Gu Jingting picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said slowly, "Ms. Song seems to be very enthusiastic about making money. In front of the child, are you not afraid of teaching him bad things?"
The food in my mouth suddenly became tasteless.
Song Qiao put down her chopsticks and her smile became polite and indifferent again, "Mr. Gu, do you think making money is shameful?"
She didn't give Gu Jingting a chance to answer, and said directly, "But you are so busy every day, aren't you doing the same thing? The difference is that I don't make as much as you."
"So, I like money and want to make money, what's the problem? Why do you have to use such a condescending attitude to criticize my rights and wrongs?"
Gu Jingting paused in thought and looked at Song Qiao seriously.
She had no intention of eating anymore. She sat upright at the table and mentioned the topic just now. She was neither humble nor overbearing, and even had a faint smile on her lips.
At first glance, she looks like a lady in a lady painting, but she also looks very fake.
"Ms. Song is right, but I will not do anything to make money." Gu Jingting looked away, not wanting to look at the fake smile on her face.
Song Qiao found it even more funny, "Mr. Gu said, seize every opportunity and are unwilling to let it go?"
When she said this, even the curvature of the corners of her lips disappeared, and her face became tense, "I neither broke the law nor did I use any vicious methods. How can I be unscrupulous?"
Xiaotang sat next to him, listening to Gu Jingting's aggressive treatment of Song Qiao. His already very bad impression dropped to freezing point. He pursed his lips and poked the food in the bowl with the fork in his hand.
"Miss Song is very articulate," Gu Jingting said.
"That's more polite than Uncle Gu." Xiaotang finally couldn't help it and counterattacked, "Auntie, it's her own business to make money, and she hasn't hindered others. She's not like you who dictates things randomly."
Gu Jingting was choked twice in a row, and his face gradually became darker.
What's even more strange is that it was not because of the two people's rebuttal, but because the little kid opposite changed his words and stopped calling him daddy.
It was indeed nonsense before.
Gu Jingting's thoughts were disturbed, and his finger bones tapped on the table rhythmically, showing a bit of restlessness. For a long time, he curled his lips, and the smile did not reach his eyes.
"I made a random conclusion," he said.
Song Qiao couldn't tell that he didn't feel that way at all, but he couldn't force him to sincerely admit his mistake. He smiled perfunctorily and said, "It doesn't matter. After all, we don't have much contact with each other."
In other words, they are not even friends, so there is no need for her to care about her opinions.
After what happened just now, the mood of eating was finally disturbed. When Song Qiao picked up the chopsticks again, the food he ate was unpalatable, and he relied on perseverance to cope with the meal.
After the meal, she went to check out and unexpectedly learned that the bill was in Gu Jingting's name.
Gu Jingting slowly came over from behind, "This meal should be considered as my apology to Miss Song for my inappropriate remarks just now. Where are you going? I'll take you there."
I also know that what I said is wrong, and it seems that it is not so hopeless.
Song Qiao thought to himself, and what Gu Dajing once said flashed through his mind. He once felt that he had fallen into the eyes of money.
I don’t know if these men all think so, or if their thoughts are unexpectedly similar.
She shook her head and declined, "I won't bother Mr. Gu. I can just take a taxi myself."
Gu Jingting locked his eyes on her, "It doesn't matter, I happen to be free."
"It's really not necessary." Song Qiao shook his head firmly, bent down and picked up Xiaotang and walked out, "You have a lot of things to do, don't delay making money because of me."
If there hadn't been the previous conversation in the box, Gu Jingting might have thought she was being polite, but now... it was mostly sarcasm.
He was angry and funny. It turned out that she was not only greedy for money, but also petty.
Gu Jingting didn't like to have a hot face but a cold butt, so he left with Song Qiao.
A few minutes later, when he was about to leave, a voice came from behind him, teasingly, "The third brother is quite fast. He brought people to my place for dinner today."
"On another day, you won't be able to bring him to the brothers to recognize him?"
Gu Jingting turned sideways and watched Huo Jiangcheng coming around from behind the screen.
Today he was wearing a loose cotton and linen shirt and khaki trousers, looking gentle and casual, but the glint in his eyes completely exposed his true nature.
"It has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it." Gu Jingting said calmly.
Huo Jiangcheng pretended to be exaggerated, "That won't work. Your family has told me to keep an eye on you to get married as soon as possible. This is a rare goal, so I have to help you check it."
"I don't mind helping you close this restaurant later." Gu Jingting's voice was calm.
Huo Jiangcheng's confident appearance suddenly collapsed. He repeatedly begged for mercy, "No, I know I was wrong. I promise to cover up the matter between you and that little star."
Just kidding, let Gu Jingting take action. The restaurant he finally opened is designated as yellow.
Eating melon is delicious, but it can't compare to real money and silver.
Gu Jingting raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter, just say it."
Huo Jiangcheng felt a pang in his heart, regretting that he just ran to Gu Jingting and talked nonsense.
He hurriedly stepped forward and sent the person to the door, "What is the third brother saying? Why can't I understand it? If you have eaten, go and get busy."
After Gu Jingting finished scaring him, he left with leisurely steps. When he got into the car, his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
He looked at the caller ID, rubbed his head with a headache, and waited for a moment before answering, "Jing Ting, grandma had a dream last night. She dreamed that you brought me a granddaughter-in-law back."
"..."
It was a familiar formula again. Gu Jingting could already predict the conversation that followed, but he couldn't hang up and could only continue to listen patiently.
"Oh, I'm so happy. I woke up right from my dream." Old Mrs. Gu smacked her lips, "Who would have thought that there would be nothing when I woke up. I might as well have stayed awake all night."
Gu Jingting started the engine and answered in a familiar voice, "Then you can really only see your granddaughter-in-law in your dreams."
"Bah, you little bastard, stop cursing grandma me." Seeing that her plan was useless, Mrs. Gu exposed her true nature, "Old Mrs. Wang next door has three grandsons. I don't care. You must bring them to me before the end of the year.
A granddaughter-in-law is back."
"Otherwise, just wait until I take a hemp rope and hang yourself at your door."
Mrs. Gu acted vigorously and hung up immediately after speaking.
Gu Jingting listened to the busy beep on his phone and suddenly felt a headache.
Last time the old lady's method was to go to the company to cause trouble, but this time she wanted to hang him with a hemp rope. He seriously doubted that if he delayed it any longer, she would really do what she said.
As the car turned out of the alley, Gu Jingting glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw two figures standing face to face not far away.
Song Qiao held the hem of her skirt with one hand and nodded Xiaotang's head with the other. She spoke with a serious expression. She was too far away to hear the content clearly, but she was probably teaching him to run around.
