There is a strong smell of books in the room.

When Song Qian looked up, he found that this was a relatively large study room.

After a brief glance, he happened to see Zhou Dongqing sitting in one of the seats looking at him with a smile.

As for the person sitting on the main seat, there is a man who looks somewhat similar to Zhou Dongqing, but has a completely different temperament.

"Are you Song Qian?"

The middle-aged man spoke, and the majestic aura on his body was vaguely intimidating.

An ordinary young man would almost lose his soul after entering the door of this villa.

But Song Qian stood in front of them. Not only did he not show any disrespect, but he smiled slightly and said, "I am Zhou Lin's friend Song Qian. Hello uncle."

With these words, he introduced his identity and said hello more casually.

Advance and retreat in a moderate manner, neither humble nor overbearing.

In contrast, Zhou Lin, who had not dared to look up at his father since he first entered the door, was in a terrible state.

When two people stand together, it just so happens that if there is no contrast, there will be no harm. This sentence is explained once again.

"How old are you this year?"

The man in the main seat nodded and asked again.

"Twenty years old."

Song Qian answered simply and without any delay.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone among the people standing in front of him chuckled, "Just about the same size as my yellow-haired girl."

The speaker's voice is relatively cheerful, and it sounds very informal.

Song Qian glanced at the other party secretly, it was really hard to imagine that such a beautiful daughter was actually born to him.

I’m afraid there’s no Lao Wang next door!

He thought to himself, but still said with a calm expression, "I am now fully focused on my career, and my studies have not been completed. I have to wait until these two things are completed before I can talk about our relationship with our children." .”

These words were considered a rejection of the Zhou family.

The Zhou family originally had good intentions, but they were rejected.

Suddenly, the room fell into a kind of silence, and the air was almost condensed.

"Father, uncle, I admire a man like Song Qian very much. He is not like his cousin, who is all just pretending!"

It was Zhou Jiaqi's voice that broke the silence in the room.

Suddenly, Song Qian felt that the atmosphere in the room relaxed a lot.

Compared with Zhou Lin's restraint at home, Zhou Jiaqi's status seems to be higher.

"We can't control young people's affairs!"

Zhou Dongqing suddenly spoke and covered the topic directly.

"I need Song Qian to help me plan the project I plan to do recently in Linjiang. If any of you scare people away, I will settle the score with you. It's up to you!"

His words were considered to be directly on Song Qian's side.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became much warmer.

While the meal was being served, Zhou Lin secretly leaned into Song Qian's ear and said, "I will obey you without any support. When those people outside saw my dad, they didn't even dare to take a breath. How dare you reject him!"

This is a bit exaggerated, but it’s not so scary!

Song Qian felt that Zhou Lin's father was actually a kind of stern, but still reasonable.

If he really was that kind of unreasonable person, it would have been better to just throw him out the moment he heard Song Qian's rejection.

How could I ask him to have dinner with me?

"Sit here!"

Walking to the dining table, Zhou Lin suddenly pushed Song Qian and pushed him to a seat.

Before Song Qian asked why, he felt a gust of fragrance coming from the tip of his nose.

He saw Zhou Jiaqi, who had already changed her skirt, sitting next to him, smiling lightly at him.

"Can I call you Brother Song Qian?"

The girl's sweet smile makes people want to hold the best things in the world in front of her.

Song Qian also had a moment of misunderstanding and nodded involuntarily.

When he came back to his senses and looked at the sparkling eyes in front of him, he wished he could give himself a slap.

Don’t flirt if you don’t like it!

This girl was so beautiful that he felt uneasy.

"If you dare to trick me, don't expect me to help you later!"

Song Qian kept a smile on his face, but in fact, when he turned his head, he threw away the warning words to Zhou Lin.

"A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist! Whether you can help or not is a matter for the future. Now, if you talk to my sister a few words, I will be happy for a few more minutes."

This guy was immediately alert and showed an innocent expression.

It’s really...

Song Qian didn't say anything more. By this time, dinner had already started.

As everyone ate, they started talking to each other.

But the topic was not about Song Qian, it was just about family property.

Zhou Lin was mentioned several times, but this guy was thick-skinned and he smiled playfully when he came to his senses.

Gradually the topic passed like this.

When resting at night, Song Qian was arranged to the guest room on the third floor.

This room has all the facilities. The only awkward thing is... there is no toilet!

"You didn't mean to mess with me, did you?"

Song Qian only felt that his head was full of black lines, and he smelled a lot of conspiracy.

Although he had some suspicions, after he sent a message to Zhou Lin, the other party replied that there was a toilet in the room diagonally opposite to his.

After receiving the news, Song Qian walked over with his own toiletries.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a very familiar fragrance.

Almost at the same time, he saw two slender legs swaying back and forth before his eyes.

The owner of this leg happens to be Zhou Jiaqi!

Is the Zhou family so in need of a son-in-law this time? Song Qian suddenly had a question in his mind, but he still said calmly, "Sorry, I went to the wrong room."

With that said, he was about to exit.

But the person on the clinker bed said matter-of-factly, "The other rooms are occupied, you just need to borrow a bathroom from me, it's not a big deal."

The little girl has a soft voice and a slim figure.

Most men really can't resist this temptation.

Song Qian silently exited the room and dialed Zhou Lin's phone number directly.

"Where is your room?"

He asked decisively.

Zhou Lin on the other side of the phone hesitated and said, "I'm not at home!"

If he hadn't heard the TV blaring, Song Qian would have really believed his lies.

"Oh, is it so?"

Song Qian was chatting with Zhou Lin while listening to sounds at the door of each room.

There were red-faced voices coming from one or two rooms, which almost made Song Qian give up his actions.

But soon, he found Zhou Lin's room.

"Dong dong dong——" Song Qian knocked on the door.

Zhou Lin on the other end of the phone didn't notice anything strange. He stood up and walked to the door, saying, "Let me open the door...ah! How did you know I'm here!"
Chapter completed!