Not long after, Song Yingjie drove a car and took Zhuo Yifan and Shen Jiayi to a single-family villa with a layout similar to the Zhao family. After parking the car, Zhuo Yifan and the others got out of the car, and walked in front of Song Yingjie's house.
He walked towards the door of the villa under the guidance of his wife.
The door was open. After the three of them entered the yard, they saw a middle-aged man with a stern face standing at the door. When he saw someone coming in, the man cast his wary eyes over at any time. When he saw clearly that it was Song Yingjie,
, there wasn’t much expression change on the stern face, just a slightly relaxed expression.
"The young master is back!" There was no emotion in the man's voice, as if Song Yingjie was not his young master, but a stranger passing by.
"Uncle Li, has grandpa rested?" Song Yingjie asked with a smile when he saw the middle-aged man.
"The chief is waiting for you in the study!" The middle-aged man named Uncle Li looked at Zhuo Yifan and Shen Jiayi up and down, then nodded and said.[
Zhuo Yifan thought to himself that this man should also be from the Central Guard Corps. Judging from his aura, he was obviously a soldier.
Uncle Li opened the door of the villa, and Song Yingjie led Zhuo Yifan and Shen Jiayi directly in. Although the layout is similar, compared to the Zhao family, the Song family villa is much more low-key. There are not too many luxurious decorations.
But it has a strong cultural atmosphere. You can see the old man's preferences from the large landscape paintings hanging on the wall.
Knocking on the study door, Mr. Song's somewhat old voice came from inside: "Come in!"
Song Yingjie then opened the door and led the two of them inside.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel funny when he saw the old man of the Song family behind the desk, wearing reading glasses and concentrating on a book in his hand without even raising his head.
"Grandpa! I brought Yifan and Miss Shen here!" Song Yingjie came to the desk and said softly.
Only then did Mr. Song raise his head in surprise, then put down the book in his hand, took off his reading glasses, and laughed loudly and said: "You kid, you got it done? You did it very quickly!"
"Thanks to the old man's help, otherwise I really don't know what the outcome would be today!" Zhuo Yifan said very modestly.
"Old man, I just give you a hand, the main thing is that you have to rely on yourself!" Mr. Song nodded with satisfaction, then turned his attention to Shen Jiayi beside him, and asked with a smile: "This girl is Shen Jiayi
The little girl at home, right?"
"Jiayi has met Mr. Song!" Shen Jiayi said with a hint of red on her pretty face, looking at Mr. Song nervously. Although the old man in front of her was already in her seventies, the majestic aura of a superior person still made Shen Jiayi feel
Some are not used to it.
"Yes, Yifan has a very good taste! She has the grace of a lady!" Mr. Song praised happily, but Zhuo Yifan and the other three felt a little confused.
"Old man, can I ask you a question?" Zhuo Yifan asked with doubts in his heart.
"What do you want to know?" Mr. Song slowly stood up from the stool, then walked to a circle of sofas, pointed at the sofas and said: "Sit down, everyone. If you have any questions, please tell me slowly! I have been paying attention to you kid for a long time.
But I haven’t had time to meet him yet. I finally got to meet my grandpa today! Yingjie, go make tea!”
Song Yingjie was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned gloomy. He wanted to hear what the old man and Zhuo Yifan had to say, but he didn't expect that he was asked to make tea! Wasn't this distracting him?
