Reborn in the 1980s: The Rough Man Brother Loves Me So Much

Looking at the rigorous group in front of her, it felt like he had a younger face, a fair-skinned man in his twenties without beard.

Ling Ju rubbed her eyes and looked up again. She was still young and rigorous. She was a little confused.

Yan Jingqun saw her eyes were dazed and kept rubbing her eyes, "What's wrong with Orange?"

Ling Ju looked at the rigorous group again, and saw that the rigorous group already had beards.

"I don't know. I just looked at Brother Yan just now and I feel a lot younger. Maybe I haven't slept well these past few days and I'm a little bit off."

"Go sit for a while."

Ling Ju sat on the sofa and rested for two minutes before returning to normal.

It felt like my brain was covered with a layer of paste just now.

"Brother Yan, I'm fine."

"Okay, don't think blindly about Jingfeng. That Wang Xueqing is not that capable. Don't have any contact with him either. That person is a real villain."

"Yeah, I understand. Brother Yan, I'll go back first. Maybe I'm a little tired because I haven't had a good rest in the past few days."

"Okay, I'll take you downstairs. Was it Chen Yun who sent you here?"

"Correct."

Before Ling Ju left, she still went to Yanjintang's room to take a look. The slow red aura had been like this for many days, and she didn't know what the red aura meant this time.

"Aren't my uncle and parents here?"

"Well, my parents can't eat or sleep well here these days. I asked them to go back to the compound. In Lao Wu's current state, they are just worrying and unable to help here. If you are busy, why not go back.”

"That's right, otherwise it would be just too anxious to watch."

After Ling Ju left Yan's house, Yan Jinqun went directly to make a phone call.

After the beep sounded, a gentle male voice said, "Hello, Song Zhiqing."

Yan Jingqun smiled and said, "It's me, Zhiqing. By the way, I want to tell you something. Your niece-in-law came over just now and asked me about Wang Xueqing from Jingfeng Hotel. That soft-hearted man invited your niece-in-law to dinner. You cooperated, but later you threatened your niece-in-law, saying that she would buy her store, and if she didn't sell it, her son would lose maternal love. "

Song Zhiqing twitched the corner of his mouth, "Oh, from Jingfeng Hotel?"

"No, Orange is so scared that he is a little out of his mind. He was stunned when he talked to me just now. I told you this matter, you can do it! I was thinking about how to deal with it, but I was afraid that your niece-in-law would meet me. That's why I called you."

"Okay, I understand, thank you. I'll handle this matter. Don't worry about it. Just take care of Lao Wu."

"I'll add one more thing when I'm waiting for Zhiqing. I remember Wang Xueqing's son is in your bureau. I think his name is Wang Jishen?"

Song Zhiqing thought for a moment and said, "You are indeed well-informed. You seem to be such a famous person."

"Juzi said that the Wang family were all there during lunch, but Wang Jishen left after eating and did not participate in the conversation."

"Okay, I understand. I'll go to Jingfeng tonight. But if you have nothing to do, come with me. We haven't seen each other for a long time, so just treat it like I'm inviting you to dinner."

Yan Jingqun thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you when you get off work."

Song Zhiqing hung up the phone and closed the documents on the table.

He leaned back in his chair and turned his pen, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

He has heard of this Wang Xueqing.

The Jingfeng Hotel originally belonged to the Zhao family, but was eaten by Wang Xueqing.

It would be impossible for him to seize this family fortune by himself. There must be someone helping him behind the scenes.

Even though he knew Ling Ju was from the Song family, he still dared to threaten him in front of the interviewer. He couldn't believe that no one was behind it.

Song Zhiqing called Song Qi again, specifically calling Song Qi's office number.

Song Qi quickly picked up. After Song Zhiqing finished recounting what happened, he said that he was going to Jingfeng for dinner with Yan Jinqun in the evening.

Song Qi was silent for a while, then looked at the time and said, "Second uncle, I will go with you tonight."

After Ling Ju returned home, Song Qi, who didn't wait until it was time for dinner, ate first and then took the child back to the room to rest.

The rigorous group over there took Song Zhiqing directly to Jingfeng, and had already found someone to book a box.

His people said that seeing Wang Xueqing stay in Jingfeng in the afternoon and never leaving, it would be easy to handle.

When the two of them arrived at Jingfeng, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, just in time for dinner. The whole restaurant was brightly lit, and there were several government cars parked outside. It looked like a place where government officials often come.

As soon as they entered the lobby, two young and beautiful waitresses greeted them.

The smile was very sweet, "Hello gentlemen, do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, rigorous group."

After Yan Jingjin reported their names to the group, the two of them became even more serious, "It turns out to be Mr. Yan. You two gentlemen, please come upstairs."

The waitress took the two people directly to the VIP room on the third floor and chose a private room inside, which was very private.

Two people in strict group leadership were guarding the door of the private room. They were dressed in black and looked serious and difficult to contact. The waiter did not dare to neglect and quickly served the best tea.

"Little girl, we have another person coming soon. He is a soldier. He is tall. If he comes, just bring him up."

"Ok, no problem."

Song Zhiqing sat down and wiped his hands with a hot towel.

"The people who are supposed to come will come to us later."

"No, just wait and see. I don't think your nephew will give him good things to eat."

Song Zhiqing laughed twice, "He has provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked. He even dared to threaten my niece-in-law."

"He was testing your family's attitude towards oranges."

The private rooms in Jingfeng are also decorated in a typical Chinese style, but because the entire hotel is a bit old, some of the furnishings are not particularly new and have a slightly dated feel.

About ten minutes later, Song Qi also arrived. I still brought Xu Chen with me.

Order, serve, combine together, service is attentive, and the food tastes great.

As soon as a few people moved their chopsticks, they heard hurried footsteps outside the corridor. Song Zhiqing glanced at the rigorous group and saw that the person who was supposed to come was here.

There was a knock on the door, "Mr. Yan, Boss Jingfeng is looking for you."

The rigorous group said, "Let him in."

Then the private room door was opened by people from the strict group, and Wang Xueqing and Wang Jishen came in from the door together.

Before entering, Wang Xueqing glanced at the person guarding the door several times, and wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"Oh, I didn't know that Mr. Song and Mr. Yan came over, and they were far away to welcome you!"

None of the three people sitting there moved.

Didn't say anything either.

Wang Xueqing pulled Wang Jishen, who had a Mediterranean hairstyle and a pair of glasses on his face. His sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked face looked full of evil intentions, "Minister Song, Mr. Yan, what kind of wind is blowing you two here today? I This little shop is really brilliant! And this is General Song’s beloved son, Song Qi. He is indeed a son of a tiger father, and he looks like a young and promising general in the army!”

Song Qi took a bite of green vegetables without even looking at him, "Well, what's the matter with you?"

Wang Xueqing did not expect that Song Zhiqing and Yan Jingqun ignored him, and Song Qi was the only one who spoke for a long time.

But the momentum of this young man was no less than that of Song Zhiqing and Yan Jingqun, as well as the solemnity and solemnity of a soldier. As soon as he sat there without raising his eyes, he felt that his legs were shaking.

This errand is really not a good one.

"It's not like my son works under Minister Song. I heard from the girl in the store that Minister Song came here to eat, so I just wanted to say hello."

Song Zhiqing smiled slightly, and deliberately exuded a gentle spirit, "The news is quite sensitive, we are just having a private dinner. Well, since you have come to say hello, don't stand around, add two dishes, and let's eat and drink together. !”

Wang Jishen's eyes were bright. Before his father Wang Xueqing could say anything, he agreed repeatedly, "No problem, Minister Song. I'll ask someone to add a few more dishes right away. I'll also ask someone to serve two bottles of good wine!"