Chapter 521 A Night of Burning Passion (1)

Cheng Qingcong knew this habit of his. Many times when encountering such a situation, she would stand up and block it for him for fear of causing too much embarrassment.

This time was no exception, but as soon as Cheng Qingcong picked up the wine glass and before she spoke, Su Zhinian suddenly stretched out his hand, picked up the boiled water in front of him, clinked the glasses with the female secretary, and then swallowed the water gracefully. .

Although Su Zhinian didn't say a word, his actions still made Mr. Yang smile and Cheng Qingcong was stunned.

The sip of water he drank was not for cooperation, but for the female secretary's eyebrows, which looked a bit like Song Qingchun's.

Later, the female secretary toasted to him again, and he became the same Su Zhinian who ignored women.

Perhaps it was because the female secretary's facial features were so similar to Song Qingchun's that he missed her especially at the dinner table tonight.

I miss her, I miss that even though I know she is not in the Beijing Hotel, I still prick my ears and try to find her voice.

He listened through the noise at the dinner table for a long time, but did not hear her voice, but he heard another familiar voice.

Song Menghua's voice.

He was also at the Beijing Hotel, seemingly having a gathering with old friends he hadn't seen for many years, chatting about his children.

"My daughter just became the female anchor of TW Radio not long ago." Song Menghua's tone was full of pride.

"Oh oh oh, I know, I know, I saw the news, I didn't expect that after so many years, Lao Song, your daughter would be so beautiful."

Song Menghua laughed out loud after being praised, as if he was very happy.

"But, Lao Song, your daughter is not young at all, right? Is she married?"

"Not yet." Song Menghua replied with a hint of disappointment.

"Old Song, what's your tone? Are you worried?"

"Old Song, are you still worried? My daughter is so beautiful, why is it not easy to marry her?"

"Yes, the Song family is getting better and better now, so they must find a well-matched son-in-law."

"What's wrong with being well-matched? I'm not that particular about it." Song Menghua answered with a smile: "I only have one request, that is, he must be good to my daughter. As long as he is good to my daughter, I, the Song family, can give him anything." he!"

"I didn't expect that after so many years, Lao Song still dotes on his daughter so much."

"Lao Song, does your daughter have a goal? Does she need our help in looking for her?"

"That's not necessary, I already know it from the bottom of my heart, and you guys know that person." Song Menghua spoke mysteriously.

"who?"

"Stop being so pretentious, tell me whose son it is."

"Whose son could it be? It's Lao Qin's son!" Song Menghua said.

"Old Qin?" Someone asked back, and then said with a sudden realization: "I remember that the son of the Old Qin family was very talented and had a good relationship with Song Cheng. That one is called Qin, Qin Nan..."

"Qin Yinan."

When Song Menghua uttered these three words, Su Zhinian's hand shook, and the teacup in his palm suddenly hit the table hard.

The scalding hot water splashed up and landed on his rolled-up cuffs.

His fair skin was burnt red.

However, he seemed to feel no pain. He leaned on the chair and stared straight ahead, motionless.