"You... are despicable!" Song Ziting glared at Zhang Hao's side face fiercely, wishing to make a hole in his side face. But after hearing what Zhang Hao just said, Song Ziting's protest came to her lips.
Swallowing it back, she understood Zhang Hao's character and he always kept his word.
"Tingting, what do you think?" Song Xiong nodded after hearing Zhang Hao's words. To be honest, the scene in the morning was still swirling in his mind. Now that Zhang Hao can make such a proposal, I am afraid it is a disservice to the Song family and
It was the best choice for the Zhang family, but he still cared about what his precious daughter thought. He also understood that strong-willed melons were not sweet, but he did not hear what Zhang Hao and his daughter were muttering about. Looking at the two people
They cuddled tightly and thought the two of them were very close!
"I..." Song Ziting squeaked, not knowing how to answer. Seeing Zhang Hao's evil smile, she wanted to pull out her arm and swell Zhang Hao's handsome face. However, thinking of Zhang Hao's threat, Song Ziting was stunned.
I squeezed out a few words: "I still want to think about it..."
"You kid, what are you thinking about? You must be embarrassed! I still want to watch you get married before I bury you in the ground!" Old Mrs. Zhang, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't hold her breath anymore and interrupted Song Ziting.
Then he pretended to reach out and hold his head: "Hey, I am really old, and my head hurts a little again! The marriage of the two children has been decided, Ah Xiong, when do you think it is a good time to hold a wedding for them?
Woolen cloth?"
"Old Madam, this..." Song Xiong didn't react for a while. The old lady seemed to be a little too anxious. She was about to say that we could discuss it later, but she looked up and saw Old Madam Zhang holding it in her hand.
He opened a newspaper, and the cover of the newspaper happened to be his precious daughter and the brat Zhang Hao, and the title was particularly eye-catching: Born to be a pair: The daughter of the Song Group and the young CEO of the Zhang Group collided with sparks of love, Song
Xiong only felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes, and it seemed that his blood pressure had soared. So he took a breath, and then smiled at Mrs. Zhang: "Just follow the old lady's advice on the wedding date!"
"Then let's set it at the beginning of next month! I've asked someone to do the math, and it happens to be a good day!" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhang reached out and folded the newspaper, then narrowed her eyes and said in a brisk tone.
Song Ziting was listening to the conversation between her father and Mrs. Zhang, but she couldn't get in the middle of a sentence. Within a few minutes, her life-long event had been decided. The most terrible thing was that the wedding date was still scheduled for the beginning of next month.
Didn't they consider that it was almost the end of the month?! Song Ziting felt a little crazy. She stretched out her elbow and bumped Zhang Hao who was sitting next to her. Then she stared at Zhang Hao and signaled to Zhang Hao to say something quickly.
It seems that Song Ziting has really forgotten how to ask for help at this time, let alone Zhang Hao who has already planned everything.
Sure enough, Zhang Hao closed his secretly grinning lips, sat up straight, and then said to Song Xiong: "Uncle Song, thank you for your help. That's it. I'll send grandma back first. Grandma has been in poor health recently.
, don’t overwork yourself! Pay attention to your health and get more rest!”
You see, Zhang Hao has always done things well. He easily agreed to the wedding date with a few words and showed concern for his elders. Song Ziting was so angry that her face turned green, but she couldn't say anything. Song Ziting felt stiff all over and sat down.
She couldn't move on the sofa and could only watch Zhang Hao and Mrs. Zhang get up and leave. When she saw Mrs. Zhang walking to the door and looking at Zhang Hao, Song Ziting felt like she had been betrayed.
But when she turned around and saw her father with an ugly face, reaching out to cover his heart, Song Ziting let out a long sigh of relief and finally said nothing. She began to comfort herself in her heart: "Why don't we just get married? What's the big deal! Anyway, we're getting married.
It's the same for everyone who gets married, maybe it's better this way. This gangster has always been in the news, and he definitely doesn't have time to take care of himself, so I can do whatever I want!" Thinking about this, Song Ziting felt a little better, and slowly
He stood up slowly, and then he and Song Zikun helped his father back to the room.
Zhang Hao helped his grandma out of Song's house and went straight to Zhang's villa. Sitting in the car, Zhang Hao couldn't help grinning, thinking about Song Ziting's flabby appearance today. He was in a good mood. He turned around and saw his grandma smiling happily.
Staring at the newspaper in his hand, he couldn't help but say to his grandma: "Grandma, you have read that newspaper almost ten times!"
"What's wrong with ten times?! I just can't get enough of it, brat, thanks to this newspaper, otherwise how could I have let that girl Tingting be my granddaughter-in-law so easily!" Mrs. Zhang continued to stare at the newspaper happily.
"Grandma, I finally understand, ginger is still hot when she's old!" Zhang Hao saw that his grandma was happy and didn't say anything more. Although he was very disdainful and incomprehensible that his grandma wanted Song Ziting to be his granddaughter-in-law, when he thought about what happened next
He had plenty of opportunities to teach the little girl Song Ziting a lesson and destroy her prestige, but a charming smile still appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Marriage is already a certainty for Song Ziting. Seeing her father having a heart attack because of her anger, Song Ziting finally decided to agree to the Zhang family's marriage. However, Song Ziting is not someone who compromises so easily. As the wedding day approaches, Song Ziting finally decides to agree to the Zhang family's marriage.
At that time, apart from attending classes as usual and going home to rest every day, Song Ziting's little mind was still running rapidly, deciding that she must give Zhang Hao a blow at the critical moment of her marriage.
Time flies so fast, the wedding will be held the day after tomorrow. Song Ziting didn't have much illusions or hopes about this marriage, so all the matters were handled by her family and Mrs. Zhang. But today, Song Ziting finally couldn't sit still.
Thinking of the wedding that would be held the day after tomorrow, Zhang Hao remained motionless and had no intention of contacting him. Finally he couldn't help but look at the agreement he had drafted, then picked up the phone and dialed.
The call was quickly connected, and when she heard Zhang Hao's scornful tone again, Song Ziting was so angry that her cheeks bulged high, and finally she suppressed her anger and said: "Come out, let's meet, I
I have something to tell you!"
"Oh? Is this a date you initiated?" Zhang Hao smiled evilly on the phone.
"I'm afraid all the women who want to date you are lined up. I just want to borrow a little of your time, Mr. Zhang!" Song Ziting said in a bad tone.
"Time and place?" Zhang Hao heard Song Ziting's unkind tone again, and then uttered a few words faintly.
"Seven o'clock, International Building Hotel!" Song Ziting said and hung up the phone.
Zhang Hao heard the beep from the phone, frowned, reached out and hung up the phone. He looked up and saw his beautiful secretary staring at him motionless. He couldn't help but narrowed his peach blossom eyes and opened his thin lips: "anna
, and anything else?"
Anna was holding a folder and had just finished her work report when she heard Zhang Hao's phone ringing. So she held the folder and waited for the president to give instructions. Unexpectedly, she saw her for the first time next to Zhang Hao in several years.
In such a situation, someone unexpectedly hung up the CEO's phone first! Hearing Zhang Hao's voice, Anna was shocked and knew that it was best for her to disappear now, so she immediately made a ninety-degree bow, and then left as quickly as if she was running away.
Office. Seeing his secretary leave, Zhang Hao stretched out his hand to prop up his temples: "Mother, this is the third time you have hung up on me! I want to see what other tricks you can come up with!"