister have a great relationship."

While Ji Duzhou ordered the waiter to put up his antique beads and deal with Jian Qing, he remained calm: "I am just such a sister, I have no choice."

He speaks humorously, and just a few words can make girls feel happy without being deliberate.

Jian Qingye's gaze flowed over for a few seconds, and she moved away like a touch of her heart. She gently tapped the tip of her high heels to the ground. Occasionally, her gaze would return to Ji Duzhou.

But he stayed for a second. When he noticed it, he moved away first, and did not forget to entertain Shan Gelan by his side: "Gelan, do you have any taboos?"

Song Yumo was not present, so the main course has not been served yet.

Half of the party tonight was proposed by Jian Qing. She originally wanted to invite Song Yumo out for dinner and just find an excuse to bring Shan Gelan with her. However, when Song Yumo learned about it, she did not refuse for the first time, but added the Ji family's brother and sister in.

Jian Qing also intends to make friends with Shan Gelan and arranges her thoughtfulness everywhere.

But Shan Ge talks too little, so there is no problem with little.

Just talking will inevitably make people feel a little disappointed.

When she asked, Shan Gelan didn't like to laugh, and her voice was very real: "I study Chinese medicine and avoid too much food. You should eat according to my habits. You can end this meal early."

“…”

Even if Song Tu wanted to be a tool background, he almost didn't choke to death by the water.

He felt that the meaning of this Miss Shan was very obvious: "So, can we end it early?"

Only Ji Tang was present, laughing: "Eating too oil is not conducive to girls losing weight. Can you have vegetable salad at night?"

Jian Qing's expression of laughter was almost froze. Seeing Ji Tang still laughing, she felt invisibly that she was being provoked.

However, Shan Gelan still had no choice but to fight against us, and seriously replied to Ji Tang's question.

As soon as he heard that it was possible to eat, Ji Tang wanted the waiter to change her food for vegetable salad. Before anyone could come, a man's slender and distinctive hands were placed on her shoulders first, and Song Yumo's low voice sounded in his ears, talking to Ji Duzhou: "Change a seat."

Ji Duzhou wished he could stay away from Ji Tang so as not to suffer from her destruction by the whole meal.

Just as he was about to take action, he immediately received a murderous look from Ji Tang.

Ji Duzhou smiled, got up, and reached out to pinch her face: "This girl dares to glare at your brother."

Ji Tang slapped him, but Ji Duzhou became familiar with the routine and easily avoided it.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yumo was already sitting next to her, and naturally stretched out his arms and half hugged her, whispering as if no one was around: "Sorry, I didn't pick you up tonight."

He said, his clean fingers still surrounding her hair, his movements seemingly intimate.

Ji Tang didn't answer this. For a man like Song Yumo who doesn't often play romance, it was obvious that this was abnormal.

And the only one who can be called an outsider present is Shan Ge Lan.

She raised her long eyelashes and looked at the two women opposite her reaction.

Jian Qing also lowered her head to drink, deliberately making people unable to see the expression clearly. Instead, she was like a fairy with no emotions in ink paintings. She could not arouse curiosity at all about these worldly feelings. She rarely made a frown expression and said to Ji Duzhou who had moved to her: "Please put the cup in your hand, and you took it wrong."
Chapter completed!