After lunch, Song Ruling was lying in the bedroom, worried about the past two days. When she heard the servant say that the teacher who was tutoring Yangyang was coming, she hurriedly got up, cleaned up briefly, and then went downstairs to meet the guests.

Song Ruling held the stairs and walked downstairs slowly.

The man in Zhongshan dressed in the air heard something moving on the stairs, turned around and saw an old lady coming down from above. He must be the hostess.

The Qi family's reputation is in City A. Although it is not well known to everyone, people with a little reputation or knowledge are already well-known.

He quickly stood up from the sofa, smiled and nodded at Song Ruling: "Mrs. Qi."

Although Song Ruling was worried, when the guests came, they could not show them a bad face. This would also damage the reputation of the Qi family, and it felt as if their family was so unattainable.

Accompanied by the servant, Song Ruling came down to the sofa and stretched out her hand: "Sir, please sit down."

The man in Zhongshan also stretched out his hand: "Madam Qi, please sit down."

Then he bent his hand and gently pressed against his abdomen. He waited until Song Ruling sat down.

Song Ruling only began to look carefully at the man sitting opposite her.

Although he was sitting now, when he stood up just now, he felt that he was about the same height as Qi Yemo.

Although his figure is not as stylish as Qi Yemo, this person looks even more burly, and even Qin Huo seems a little inferior even if he is by his side.

Looking at his facial features, although they are not as handsome as Qi Yemo or Qi Yan, they show a charming heroic spirit in his thick eyebrows and big eyes, which is different from Qi Yemo's coldness.

He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit and looked very capable when he was worn on a man.

After Song Ruling looked at him, although she still had a smile on her face, she also frowned secretly.

The man's body exuded no trace of pen and ink, but his body exuded a warrior's spirit.

She began to complain about Qi Yemo now, and he asked Qin Huo to find someone, not like a teacher, but like a flyover-style craftsman.

The keen gaze of the man in Zhongshan dress quickly captured the disappointment that flashed through Song Ruling's eyes.

He smiled slightly, took out a piece of information from his handbag and placed it on the coffee table.

"Mrs. Qi, this is my resume and academic certificate. Please check it out."

Song Ruling picked it up, took out two pieces and looked at it, and immediately looked at the person with admiration.

Master of double degree from California Polytechnic and PhD in economics at Harvard University.

He really should not behave like a person. Song Ruling was a little reserved to him, but now she is completely relieved.

She turned around and called the servant: "Go and call Yangyang."

The servant nodded and went upstairs to find Yangyang.

At this moment, Yang Yang was lying on the comfortable big bed, holding the game console and playing fighting games.

This is his favorite game. Sometimes he is fantasizing about when he can have this skill, so that he can protect his mother from being bullied, especially the bullying of the dead bird father.

He knew that the father of the Dead Bird asked the uncle to ask him to come in the afternoon, and he would seize the time to play quickly. There would probably be few happy days in the future.
Chapter completed!