Chapter 1679

"Well, according to the custom, the wedding should be held grandly."

"Since according to custom, the gift will be given to you sooner or later, Yijun, the Song family is in crisis, can I make an excessive request to you?" Song Kaiming looked at Jing Yijun with an unspeakable expression.

Jing Yijun picked up the soup and took a sip, "If you think it's too much, don't ask for it."

"this……"

Song Kaiming winked at Song Lingling, can't you say a nice word for me?

"The Song family is in crisis, and I can't help." Jing Yijun took another sip of soup.

"How come you can't help?" When it came to money, Ailian became more energetic and said with a thicker face: "Looking at the entire province and city, your family is the richest..."

"Yijun said that his uncle's family is richer than his."

"Don't hit your mother, it's rude!" Song Kaiming glared at Song Lingling.

At this time, Jing Yijun cast a cold look at him. Song Kaiming was stunned and quickly said with a smile: "Lingling, this child is too naughty sometimes and needs to be educated strictly."

Jing Yijun tilted his head and focused his eyes on Song Lingling's face, "Well, she is indeed naughty. Her naughty look is so cute. I like it."

Song Lingling held her face in her hands and looked at him infatuatedly. With such a talkative mouth and such gentle eyes, she would sink.

Song Kaiming was blocked again and was speechless.

Right to what?

People liked her naughtiness, what could he do?

Song Nuoyu's head was buzzing and her consciousness was a little blurry. She didn't even know what she was doing.

She was burned by the fire of jealousy and felt uncomfortable all over. She hated Song Lingling to death and wished she would die immediately!

Even if Jing Yijun fell in love with another woman, why did he fall in love with Song Lingling?

What's so good about Song Lingling? !

Ai Lian hated Song Lingling as much as Song Nuoyu. Just as she was about to ask Jing Yijun for money, she interrupted, making her now not sure whether to continue asking Jing Yijun for money.

She glared at Song Kaiming and winked at him, asking him to ask for money.

Whether Jing Yijun likes Song Nuoyu will be discussed next time. Song Kaiming's purpose tonight is to ask Jing Yijun for money to save the Song family.

Only the Song family is alive and well, and when it becomes bigger in the future and can be compared with big companies like Jiahua Film and Television, are you still worried that your daughter will not find a husband better than Jing Yijun?

Song Kaiming said to Jing Yijun with a cheeky smile: "The Song family is seriously short of funds. Only money can save it now, but the banks have stopped lending to the Song family. I have no choice but to ask you for money." Jun, if you marry Lingling, you will have to give a gift sooner or later, so just give me this gift and help me save the Song family, okay? The Song family is my life's work. If it goes bankrupt, how will I survive? Ah? Yijun, for the sake of me being your father-in-law, can you help me?"

Jing Yijun raised his eyes slightly and looked at Song Kaiming. His deep and gloomy eyes were penetrating, making Song Kaiming panic and unable to escape.

Ai Lian pursed his lips tightly and looked at him without daring to breathe. Can he help?

After a long time, Jing Yijun said calmly: "The gift money has been given to grandma."

When Song Kaiming heard this, he almost jumped up: "Why did you give her the gift?!"

"She is Lingling's only family member... Oh, there is also her uncle, but her uncle is still serving her sentence, so the gift money has to be given to her grandmother."

"What is your only family?" Song Kaiming was displeased, "I am Lingling's father, Yijun. If you don't want to admit it, I am also Lingling's father!"

"Are you...really Lingling's father?" Jing Yijun narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes cold and cold, which made Song Kaiming feel inexplicably shocked.

"I'm not Lingling's father. Whose father am I?"

"No need to ask, you are Song Nuoyu's father." Song Lingling rolled her eyes.

Song Kaiming looked at Song Lingling seriously: "Lingling, I know you blame me for being partial... In fact, dad is not partial either. I love you as much as I love Nuo Yu..."

"Come on. Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense. Why is Song Nuoyu gentle and considerate, with a sweet and soft voice? We go to the same school. How can we not know how she is usually? Why does she love me as much as she loves Song Nuoyu? Then You asked her to marry Zhang Hao? Zhang Hao is very good, but he is missing an arm. Also, can you do it by driving her out of the house and not giving her money? If you can't, don't say such things. Just tell me the amount, how much do you want Yijun to lend you?" Song Lingling interrupted Song Kaiming impatiently.

"I wonder how much Yijun can get?" After being interrupted by Song Lingling, Song Kaiming himself was unhappy. It was his subsequent words that reminded him not to be angry with Song Lingling at this time.

"Five hundred thousand?" Song Lingling said.

When Ai Lian heard this, he almost laughed out loud. He wanted to save the Song family for half a million?

You can't blame this bitch. She has no knowledge at all and is extremely shabby. Of course she thinks five hundred thousand is a large amount.

But for the Song family, half a million...

tip of the iceberg.

"Lingling, Dad's is a big company, not a small workshop. Five hundred thousand is not enough for a professional salary. It needs at least fifty million."

Jing Yijun raised his eyebrows subtly, "50 million?" That's a lot.

Song Lingling opened her mouth wide, "Fifty million?"

Oh my gosh!

"No." Jing Yijun directly rejected Song Kaiming.

Song Kaiming was startled, feeling that his ears had misheard, and looked at Jing Yijun in disbelief: "What?"

Jing Yijun put down his chopsticks and elegantly took out the paper to wipe his mouth: "Don't say 50 million, even if it is 5 million, I won't take it out."

"You, the dignified Young Master Jing, the successor of Jiahua Film and Television, can't afford five million?" Ailian looked at Jing Yijun in surprise.

"You can't understand people?" Jing Yijun raised his eyebrows and looked at Ailian sharply: "It's not that I can't take it out, it's that I don't want to take it out."

After saying that, he tilted his head and glanced at Song Lingling, "Give it to him."

"Okay." Song Lingling took out a check from her bag and put it on the table. She pressed it gently with her hand. Song Kaiming and Ailian stretched their necks and looked at the check with wide eyes, but the check was touched by Song Lingling. hands blocked them, and they could not see the amount.

Song Lingling looked at Song Kaiming deeply and said: "In the past, my mother would write down the money you sent to my mother in a notebook every month. Then you took me back to K City and arranged for my grandmother to spend it when she was hospitalized. I have written down all the money. I have written down the money you have sent to my mother over the years, the medical treatment you have given to my grandma, and some living expenses you have given me. The total is 130,000. The interest I earned is also included, here Two hundred thousand will be returned to you."

"Two hundred thousand?!" Song Kaiming's eyes twitched fiercely and he looked at Song Lingling in disbelief. Was she going to draw a clear line with him? Then she went to Master Jing's house to enjoy the good life, while he was here feeling sad because of the Song family?