181 Charity Dinner

When Song Chun and Zhou Yishu walked into the venue, the boss of Chengxin Group greeted him from afar. "Mr. Song is really honored to come while Mr. Song is busy." He stretched out his hand, but his eyes turned to Zhou Yishu again, and his eyes smiled. "Is this Mrs. Song? Sure enough, he is beautiful and generous, young and bright. No wonder Mr. Song can be spoiled to the bone.

Spoiled to the bone?

Is it so rumored that Song Chun's favorite of her?

Zhou Yishu looked sideways at Song Chun, who was calm and greeted Mr. Zhao.

"In fact, today Zhao also wants to take this dinner to introduce the dog I just returned from studying in the United States. There will be many opportunities for everyone to meet in the future. I hope Mr. Gu can take more care of the dog when cooperating, so as not to humiliate me."

Zhao Zhihe's words meant that he was about to abdicates and pass the company to his son, so today's dinner is actually held for his son.

"The tiger father has no dog son, and Mr. Zhao is too modest."

While talking, Zhao Zhihe had already gestured to his son not far away to come over.

In addition to his son Zhao Zixuan, there was also a young girl beside him.

"Dad."

"Auncle."

The two came over and called Zhao Zhihe at the same time.

There was a little displeasure between Zhao Zhi and Meimu, "Zixuan, I called you over. Why did you bring her here?"

"Dad, Qingyi is not an outsider. Why are you so out?"

Zhou Yushu, who was still wandering, immediately looked up at the woman opposite after hearing the name.

But the other party's eyes were fixed on Song Chun at this time. "Auncle, don't blame your cousin. Mr. Song and I have always known each other. Naturally, we are going to come and say hello."

Hearing this, Zhou Yishu took Song Chun's arm and suddenly tightened it.

"Oh? You just came back from the United States. How did you know Mr. Song? Zhao Zhihe was quite surprised.

Song Chun nodded gently to Xiao Qingyi, which was regarded as a greeting.

Why did he forget this stubble? Xiao Qingyi is Zhao Zhihe's own niece. However, when he broke off his relationship with Xiao Qingyi, he gave her a sum of money to go abroad for further study. Why did he come back so soon? Moreover, he appeared at the dinner party again. The most important thing was to meet Zhou Yishu face to face.

Xiao Qingyi saw that Song Chun didn't even look at him, and his face changed. His hostile eyes swept over his arms and took Zhou Yishu intimately. He curled his lips and said, "Miss Zhou, we haven't seen each other for a long time. If I remember correctly, your dress tonight was worn at Paris Fashion Week last year. It's too old-fashioned and conservative to wear on you.

With such obvious provocation and those hostile eyes, Zhou Yishu can feel that the woman in front of her is staring at her man even if she closes her eyes.

She looked at the black ultra-short dress on Xiao Qingyi's body, and smiled elegantly without anger: "Miss Xiao is too worried. People like me who are married and have a husband, there is no need to dress up on such occasions to attract the attention of men. I would rather let such a chance to catch a golden son-in-law. To a lady like you, besides..." Zhou Yishu raised her head and looked at Song Chun lovingly. "This dress is a birthday gift given to me by my husband last year. Not to mention that it has only been a year, even after ten or twenty years, I would like to wear it often."

Stealing chickens can't eat the rice. Xiao Qingyi didn't expect Zhou Yishu to fight back so cleanly. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhao Zhihe.

"Qingyi, didn't you just say you had to take care of a few friends? They must be waiting for you." Seeing Xiao Qingyi ugly, Zhao Zhihe's face turned a little dark.

Xiao Qingyi just turned around and left along this step.

Watching her leave, Zhao Zhihe restrained his unhappy look and pulled his son Zhao Zixuan, who had been silent, to Song Chun and introduced him: "Zixuan, this is Mr. Song, the president of the Song family. In the future, whether in business or other occasions, you and Mr. Song will have many opportunities to meet each other. Dad specially invited Mr. Song today. Take good care of you later. You have to study hard and don't humiliate your father.

Zhao Zixuan's facial features are beautiful, his body is tall, and there is a shallow dimple on his face when he smiles, like a star face, which gives people a feeling that it is not annoying.

But Song Chun doesn't like it very much.

When Zhao Zixuan came, he caught the other party's eyes and intentionally or unintentionally turned to Zhou Yishu, who was beside him. The affection in his eyes was that all men could understand.

Does his woman dare to think that Zhao Zhihe still wants him to take care of his son?

Song Chun snorted softly in his heart.

"I have been listening to Mr. Song's name for a long time, especially the rumor that Mr. Song spoils Mrs. Song, which makes me wonder what kind of woman can fascinate Mr. Song. Today, it's better to see him."

Zhou Yishu saw Zhao Zixuan's seductive eyes staring at her up and down, which made her have the illusion that she was wearing nothing.

She frowned, quietly took a step back, and hid most of her body behind Song Chun.

Zhou Yishu's behavior made Zhao Zixuan's thin lips hook, as if he was in a good mood, and his dark eyes were immediately stained with a smile.

Song Chun quietly pulled Zhou Yishu out of herself, and his arm firmly circled her thin waist. He was extremely in love with each other. His black eyes looked at Zhao Zixuan like a blade, and the warning at the bottom of his eyes overflowed.

Zhao Zixuan touched his nose and withdrew his eyes on Zhou Yishu.

"Mr. Song, I hope you can give me more advice in the future." He said it right.

Song Chun did not reply to him, but looked at Zhao Zhihe: "Mr. Zhao, today is a charity dinner. We don't talk about work. How about making an appointment with the secretary another day?"

Zhao Zhihe vaguely sensed something wrong. He only felt that Song Chun's eyes were wrong when he looked at his son. He couldn't help but feel uneasiness, but he smiled and said, "Mr. Song is right. I hope you two have a good time."

Song Chunqing tilted the corners of his mouth: "Excompaniment."

It was not until Song Chun hugged Zhou Yishu into his seat that Zhao Zhihe said to his son who was still looking in that direction, "Zixuan, come with Dad."

"Who is Song Chun? Do you dare to use your brain for his woman?"

In the guest lounge, Zhao Zhihe roared at his son with a red face and a thick neck.

"If you don't say how much he spoils that woman, even if he doesn't, you have to give up that idea as soon as possible for the sake of standing with him."

Zhao Zixuan glanced at his angry father and said carelessly, "I know Song Chun is very powerful, and there are countless rumors about him."

"Then you still want to provoke his woman? Tired of living, aren't you?" Zhao Zhihe has always spoiled this son and usually doesn't even speak loudly. Today, if he hadn't noticed that his son had hit Song Chun's woman, he wouldn't have been so angry.

"Dad, why do you grow other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige?" Zhao Zixuan leaned against the door and played with his mobile phone in his hand. His posture was very gentle.