Eden's uncertain voice came from the other side of the phone, "Miss Song?"
"It's me."
"What bastard who doesn't have eyesight dares to block Miss Song's way!" Eden's voice suddenly became tense and angry, "Miss Song, tell me their numbers, and I will deal with them seriously."
"That's not necessary. Can we leave now?"
"Of course, of course! Have a safe journey, Miss Song."
Song Jing hung up the phone.
The originally domineering armed soldier immediately put his legs together and saluted her, "Miss Song, thank you."
Although they don't know where this Miss Song comes from, her identity and background must not be simple if her superior is so careful to please her.
If Miss Song had reported their numbers just now, they would definitely have been punished.
Song Jing took Shi Yan's hand and turned around to continue walking forward.
"Are you familiar with Eden?" Shi Yan asked.
"Not familiar." The reason why Song Jing got Eden's phone number was to prevent this situation.
Shi Yan narrowed his eyes. The more he came into contact with her, the more secrets he found in the little girl.
Several people got on the plane. Qi Shang had booked business class, so Song Jing naturally sat next to Shi Yan.
Song Jing started to sleep as soon as he got on the plane and slept directly to the Imperial Capital International Airport.
Exited the airport.
Sha Manyin stopped and said, "Xiao Jing'er, I have other things to do, so I won't go with you."
Head of Song Dynasty.
Sha Manyin turned around and smiled at Qi Shang, "Brother Shang, see you next time."
"Goodbye." They had already exchanged contact information on the plane, and Qi Shang said, "If you need help, please contact me."
"Don't worry, I won't be polite to you." Sha Manyin waved his hand and stopped a taxi to leave.
"Brother Yan, I'm going back home first."
"Say hello to Mrs. Qi for me."
"Okay." Qi Shang also left.
"Where are we going?" Song Jing asked.
"Go back to the banquet house."
Head of Song Dynasty.
The two returned to the banquet house, and the housekeeper had asked the chef to prepare the meal in advance.
After dinner, Song Jing lazily hugged Yanzai and nestled on the sofa with Shizai, and took some paper and pen to draw something.
Shi Yan had business to do. He was going to the base and saw Song Jing drawing something, so he simply called Xiang Wenxing and the others to bring their work home.
Shi Yan came over after making the call, stood behind the sofa and took a look at what Song Jing had drawn in the notebook, "Parts?"
"Yeah." Song Jing raised his chin and looked at him, "Want to go out?"
"Don't go out. Let Xiang Wenxing and others bring the work." Shi Yan drove the kitten and wolf cub away, sat next to Shi Yan, peeled the grapes and fed them to Song Jing.
Song Jing moved his body to lean on his arm and continued drawing. He opened his mouth when the grapes were brought to his mouth.
This is what Xiang Wenxing and the others saw when they arrived.
Xiang Wenxing has been very accepting of the fact that Brother Yan and Sister Jing have completely transformed into their father's boyfriend when they are together.
But Jiawu and Jialiu, who saw Song Jing for the first time, were a little shocked.
When had they ever seen such a warm aura in their father?
"Brother Yan, Sister Jing." Xiang Wenxing stepped forward with a smile.
"Sit." Shi Yan raised his chin slightly and motioned for them to sit on the sofa opposite.
Xiang Wenxing sat down very naturally. Jiawu and Jialiu were stunned. Are they talking about business and handling work without avoiding Miss Song?
Song Jing also raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you going to the study?"
"No need." Shi Yan fed the last grape into her mouth, "You draw yours."
Song Jing moved his body, stood up from the sofa with long legs, "It affects my painting. You talk, I will go over there and paint."
Shi Yan raised his eyebrows. Was the little girl avoiding him on purpose? She didn't want to interfere with his work?
Song Jing casually found a section of the corridor and sat down on the railing. His signature pen was scribbling on the paper without making any mistakes.
Several pieces of paper, each with different parts drawn on them, combine to form a new aircraft graphic.
After finishing this painting, Song Jing painted another one.
Different from the previous carefully decomposed drawings, this design drawing is directly a complete aircraft model, but each part is labeled with names.
After Song Jing finished painting, Shi Yan and the others had not yet finished talking about things.
She put the pen and paper aside, took out her phone and started playing a game.
"Sister Jing, let's go." Xiang Wenxing waved to Song Jing.
Song Jing nodded indifferently.
Shi Yan came out, leaned over and picked her up, turned around and went into the house, "I'm going out for a few days."
"I have something to do too. Just wait." Song Jing picked up the book, tore out a few pages and handed them to him.
"What?"
"You'll know it when you see it."
Shi Yan put her on the sofa, then sat down and opened the drawing paper she handed over. A flash of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes, "M country's stealth fighter design drawings?"
Song Jing lazily hummed, moved his body to lie down, and put his pillow on his lap, "Take your time and watch, you're sleepy."
"Oh, by the way. Send this to the research institute for me." Song Jing lazily handed over another drawing.
Shi Yan raised his eyebrows and unfolded the drawings she handed over.
With the two drawings, it’s clear whether the work was done carefully or not.
"Lingyin Master, how much should I pay for such a detailed breakdown of a fighter plane drawing?"
Song Jing curled up the corner of his mouth and said, "Look around."
"Do you really want to transfer money? Can't you pay with flesh?" Shi Yan lowered his head and poked the corner of her mouth.
Song Jing opened his mouth and took a bite of his fingertip, "I used to transfer 110 million, but now I have to pay for it with my body. Master Shi, you are making it difficult for me to do this."
"Why don't you deny it first?" Shi Yan smiled and took out his mobile phone. "The transfer password has been changed to your birthday. Transfer it yourself."
"real?"
"Yeah." Shi Yan turned his attention back to the stealth fighter blueprint, "Just leave me some pocket money."
Song Jing opened his eyes and took the phone, "You want the blueprint of a stealth fighter, but I'm too lazy to find a way to stuff it under your pillow."
Shi Yan stared at the drawings to study, and after hearing this, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair twice.
Song Jing discovered that she could directly unlock Shi Yan's phone with his face. With a lazy smile in his eyes, he locked his phone and went to sleep.
The more Shi Yan looked at the fighter plane design drawings that Song Jing had decomposed, the more shocked he became.
It's so detailed, every part is decomposed accurately.
If you don't have research on fighter aircraft design, you will never be able to do this.
After Shi Yan read the drawings, he raised his hand and waved for A to come in.
A Yi stepped forward silently.
Shi Yan handed over the design drawing for the research institute, "Send it to the research institute, don't let their people find out who sent it."
"Yes, Master." A took the drawings and went to work.
"How much commission will the institute give you?"
Song Jing raised his hand and gestured with a number.
"They are still as stingy as ever." Shi Yan snorted coldly, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Song Jing responded lazily and turned over on his lap, "I'm sleepy. Carry me to sleep."