Sweet crazy!The abstinent tycoon spoils the queen as a delicate cub

Not interested?

No, Song Heqing was not interested at all.

The little highness who was supposed to be at home holding the warm and fragrant nephrite, telling stories to the little highness, listening to the little highness's coquettish grunts, but now facing an old man here, who would be happy?

He was too lazy to answer Bloomer's words, and there was no need to answer.

The Huang'anhui and the Song family have maintained a friendly cooperative and win-win relationship for more than ten years. Due to the special influence of the Huang'anhui, Bloomer has not met Song Heqing a few times in the past ten years, but he has a habit. Get used to observing other people, and then write down some of the things you observe.

But unfortunately, he didn't know much about Song Heqing's observation.

Song Heqing never showed his emotions or expressions, and his face was always indifferent to everything, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

At this moment, Bloomer was able to capture a trace of coldness from his dark black pupils by relying on his decades of experience in reading people and his unusually sharp eyes.

I thought about it.

He thought it might be the reason for those two idiots by the window. These two were the ones who robbed the Song family's arms, his nephew. On the road, what they did was to slap the head of the Song family in the face.

The Song family is mainly surprised if they are happy.

Leaving aside the status of these two idiots in the Huang'an Association, as the chairman, Bloomer can't let the two of them die to apologize without saying anything.

When the dishes are served, the box door is closed.

Bloomer raised his hand and made a gesture with the person at the door of the restaurant.

soon.

Two people carried a simple wooden box and placed it on the seat beside him.

Bloomer opened the box, took out the contents, and said, "I heard that Patriarch Song is interested in collecting antiques. As for me, I happen to have a few good things in my hand, but I don't know how to appreciate them. You need someone with insight." Therefore, it is appropriate to give it to the head of the family. "

"Look at it." He pushed a dark green jade pot over, "The thin-bodied jade pot more than 1000 years ago, with intertwined branches, I thought it was the same as the elegance of Mr. Song when I first saw it." It has a great scent!"

"There is also this ivory fan, hollowed out and round carvings, an exquisite work of art!"

"Especially the last one, the dragon-patterned glass, this one is just like Mr. Song..."

Song Heqing raised his eyelids, glanced at him lightly, stopped the hand twirling the prayer beads, and interrupted, "President Bloomer, the food is getting cold, we both know why you came today, we both Eat and talk."

"Okay, let's talk while eating." Bloomer couldn't figure out Song Heqing's mind. Hearing him say this, he intuitively told him that his two little nephews would not be able to escape today.

...

The two international tycoons ate the meal quietly. Half an hour later, Bloomer put down his chopsticks and looked at Song Heqing who hadn't touched the chopsticks much. Just about to speak, Song Heqing said in a gentle voice, "On the road The president understands the rules, and I also understand what you are here for today."

"Business is business, and rules are rules. Sorry, I, Song Heqing, have no compassion."

After saying that, Cheng You pulled out the gun from his waist and put it in Bloom's hand.

Bloom sighed, "Patriarch Song, you must know my relationship with them. If it was someone else, I would definitely hold their heads in my hand to make amends, but these two..."

After a moment of silence, "I heard that Mrs. Song is pregnant, so Patriarch Song treats it as the fetus in Mrs. Song's womb..."

Before Blumer finished speaking, standing by the window, the man who was close to him suddenly rushed up, snatched the gun on the table with lightning speed, and dodged in front of Song Heqing, separated by the long table. , right between his eyebrows.

It happened in an instant, and Cheng You's eyes sank, as if it was too late to stop it.

"Dewey! What are you doing!" Bloomer's eyes widened in astonishment, and he shouted, "Put the gun down!"