Song Yanqing such a man, anyone in front of him, feel only a huge gap.


    He doesn''t need any action and speech. His aura is brought by birth, and others can''t learn it.


    A kind of elegance and dignity infiltrated by natural superiority.


    Just look at it, it makes Liu Wenmeng have a kind of suffocation embarrassment.


    As soon as he appeared, Liu Wenmeng even looked at him with some trepidation.


    The other party does not need any words, can line up his confusion and unbearable at this time.


    "What''s the matter?"


    Song Yanqing looked down at Qiao Jin, who shook his head: "a little thing."


    She looked at Liu Wenmeng and sneered: "whatever you want, harass me again, and hit me once. I''ll see how much you can''t fight


    After saying this, Liu Wenmeng shivered.


    Just now, Joe''s fierce and simple strength just now, he didn''t feel it from the boys.


    Qiao didn''t say much today. He just waved to song Yanqing and saidzily, "goodbye, see youter."


    Song Yanqing''s eyes drooped, and when she was about to leave, she said softly, "my father is in a hurry. He didn''t thank you very much. Can you give me a thin noodle and buy you a meal?"


    Even ah''s eyes were wide open.


    Song Yanqing never invited others on his own initiative. I''m afraid it''s lucky for anyone to be invited by him.


    Joe didn''t feel too honored today. She just turned her head and thought, "OK, what do you want to eat?"


    Anyway, she is also a cook of Mu''s family. Although she is a five-star cook, she has only eaten for a few days. I have to say that she is a bit bored.


    She''s not picky, but asionally she wants a change.


    That''s the point.


    Song Yanqing''s smile seems to melt all things soft: "whatever you like, what do you like to eat?"


    Joe is a casual man today. "You tell me, I''m not familiar with this ce."


    "Good." Song Yanqing thought for a moment, "I often go to a restaurant, where the taste is good."


    The restaurant that can be seen by song Yanqing is not a normal restaurant.


    Joe has no opinion now.


    Song Yanqing sees her agree, nt head orders a way: "another, go to drive."


    Another busy way: "good."


    A separate drive, Qiao Jin and song Yanqing naturally go away.


    During the whole conversation, no one looked at Liu Wenmeng on the ground.


    Even in the same space, it''s like a different world.


    Liu Wenmeng looks at Song Yanqing''s superior appearance and every move is the noble family''s elegant demeanor. His inferiorityplex is like a rising tide, which makes people suffocate.


    This is what people in the other world have inmon except that they are all men.


    As song Yanqing and Qiao walked forward, some bodyguards came up to him. PI xiaorou looked at him withoutughing: "Sir, it''s time for you to leave here."


    Although it is polite tone, it ispletely indifferent.


    Liu Wenmeng had a fever in his head. He didn''t dare to say anything at this time. He was hurt by Qiao Jin''s arm. He didn''t even dare to ask Qiao Jin to makepensation. He got on the car trembling and drove away with one hand.


    He felt that the consequences might be more serious if he stayed here.


    When tracking, he was furious. Now when he left, he was like a street mouse. He was gray and could not stand on the table.


    That kind of equal level gap, just staying here, makes Liu Wenmeng feel hot and dry on his cheek.


    It was a very embarrassing and hopeless line of demarcation.