"Since Brother Song Yun, you want to provide me with convenience, I won't say anything else. If you have the opportunity to come to Pudong in the future, although Southern Jiangsu is also a big place, compared with Pudong, the limited surname is still quite big. Young people like you have to go out. According to the words of the older generation, it is called rushing out of China and going to the world!" Baihu said with a smile, and he could see that he was very happy.

Baihu really has reasons to be happy. On the one hand, with Song Yun's promise, if Baihu sells goods from southern Jiangsu in the future, he will get a lot of convenience from Song Yun.

Although Song Yun said he would not help him, Baihu felt that if he had taken goods from other people's territory, he would charge you some benefits. If he encountered a little bit of bad intentions, he might have to deduct some of your goods, or take up a share of yours, so that you would naturally earn less money.

Song Yun not only did not want any benefits, but even opened the door of convenience so that the Shura League's personnel in southern Jiangsu would not interfere with Baihu's subordinates to transport goods from southern Jiangsu. This was a huge benefit for Baihu, so Baihu couldn't help but be unhappy.

"I must go to Pudong." Song Yun touched his nose and said, "I heard that the most authentic and delicious woman in Pudong has, I must try it if I have the chance."

"Ah?" Baihu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "You, you, Ergou was exactly the same back then, but later your father found your mother, so he wouldn't be in the romantic field. You are fine now, and no one cares about you. As long as you want to play, as long as you come to Pudong, I can take you to play the most authentic Pudong local woman. Her shy appearance is not something you can imagine. Also, Pudong and Shenzhen are close to you, and you can also play the best Yangzhou thin horse in Pudong. Anyway, that's the saying, if you come to Pudong, I will make you worthwhile."

"It's a matter of determination, Brother Baihu!" Song Yun said with a bottle of wine.

"A word is determined!" Baihu and the same person touched Song Yun with the wine bottle, then raised their heads and drank them all.

And at this moment, the door of the private room was opened from outside.

Song Yun put the wine bottle on the table, then turned his head, with a full smile on his face, "Qingluan, why are you here?"

"I just came back from Sister Que when I was idle." Qingluan walked in from outside the door and said softly. "Your uncle has left, and I said you can go to Yanjing first and wait for you."

"I understand!" Song Yun stood up, walked to Qingluan, and said diligently, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay." Qingluan shook her head and followed Song Yun to the sofa to sit down. The white tiger, who was originally a heroic face, was slightly stunned when she saw Qingluan, and then smiled, "This is one of the daughters-in-laws of the Song family designated by Mr. Song himself?"

"You are the white tiger, right?" Qingluan had a faint smile on her face, "The name of the white tiger is very famous!"

"I dare not be a saint. Compared with the saint, I, the White Tiger, is just a country bumpkin, the second in the dragon list, but actually has the strength of the God of War. He is really like a fairy in the sky, so that I ordinary people can only look up to you!" Bai Tiger said with a smile.

"Haha, what about the Dragon List of War Gods? Those are all idle people making fun of it." Qingluan said, "I am just a member of Kunlun and the Song family now, that's all."

"Indeed, if you are here in the Song family, no one dares to make an idea for at least fifty years! Brother Song Yun is such a blessing! There is only one woman like a saint I have seen in my life." Baihu said seriously.

"Who?" Song Yun asked curiously. These days, it is as beautiful and simple as farts, but it is very difficult to have temperament. If you have the temperament of Qingluan, you can only find it in the novel. Besides someone, there is no one who can write about a woman with this temperament.

"That's your mother, black hair." Baihu's face was filled with emotion, "In the capital, your mother's black hair was called a fairy, and her temperament was exactly the same as that of a saint, even more than that!"

"My mother?" Song Yun couldn't help but see in his mind that when he was a child, he would use a feather duster to beat his woman with a feather duster. Although his mother looked pretty, her temperament was not comparable to Qingluan's surname! "

"That's right!" Baihu said seriously, "Your mother was called a fairy in Beijing, Tianjin, and even in the north, and her temperament was unanimously recognized by everyone! There was a saying at that time: There was a saint of Kunlun in the west and a fairy in Beijing in the north. Looking at the entire China, your mother was one of the best women!"

Song Yun touched his head embarrassedly, and never expected that his mother would be such awesome person like his father. But he was just praising his mother for a long time. Should he be more modest or more modest?

After Qingluan came, she didn't say much. She just listened to Song Yun and Baihu chatting. From this, she could see the difference in identity between Qingluan and Lin Yu. Lin Yu didn't even have the power to listen to Song Yun and Baihu's speeches, but Qingluan could interject a few words from time to time, and Baihu had to listen carefully!

After about an hour passed, Song Yun and Baihu had initially reached certain agreements on some related matters. For example, if Song Yun encounters something that cannot be solved in the future, he can ask Baihu for help, and then the two organizations fall in love with each other and move towards a better tomorrow. Anyway, Song Yun is not a fool. This thing sounds false. If everyone does it seriously, then it can become a reality.

After talking about the matter, Baihu was not interested in staying here anymore. He could not say that he could stand up and leave the private room with Song Yunqingluan. Outside the private room, Lin Yu looked at Zhu Yeqing with admiration. Song Yun was a little surprised whether this woman would have been brainwashed by Zhu Yeqing's monster. He wanted to ask Zhu Yeqing, but Zhu Yeqing looked at him charmingly and left with Baihu, almost without asking Song Yun.

"Song Yun, I'm back by myself. You can send this sister home!" Lin Yu didn't feel anything else when she saw Song Yun and Qing Luan standing side by side. Song Yun was not a stallion, nor was she a handsome guy, so she couldn't be as bright as some brainless novels, and then no matter what beauty saw him, she would be as happy as a deer.

Seeing Lin Yu leave like that, Song Yun felt a little emotional. His protagonist's halo is still not strong enough.

"What, can't bear to bear?" Qingluan chuckled.

"Tsk, there's nothing to be reluctant to let go. I still know how much I weigh myself. The situation of loving someone when I see someone, I will never appear in my life."
Chapter completed!