This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 98 Hard work!

  Yuebai Hotel.

  Yan Shiqi just got out of the car, the phone prompted the sound.

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

  聿: Arrived?

  Yan Shiqi glanced at Mu Yi subconsciously, while the latter looked forward intently, only the leftover light swept her attention, and she couldn't help flashing a flash of light.

  She smiled and shook her head, poking her fingertips on the screen and replied: It’s here, don’t worry, don’t read it.

  The man did not reply to the message again. After that, Yan Shiqi took a rest in the hotel. At a quarter past five, he changed to a Chinese cheongsam and drove to the Song’s old house accompanied by Ling Zihuan.

  As the home of the richest man in Quancheng, I heard that the Song family’s industries spread throughout the city, ranging from tourism to retail.

  Song Family Mansion is located in the peninsula group southeast of the center of Quancheng. It is surrounded by mountains and forests, and the stream is rushing. It is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, like a place stuck in the south of the Yangtze River, quiet and peaceful.

  The car drove slowly along the river to the entrance of the old house. The classical gate tower stood in the front, and two red lights were adorned on the corner of the gate tower. The simple and heavy historical heritage came to the face.

   "Wow... the Song family is really extraordinary! Sister Seventeen, I heard that the history of the Song family in Quancheng can be traced back to the pre-Ming Dynasty, and many generations of the ancestors were from the noble merchants!"

  Ling Zihuan was wearing a chiffon little foreign dress with a ponytail on her head. She lay on the car window and held her face in sigh.

  Licheng’s Gaudi giants are everywhere, but compared with the Song family, they seem to have less connotation of the times.

  As the car drove into the entrance building, the tree-lined old trees on both sides were decorated with red silk lanterns, as if stepping into an ancient courtyard, making people forget the present age in a trance.

  Song family, it's really unusual.

  Yan Shiqi's gaze flicked over the scenery, and he inadvertently thought of Song Qiyu. No wonder he was born in such a family with a scholarly temperament. It is not an exaggeration that he has been fascinated by his ears since childhood, and he is full of poetry and books.

  Around the forest road, there is a courtyard setting with a wide view in front, 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, blinked, hummed, turned his head and got out of the car while holding Yan Shiqi.

  In front of him is a garden Begonia Gate, connected to a long and quiet corridor.

  The two waiters in front of the door are receiving guests, respectful and cautious.

  Yan Shiqi looked around a little, holding the hem of the cheongsam with her fingertips, and walked into the depths of the courtyard door slenderly.

  Across the Haitang Gate, there is a vermilion tile-green wing room. Today's Yan Shiqi is wearing a red-blue and ink-colored cheongsam, walking in this antique building complex, like a beauty of the years, coming at dawn.

  Even Ling Zihuan, who has a lively personality, has tempered his temperament and paced quietly in such a mansion with a strong temperament.

   "Sister Seventeen, there is someone in front of..."

Far away, at the end of the corridor, a backlit figure stood, a white shirt, a dark gray vest, and slender trousers. In a little halo, the silver chain pocket watch hanging in the chest pocket flashed. With a shining dark light.

  Yan Shiqi approached, only then did Song Qiyu's handsome face be recognized.

  She stepped forward in a calm manner, and when she stood still, she nodded and smiled, "Ms. Song, meet again!"

Song Qiyu in front of him is no longer a pair of deep black-framed glasses. The meticulous gold-wire framed disc mirror frame is on his tall nose, and matched with his dress, it looks like a person in the troubled times of the Republic Young Master Pian Pian.

  Song Qiyu smiled while observing Yan Shiqi's dress calmly, a surprise flashed from the bottom of his eyes, "Come on, hard work!"

  Plus more, there are three chapters.

  (End of this chapter)