Chapter 180: Little pitiful, cultivated (21)

After he finished speaking, he tried to restrain the corner of his mouth that he wanted to keep rising, and looked down.
The teenager was stunned by the sudden confession, but soon looked blushingly at the man's face.
Ming Zhe raised his eyebrows after reading the information on the phone, and returned the phone to He Qing.
The boy stared at him, "How is it, uncle?"
Although he had just been coaxed by his confession, the man still felt a bit sour when he saw his nervous look at the moment.
"Okay."
When he saw the boy, his eyes lit up in an instant, and Mingzhe felt more sour in his heart.
He said, glancing coolly at the phone in He Qing's hand, the magnetic voice was cold, "Like the plan he made, the company can do it alone."
Seeing the teenager dumbfounded as if looking at himself in disbelief, the man is sour and sour, "If you like this plan, in a few days, when you are eighteen, your uncle will take you to do it together."
The teenager raised his eyebrows, "Aren't Uncle Chuanjin with me?"
"He proposed this plan!"
Mingzhe's eyebrows cooled down, and the corner of his mouth that had just been raised fell long ago. He sneered, "I don't agree to cooperate with him. Do you still like me now?"
The juvenile looked at the man aggrievedly, and he bowed his head aggrievedly again, his voice timidly, like a mosquito, "I like it."
His beautiful, watery eyes lifted up, and he looked at the man. Among them, he was full of clarity and seriousness, "I speak well."
Mingzhe was so angry and funny in his heart that he reached out to mess with He Qingrou's hair, and he saw his obedient face looking at him dumbfounded, just because of the displeasure he had raised for Song Chuanjin.
Why is this child so good?
Even if he wanted to ignore his request, he couldn't do it.
"Okay." The man embraced the teenager, as if he couldn't sleep and coaxed him to sleep when he was a child, patting his back gently to appease him.
"Since A Qing let Uncle do it, then Uncle will do it."
"Are you happy?"
The boy who had been ready for the time he did not agree suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the man with a small face in gratitude. The voice was sweet, "Uncle, you are so nice."
Mingzhe embraced the boy and saw that he was admiring and dependent, and relaxed.
He gently patted He Qing's back and said seriously, "I promised you only, not for that plan."
The character of a man is not that kind of good deeds. He does good deeds. That is why He Qing must remember his feelings and know who he is for.
In the eyes of the teenager, the reliance is deeper, and the man embraces the man, his voice is like honey, "Uncle you are so good, I like uncle best."
After he finished speaking, he looked up and kissed the man's handsome face.
Although he has long been accustomed to A Qing's coquettishness from small to large, but this is the first time he knows his intentions, proactively kiss him.
"Just know."
Mingzhe's voice was calm, and his face spoke lightly.
Two earlobes, but quietly red.

Although Ming Zhe didn't look down on Song Chuanjin, he had to admit that the kid was a bit talented after seeing the plan.
Although the Song family's company is inferior to him by a little bit, it is precisely because of this that it is possible for both companies to achieve a win-win situation in that plan, which is already very powerful at his age.
Mingzhe appreciates talented young people, but he does not appreciate talented young people who covet cousins ​​of his family.
Therefore, although He Qing was promised, he had been very cold on the cooperation between the two companies.
Song Chuanjin has always behaved very indifferently. Even if Mingzhe himself did not come and sent a deputy general manager, he still did his own thing without any hassle.
Of course, a large part of the reason why Mingzhe did not go to the company was because he called He Qing every day.
The man had listened uncomfortably and confirmed that there was some gossip but he was not happy.
The teenager is so ignorant about this kind of thing. Song Chuanjin is not a fuel-efficient lamp at first glance. Mingzhe wants to stop it, but he doesn't know what position he should take.
If he can still assume the identity of an elder to control He Qing, but as the relationship between the two is determined step by step, it seems that the teenager will be eighteen. He really does not want to have a branch at such a critical moment.
"Really? Is there really that kind of flower?" He Qing leaned on the sofa and talked relaxedly to the person over the phone.
"Can that be tomorrow?"
"Thank you brother!"
Mingzhe carried the drinking glass as if passing by the teenager, and saw him happily hang up the phone, his face full of bright smiles, his eyes dark for a while.
"Song Chuanjin again?"
"Well!" Didn't notice the unpleasant tone of the people around him, the teenager happily said to Mingzhe, "Brother said he found a particularly beautiful flower, the leaves are pink, the petals are purple at the deepest, like a gradient The color is the same, layer by layer, especially beautiful!"
The expression of the man is getting deeper and deeper, "Do you like this? I can get you a car."
"no!"
The excited expression on He Qing's face became a little bit shy. He lowered his head slightly and said softly, "I want to use it to be useful."
Just a flower, no matter how beautiful it looks, what use is it!
Mingzhe took a sip of coffee, feeling bitterness slowly entwined in his mouth, and his heart began to bitter.
"A Qing, when did Song Chuanjin tell you this flower?"
The teenager was stunned. Although he didn't understand why he asked this question, he answered honestly, "Brother explained it to me."
"tomorrow."
At the moment, the man's eyes are no longer a haze, but a sandstorm.
Tomorrow is He Qing’s birthday. When will he give flowers badly? Send tomorrow!
Bad intentions.
He put down the glass and said lightly, "Tomorrow he may not be free."
The teenager looked up at the man suspiciously, "Why?"
Mingzhe took another sip of coffee. "Tomorrow is the day when I talk to him about the contract. He may not be free all day."
"what……"
He Qing's happy expression just changed, "Isn't Uncle free all day tomorrow?"
"No," Ming Zhe said, "I will be back in the evening, but A Qing, it is estimated that I will drink a lot of wine tomorrow, and Song Chuanjin may not be able to take the time to send you flowers."
After finishing talking, seeing the teenager seemed to be very lost, he squeezed his hands with the cup.
Sure enough, he still couldn't bear that Song Chuanjin!
Isn't he younger than him?
The Maotou kid won't do anything. What does A Qing like about him?
Thinking about it, the man almost didn't control the expression on his face. He tried to restrain himself and stood up.
"It's late, go to bed quickly."
The juvenile shrugged on the sofa, and the joy just now disappeared.
He also wanted to give his uncle the beautiful flower that Brother Chuan Jin said on his birthday tomorrow.
As a result, the uncle actually went out to socialize on his birthday!
The grumpy teenager got up and went upstairs, deliberately not saying hello when passing by the man.
Humph!
He is angry!
Mingzhe looked dumbly at the young boy's angry back, his face darkened again.
Is Song Chuanjin so important to him!
On the other side, Song Chuanjin is typing on the computer keyboard in the Songjia company's office.
A soft knock on the door came from outside the door, and he continued to beat without stopping, "Come in."
"Song Song, I'll send you a document."
The pretty woman came in and slowly put the file on the table.
Her movements were deliberately full, and her hands with beautiful nails moved slowly on the black table, reaching the man's arm, and gently touching it with a strong hint.
Song Chuanjin frowned sharply, his hands that had not been relaxed finally stopped, and Junxiu's face turned to look at the woman with displeasure.
"Assistant Joe, are you still in trouble?"
Qiao Qian raised her red lips, and today she wore a red dress specifically to make her figure with a bumpy figure more charming.
The woman's facial features are bright, and she smiles generously at Song Chuanjin. "Mr. Song, are you free from get off work tonight?"
Song Chuanjin's eyebrows were never relaxed. Seeing the woman's well-maintained nails, she was about to crawl up her arms and shake her hands.
His voice was still gentle, as if he were not angry. "Assistant Joe, I still have office. Please go downstairs and continue working."
After being rejected for several days in a row, Qiao Qian was already impatient. She withdrew her hand and her beautiful face sank.
"Song Song, you should know my purpose these days."
Song Chuanjin's expression also slowly sank.
He is not afraid that Qiao Qian has been so entangled, but she directly pointed out that it was not easy to handle.
Qiao Qian’s father is the company’s deputy general manager, and he can be regarded as a top half of the company. Before Song Father was still barely able to suppress him, when Song Chuanjin entered the company, a hairy boy in his early twenties, The vice president's mind inevitably became active.
He didn't think about replacing it, mainly because most of the company's shares were in Song Chuanjin's hands. Even if he wanted to take over, he didn't have that ability.
Then, the vice president thought of a roundabout way to let his daughter marry Song Chuanjin, wouldn't he be a family in the future?
This is why the daughter of the deputy general manager came to be a little assistant.
Song Chuanjin was aware of the vice president's thoughts from the beginning, but he was not stable at the moment and could not act rashly. He could only pretend that he could not notice anything.
But now, it seems that the deputy head of the family is finally unable to stand his indifference these days and will showdown.
Qiao Qian can't stand it anymore. She looks good and her family background. Since she was a child, she has been pursued by many people. Her father said that she wanted to keep her and Song Chuanjin together. Well, after having the ability, I slowly changed my mind.
She had talked to several men before, but none of them had the intention to be with Song Chuanjin like this, so she began to pursue generously.
At first, Song Chuanjin refused that she still felt challenged. After a few days, she was completely impatient.
"Mr. Song, you should know that it is a good deal to stay with me. When my father retires, I will be her only daughter. Not all the shares in his hands will be given to me."
"I married you, and you are yours. Are you still afraid that I won't help you?"
The implication is that when the two joined forces, Song Chuanjin would definitely take the advantage.
Song Chuanjin lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was still gentle and indifferent, "I already have someone I like."
Qiao Qian was stunned for a moment, and she could not help crying or laughing.
He had seen Song Chuanjin take over the company these days and he was very neat and savvy. He thought he was an old fritter.
As a result, he actually used this reason to reject himself.
The woman's lips have been slightly raised, her hands holding Song Chuanjin's table, a pair of beautiful eyes staring straight at him, "Song Song, who do you like, that is your freedom, I will not interfere with you. "
"As long as you and I sign an agreement, all future property will only be left to our two children."
"Even if I take it home, I will take good care of her."
Anyway, she doesn't have no men outside. The two of you are willing to buy and sell, and expect so much to do.
Song Chuanjin smiled, and when Qiao Qian thought he was going to agree, he got his rejection.
"Sorry, I don't have this plan."
"Okay!" Qiao Qian was turned into anger by being rejected again and again, "Don't regret it!"
Just as the woman was leaving, Song Chuanjin's cell phone rang, he looked down, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Assistant Joe." He stopped the woman who rushed to the door angrily.
After she turned around, her voice asked softly, "The proposal you just made may not be very suitable for me."
"But there is a person who must be suitable."
Qiao Qian's beautiful face was full of suspiciousness. She slowly walked over, "Who?"

In He Qing's small flower room, the young boy crouched pitifully in front of Hua Gu Duo, his face anxious.
Why doesn't it bloom yet, but he will have a birthday tomorrow.
He promised his uncle that he would be with his uncle tomorrow.
This flower was carefully selected by him, and it was also cultivated by him with a lot of heart. If it does not bloom again...
The juvenile grievously looked around the flower room, all eyes were dissatisfied.
That flower is too red, and the red uncle must not like it.
That flower is too pink, and the pink color is like the color the girl likes. How could his uncle like it?
And the flower, the color is pretty, but the shape is not good at all.
I wandered around, and none of them seemed to look good. The flowers I loved on weekdays seemed to be ugly.
No, it's not ugly.
He just felt that those words were sent to his uncle, and he could not express his likes to his uncle.
To send! The best is about to be sent!
It's a pity that Chuan Jin's flower can't be obtained tomorrow, or he will give it to his uncle, so beautiful flower, he must be very happy.
He Qing squatted down in the corner of the flower room like a little mushroom again, looking at the flower bone that said he would refuse to bloom, and wished he could help him break the petals by hand.
While tangled, the phone on the side rang.
The teenager answered the phone and heard that the sky was going to go out and did not have time to send him flowers. It was not surprising, but there was still a little loss in his voice.
"Thank you brother, when will you be free, I'll get it again."
He said, and looked at the flower bone that had not yet been opened, and his eyes were full of depression.
"If A Qing is in a hurry, Uncle Ming will have dinner with me tomorrow night, and I will ask him to bring you back, OK?"
Song Chuanjin's gentle voice came, and the teenager was anxious all at once, and refused repeatedly, "Don't want it, let me take it myself!"
If it's not unexpected, so rare and beautiful flowers must also be given to his uncle, if he was brought back by his uncle, how could he be so kind!
Thinking, He Qing said more nervously, "Brother, you remember don't let your uncle see the potted flowers!"
Song Chuanjin's eyes on the other side of the phone were heavy, and he agreed with a deep smile in his voice, "Okay, listen to us Aqing."
He hung up the phone and looked at a pot of flowers on the table. The color of the leaves was pink and the color of the petals was gradual. It was very beautiful.
At a glance, Song Chuanjin knew that He Qing would like it, and bought it at a high price just to please him.
result?
Thinking that the teenager was so nervous that he would not tell Mingzhe the existence of the potted flower, Song Chuanjin bowed his head expressionlessly, and pulled a wry smile on his lips.
Why are some people so lucky?
Obviously already got everything, why should he rob him?
Since this world is so unfair, it should be, he personally made it fair.
This night, Song Chuanjin did not return to the empty home where no one was, but just sat in his own office, facing the potted flower, and stayed all night.
On the evening of the second day, they had just finished their work and went to the hotel not far from the company as originally planned.
Song Chuanjin sat in his place, watching the people who could be regarded as his men all gathered around Mingzhe to offer their diligence, but none of them dared to toast.
Because the man just said, he doesn't drink much, so these people clearly know that Mingzhe's wine is not light, but they still dare not.
This is power.
Song Chuanjin came to the handsome man with two wine glasses.
"Uncle Ming, I have a cup for you."
Mingzhe looked at him dullly, without meaning to take the wine glass.
Song Chuanjin smiled a little embarrassedly and handed the glass forward. "You just take a sip."
"Thank you for your attention before, and A Qing, I wish you happiness."
Hearing the last sentence, the man's expression moved slightly and his lips twitched slightly.
He took a sip from his glass, his magnetic voice faintly, "Thank you."
"I won't drink too much. A Qing's birthday today, I will go back to accompany him later."
Song Chuanjin also looked at him and smiled, drinking his remaining cup on his head, and turned back to his seat.
When half of the banquet was over, and everyone was in high spirits, they found that Mingzhe was already drunk.
Everyone knows that he has a good drink, but he didn't expect to be drunk so quickly. Everyone looked at each other for a while and didn't know what to do.
Song Chuanjin also looked at him with some worried face, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. "It is estimated that Uncle Ming hasn't drunk for too long. He is drunk like this."
"I asked his family to pick it up, whoever helped him upstairs to rest for a while."
Soon, Mingzhe was properly placed in the upper room, and the people continued to drink with high spirits, but Song Chuanjin came to the corner with a gentle look, and called He Qing.
"Uncle is drunk?"
The teenager stood up in surprise, "I'll call the driver to pick it up, please trouble your brother."
"It's okay, Uncle Ming has helped me a lot."
Song Chuanjin drank too much wine, and his face turned red at the moment. He stood in the corner and said softly to the other side, "A Qing, I brought that flower. Will the driver bring it back together?" "
He Qing was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't think about insurance. What should I do if Mingzhe woke up and saw the potted flower.
He thought of the flower bones in the flower room that had not yet bloomed, and looked at the clock hanging in the living room.
Today is his eighteenth birthday.
If he went to the hotel to pick up his uncle, and then he took the flower back by the way.
When the uncle woke up, he put the flowers in front of him.
The teenager held the phone, the corners of his mouth could not be restrained, and he even showed two dimples on his face, which looked very cute.
"I'll pick up my uncle, brother, wait, I'll come over immediately."
"Okay, I'm waiting for A Qing."
Song Chuanjin smiled and hung up the phone, looking back to see that Qiao Qian was supposed to be sitting, but the empty seat at the moment, his eyes were even more tender.
Twenty minutes later, He Qing entered the hotel.
Song Chuanjin stood up with a smile, took him upstairs and explained in the elevator.
"Uncle Ming is in Room 811 upstairs and has been lying on it for half an hour."
"If he wakes up now, you will be a surprise when you come over."
He Qing nodded obediently, holding the door card in his hand, and slowly opened the door.
As you can see, the bed was full of surprises.