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Yan Shiqi just got out of the car, and the mobile phone prompt sounded.

She glanced at WeChat, it was Qin Baiyu's news.

Yu: Arrived?

Yan Shiqi subconsciously glanced at Mu Yi, who looked at the front intently, only the afterglow swept to her look, and couldn't help but flash.

She shook her head with a smile, poked her fingertips at the screen and replied: It's here, don't worry, don't read it.

The man did not reply to the message, and after that, Yan Shiqi took a short rest in the hotel, and at a quarter past five, he changed into a Chinese-style cheongsam and drove to the Song family's old house accompanied by Ling Zihuan.

As the richest family in Quancheng, I heard that the Song family's industries spread throughout the city, from tourism to retail.

The Song family mansion is located in the southeast of the center of Quancheng, surrounded by mountains and forests, with gurgling streams, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, like a plugged in the south of the Yangtze River, quiet and comfortable.

The car slowly drove along the river to the entrance of the old house, the classical gatehouse stood in front of it, and two red lights were embellished on the corner of the gatehouse, and the ancient and heavy historical heritage came to the face.

"Wow...... Seventeenth sister, I heard that the history of the Song family in Quancheng can be traced back to the former Ming Dynasty, and many generations of ancestors were born as noble merchants!"

Ling Zihuan was wearing a chiffon dress, with a ponytail on her head, lying on the car window and holding her face and sighing.

Licheng's high-ranking families abound, but compared with the Song family, it seems to lack the connotation of the times.

As the car drove into the entrance building, the ancient trees on both sides were decorated with red silk lanterns, as if stepping into the courtyard of the ancient dynasty, making people forget the present era in a trance.

The Song family is indeed not ordinary.

Yan Shiqi's gaze swept by the scenery, and inadvertently thought of Song Qiyu, no wonder he was full of scholarly and knowledgeable temperament, he must have been born in such a family, he has been exposed to it since he was a child, and it is not an exaggeration to be full of poetry and books.

Bypassing the forest road, there is a courtyard with a wide view in front of you, and there are many luxury cars parked in the huge parking lot.

Mu Yi opened the car door, Ling Zihuan jumped down first, stood beside him and blinked, snorted softly, turned his head and got out of the car with Yan Shiqi.

In front of you, there is a garden begonia gate, connected to a long and quiet corridor.

The two waiters in front of the door were receiving the guests, with a respectful and cautious attitude.

Yan Shiqi looked around slightly, holding the skirt of the cheongsam with his fingertips, and walked into the depths of the court door with a slender figure.

Beyond the Begonia Gate, is a vermilion tile green wing, today's Yan Shiqi wears a red blue ink cheongsam, walking in this antique building complex, such as a time of beauty through time, stepping on the dawn.

Even Ling Zihuan, who has a lively personality, has restrained his temper and paced quietly in such a charming mansion.

"Seventeenth sister, there is someone ...... ahead"

In the distance, at the end of the corridor, a backlit figure stood, a white shirt, a dark gray vest, slender trousers, and in a little halo, the silver chain pocket watch hanging from his breast pocket shimmered darkly.

Yan Shiqi's pace approached, and only then did he recognize Song Qiyu's handsome face.

She stepped forward in a calm manner, and after standing still, she smiled lightly, "Teacher Song, meet again!"

The Song Qiyu in front of him is no longer a pair of deep black-framed glasses, the delicate gold wire frame disc mirror frame is on the bridge of his tall nose, and with his dress, he looks like a handsome son in the troubled times of the Republic of China.

Song Qiyu smiled on his lips, quietly observing Yan Shiqi's dress, and surprise flashed from the bottom of his eyes, "I'm here in a hurry, it's hard!"