When it comes to Shao Zhengxi, the man's deep facial features are obviously a little lower.

His arms were bent to support the armrest of the chair, and his gaze fell on the red light of the cigarette, "Shao Zhengxi is the stepfather of the seventh child of the Song family." ”

"What the fuck?" Qiao Mu was shocked.

Han Yunting's eyes behind the lenses instantly narrowed, "The Song family in Quancheng?"

Even if they are not in the same city, they have heard a little about each other's identities.

After all, the name of the Iron Lady of Quancheng is indeed loud enough.

The man bowed his head, and there was a gloomy light in his eyes, "Hmm." ”

Coincidentally, that is, when Xiao Qi had an accident at the event, he followed the relationship between Ji Suxin and Song Qiyu and found Shao Zhengxi's head step by step.

No wonder he deliberately promoted the cooperation between Xiaoqi and Song Qiyu again and again.

"It's actually his stepfather, Song Qiyu's father......"

At this point, Qiao Mu was silent.

He vaguely recalled that when he cooperated with the third child of the Song family, he seemed to have heard him say that Song Qiyu's father was the old lady's favorite son.

Later, it seems that he died in a plane accident.

More than ten years have passed, and Song Qiyu was young at that time, and he had left the Song family for a long time.

When everyone thought that he was abandoned by the Song family, he made a strong comeback.

During that time, he kept his head in the name of teaching, so that the entire Song family took off his guard against him, but he didn't know that he was the wolf who had been hiding in the shadows.

The third child of the Song family also completely lost the inheritance of the Song family because of his return.

Thinking of this, Qiao Mu looked at Qin Baiyu.

Now that the fourth child has already been investigated, he must know more than himself.

At that time, Qin Baiyu lit a cigarette with a cigarette, "Song Qiyu's father died less than two years ago, and his mother remarried Shao Zhengxi. ”

Han Yunting connected the matter, and after a little thought, he looked at the man with a serious face, "Song Qiyu has any thoughts about his younger siblings?"

What does he want to do? If he has an idea, what is his intention to smear her like this now? If he doesn't have an idea, is there a holiday between them?"

But even if there is a holiday, a big man uses such unsightly means to make a ghost behind his back, and the future heir of the richest man in Spring City is nothing more than that.

The man's eyes looked at Han Yunting deeply, he didn't open his mouth, and the bottom of his narrowed eyes was a faint ink.

Qiao Mu licked his back molars, and his eyebrows tightened, "No matter what he has in mind, in this situation, I suggest that you let your younger siblings consider coming to Qiao's as soon as possible."

I'm not using her to deal with Tiancheng, at least in the Qiao clan under my control, her safety is absolutely worry-free. Besides, if she leaves, it will definitely be a huge loss for Tiancheng. ”

"Well, I'll let her think about it. ”

got the man's approval, and Qiao Mu's hanging heart also fell to the ground.

In his opinion, one inkstone Shiqi is definitely worth the twenty artists who ran away from Qiao's.

Since Shao Zhengxi doesn't cherish his younger siblings, he would rather pay a high price to compensate for liquidated damages than dig her up.

Touching his cheese, no one can think about it.

......

That night, after Qiao Mu and Han Yunting left, Yan Shiqi came to the study with his slippers.

As soon as she knocked on the door, the man stepped out of it.

"Are you busy?" she stood at the door, smiling.

The man closed the door of the study, took her hand and walked to the bedroom, "Not busy, something?"

Yan Shiqi let him lead her, and when she stepped into the master bedroom, she smiled slyly, "There is indeed something." ”