Song Qianqian thought for a while, then shook her head, "My mother won't worry if I don't go back to sleep."
Shang Dynasty was stunned for a moment.
Because at his current age, he is neither a child nor a parent, so he has not considered this aspect at all.
Now when I think about it, how serious a matter is it in the eyes of the parents for her child, who is only twenty years old, to stay out at night?
"I didn't think carefully." He said in a deep voice, then put down the painting and sent her back to the alley in person.
The dilapidated house of the Song family had dim lights on, but it was very quiet.
Earl Song is hospitalized, Song Jinuan is not living at home, the second child is in art school, and the third child is still working overtime in the clinic, so Song Yu is alone.
When Song Qianqian entered the door, Song Yu's lonely face suddenly turned into a warm smile, "Qianqian is back?"
"Mom, why don't you go to bed so late?"
Song Yu took her hand and walked inside, "I'm not sleepy. It's early. The third child will probably need some food when he comes back soon..."
Just as he was talking, Song Yu noticed Shang Chao and paused, "Who is this...?"
When Song Yu saw that the Shang Dynasty was not an ordinary person, his nobility was incompatible with the old alley.
"Hello, aunt." Shang Chao spoke politely first.
Just as he was about to introduce himself, Song Qianqian frowned slightly and said casually: "I'm not really a friend. I'm not very familiar with him. I just gave him a ride on the way."
Shang Dynasty:...not familiar?
Hmm, it seems so.
Song Yu smiled at Shang Chao, "Why don't you go in and sit down?"
Song Qianqian refused for him in a low voice: "No, Mom, the big Buddha can't get used to our small temple!"
But when the Shang Dynasty heard about it, his eyebrows were a little deformed. How old was he?
Song Yu had no choice but to change his mind: "That's true. Then you give it away to someone else. I'll send you back after all! It's too dark in the alley."
She nodded, "Okay."
In fact, Song Qianqian only sent him to the alley at the door and prepared to close the door and go back.
Before Shang Chao even took a step forward, he turned sideways and looked at her, "Will I pick you up tomorrow morning?"
"Okay."
Song Qianqian nodded several times. From the Shang Dynasty's point of view, he just wanted him to leave quickly.
Just when he was about to say goodbye, she said: "Gu Xue'er calls you seventh uncle, so you are of the same generation as my mother. It's not appropriate to call you aunt, right?"
This unprovoked sentence distracted Shang Chao, and the wooden door was closed in front of his nose.
So this is what she said he was?
He called her aunt according to her identity instead of according to his own seniority. She saw through her intentions?
Shang Chao looked at the door helplessly, always feeling that when he tried to get closer to her, the little kid pushed him out desperately.
The Shang Dynasty had never met a woman who was not attracted to him.
Unless that woman doesn't like men.
Don't like men?
This thought suddenly popped up, and Shang Chao paused for a moment before opening the car door, thinking that she had always maintained a tomboy hairstyle and clothes...
"Buzz!" His cell phone vibrated, interrupting his thoughts.
The man got into the car, put the Buddhist strings away, and turned on Bluetooth.
"Hello?"
"Seventh Brother, prepare to release me tomorrow." Zhan Liunian's voice was of course referring to Earl Song.
Shang Chao drove the car out of the hutong community and onto the main road. He said in a steady voice, "I advise you not to meet Xiang Dingzhou."
Zhan Liunian was in a good mood and laughed, "I have never seen you so timid! Just be optimistic about it tomorrow. From now on, Sichuan Capital Bank will be a different place!"
The Shang Dynasty raised his eyebrows slightly. Is it sunny day or dusk day?
"If you don't go tomorrow, or go to Xiang's house later, I can still save you." Shang Chao said, "Tomorrow morning, I will take the painting to Xiang's house."
When Zhan Liunian heard this, he was instantly unhappy.
"Uncle Qi, what do you mean?" The voice became unfamiliar.
Although they were not close brothers, they were still friends. The Shang Dynasty's behavior was undoubtedly an insult to him.
Shang Chao still said the same thing: "I have been eyeing the Xiang family for a long time, and I cannot give up this opportunity easily. As for you, apologize to me honestly, and I will help you find another way in the future."
After all, Zhan Liunian is young and energetic, "Just wait and see who wins!"
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The next day, just after breakfast time, Shang Chao was waiting at the entrance of the alley.
The car was parked outside and he walked in.
When Shang Chao saw her, he asked, "Were you not injured last night?"
Song Qianqian was a little confused, "No, what's wrong?"
Shang Chao curled his lips slightly, "It's okay."
Xi He said something to him, but he didn't express his opinion at the time, but now he looked at her with a more probing look.
When Song Qianqian got into the car, she saw the painting placed on the back seat. Shang Dynasty specially added a brocade box to it, which seemed to attach great importance to it.
The car went directly to Xiang's house.
Xiangjia is located in one of the earliest villa areas in Haicheng, Huazhong Garden.
The villa area is unparalleled in its grandeur. To put it simply, you can feel the aura of wealthy people as soon as you enter.
Xiang Tianhe was waiting at the door. This was the first time Uncle Qi came to his home, so he had to greet him!
Then Xiang Tianhe glanced at the person in the passenger seat who was his girlfriend's exclusive seat, and subconsciously said: "Why is Song Butt here too?"
Song Qianqian just opened the car door and cast a confused look.
Xiang Tianhe was also glanced at by Shang Chao, and he immediately pursed his lips, smiled "haha", and instantly said with a strong sense of welcome: "Welcome~!"
The Shang Dynasty did not let Xiang Tianhe take that painting, but let her hold it.
Xiang Tianhe had no choice but to retract his hand and silently lead the way.
I murmured in my heart: I haven't seen you for a few days. Uncle Qi has changed his mind. Has he fallen out of favor?
"By the way." When Xiang Tianhe was about to enter the door, he remembered: "My dad also had guests visiting this morning. He hasn't left yet, so he should stay for dinner."
Shang Chao's eyebrows were slightly furrowed. It seemed that Zhan Liunian not only didn't listen to him, but also came here early in the morning?
As soon as he entered the door, before he could see the living room, he heard Xiang Dingzhou saying repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"
Xiang Tianhe's eyebrows flew up in surprise, and he complained in a low voice: "My dad hasn't been so happy in thirty years? Those who didn't know better thought he had taken a concubine!"
Song Qianqian couldn't help but smile, this was really his biological son.
But Xiang Tianhe is telling the truth. Although their family is not short of money, gold, silver and jewelry, they are short of popularity.
In his impression, his father Xiang Dingzhou had never smiled. His face was like a mask welded on, and he was unsmiling.
After entering the living room, Xiang Tianhe became meek and said, "Dad, Uncle Qi is here to see you."
Xiang Dingzhou turned around and looked, the smile on his face almost disappeared. It was obvious that he was only friendly to people who made him feel good.
Just one sentence: "Master Shang Qi is here!"
Shang Chao twisted the Buddha string behind his hand, moved his body slightly forward, and accommodated Xiang Dingzhou's height of 1.65 meters. He stretched out his hand and shook it, "Mr. Xiang, you're welcome."
When Zhan Liunian saw them coming in, his eyelids twitched and his eyes were fixed on the painting box held in Song Qianqian's arms.