Chapter 192: I have something

Feng Qianen talks a lot, and in most cases it is Song Yanqing who listens to him.
Feng Qianen only thought Song Yanqing was like this, but when he was talking to Qiao Jin, Qiao Jin should also be lazy, occasionally using two "um" words to perfuse others.
It was a virtue with his brother.
He knows why the other party can get along well with his cousin.
The eel rolls taste good, and the fruit sushi is also very delicious. Joe Jin had a good time.
After eating, Song Yanqing asked people to send Feng Qianen away, and he and Qiao Jin talked alone.
Two days ago, Qiao Jin mentioned something, Song Yanqing gave her a clear answer at this moment: "It's not appropriate for me to go to the spirit group."
Qiao Jin let out an "um" and turned his head to look at him without asking why.
Song Yanqing explained slowly: "I learned some information about the spirit group, and several families are involved behind it. The Song family originally did not mix these things. If I join the spirit group, people will be suspected of wanting to mix it with it. I have precautions, which is a little unfavorable for your plan."
Qiao Jin nodded, "That's true."
Song Yanqing smiled slowly: "But it doesn't matter. I have also arranged someone in the spirit group. You will know what clues I get by then."
Qiao Jin thought a little bit: "It's not that your Song family doesn't participate in these things, then how do you know the news of the spirit group?"
"Some things just didn't participate, so I ignored the clues. My father also learned about some spirit groups. After I knew it, he passed the thread in his hand to me."
In the past, Song Yanqing was not allowed to know these things, but now he knows them all, and there is nothing to participate in.
Qiao Jin suddenly.
Song Yanqing glanced at her: "Is today's sushi delicious?"
Qiao Jin: "It's delicious."
Song Yanqing pursed his lips and smiled: "You can come as you like in the future."
"Well, I will come often when I make money."
The food is delicious and the price is very beautiful.
A meal is the consumption of ordinary people for more than half a year.
For Qiao Jin today, it's too outrageous.
Song Yanqing laughed, "I can bring you to eat whenever you want."
"That won't work, some things need to be clearly distinguished." Qiao Jin shook his head: "I can't take advantage of you. I will ask you another day. I will make a lot of money soon."
Song Yanqing's expression became more gentle: "Okay."
He didn't ask Qiao Jin how to make big money, presumably she had her own considerations.
At this moment, Qiao Jin had a look.
"You put me down in front, I have something wrong."
Song Yanqing wanted to take her home. The car was still on the way. Although Song Yanqing felt a little strange, she didn't ask much, and only said, "Okay."
He asked the driver to stop on the street in front and watched Qiao Jin get out of the car.
Looking at the other party’s disappearing back, Song Yanqing thought slightly. The dim light from the street lamp outside the car window refracted, reflecting his perfect jaw line in an arc, and occasionally the sound of passers-by laughing and talking passing by the car window, Song Yanqing felt that Qiao Jin's departure is somewhat profound.
In the dim light, the man was silent for a while, and finally said, "Listen here for a while."
The driver replied respectfully: "Okay, Master."
There are not many expensive cars in the Imperial City, but now I see one parked on the side of the road, and passers-by took two pictures.
Song Yanqing raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was half past six.
His break time is approaching.