Spacious and bright villa-

Sitting on the delicate white sofa, Song Zhichao hung up the phone. In front of the milky white floor-to-ceiling window, Bi Wenfeng, a Hong Kong Royal Lawyer and legal counsel for Song Group, and chief lawyer of Wanda Law Firm, asked: "How is it? Is Okamoto's request for extradition to Japan approved?"

Song Zhichao nodded: "He is a Japanese and does not accept the trial and constraints of Hong Kong laws. However, even if he wants to go back to Japan, he will spit out the money he earned in Hong Kong before talking about it."

Bi Wenfeng: "Do you want me to work harder and not be able to go back to Japan?"

Song Zhichao shook his head: "No, I will go to Japan soon, and this chess piece will be useful at that time." He paused and said: "Put off his evidence of crime first and don't hand it over to the police. That's the trump card in our hands."

Bi Wenfeng nodded, expressing his understanding, but he was thinking about how the boss should carry out the activity this time when he went to Japan.

Now Wanda Electronics has been boycotted by three major Japanese consortiums, especially restricting semiconductor raw materials. This trip to Japan's icebreaking is very difficult.

However, Song Zhichao seemed to be careless and his eyes passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and entered the yard.

Next to the green pool in the yard, the big man Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong are competing for wrestling their wrists. The reception room is European-style, with long floor-to-ceiling windows on the south wall and all fiberglass doors. Sitting next to the coffee table, you can see the two people competing for wrists.

"Hard! Come on!" Song Zhichao's sister Song Yuqing was also in the villa today.

This little girl usually likes to be lively, especially on weekends, she likes to invite some female classmates to go to Causeway Bay, Mong Kok, and other places to sing and dance, and squander the credit card that Song Zhichao applied for her.

But since Song Zhichao limited her credit card limit and made her unable to swipe the card, the little girl became honest - to be precise, she became a good girl.

However, Song Zhichao knew very well that this good girl was for her to show her, and her purpose was to beg herself to open the card for her again so that she could continue to go out and play.

Song Yuqing was wearing a light blue denim dress embroidered with beautiful lace, two crystal clear calves, bright yellow canvas shoes, and cute white socks were pulling out layers of patterns on her beautiful ankles, which was extremely beautiful and seductive. Now she was selling her best to cheer for the two big men, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, with crisp shouts rippling around the villa.

"Song Yuqing is so honest recently?" Song Zhichao asked Bi Wenfeng.

Bi Wenfeng: "I have already paid back all the card accounts I have swept, but Miss Yuqing seems to be dating recently..."

Song Zhichao was originally indifferent, but when he heard this, he was stunned: "Dating? Who are you with?"

Bi Wenfeng sorted out his thoughts and said, "After Miss Yuqing entered university, there were not many men paying attention to her at the beginning. Although she was beautiful, because she came from the mainland, many boys dared not pursue her... But as Miss Yuqing began to spend money with her big hand and was known to be a good family environment, some boys began to get moved, one of whom was named Peter Chen, who pursued the most powerfully."

Bi Wenfeng said this and quietly looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao held the teacup with a cold expression and didn't know what he was thinking.

Bi Wenfeng has been following Song Zhichao for so long, and many times he still can't guess what Song Zhichao is thinking.

"Miss Yuqing has a high vision. She didn't like these boys at first, but when Peter Chen pursued her, it seemed... Miss Yuqing was a little moved." Bi Wenfeng hesitated and said what he should say.

"What is that Peter Chen?" Song Zhichao asked slowly after taking a sip of tea.

Bi Wenfeng: "Peter Chen, nineteen years old, president of the Kendo Society of the Hong Kong University of the Arts; and was also the best student elected by the school last year."

Song Zhichao hit the teacup with his right finger bone without making a sound.

"I have also checked the details of his family. His father runs a food store in Macau, with assets of about 20 million yuan. He mainly sells his wife's cakes and Western biscuits. Therefore, Peter Chen is also called the 'big young master' on Macau Street."

Song Zhichao smiled, his finger bones jingled on the teacup, and he smiled: "The young master of Western cake with an asset of 20 million dared to chase my sister..."

Bi Wenfeng actually smiled on his rigid face: "That's because Peter Chen doesn't know Miss Yuqing's true background."

“Continue.”

"In order to pursue Miss Yuqing, this Peter Chen not only sent flowers and invited meals, but also hired people to use heroes to save the beauty - it was Miss Yuqing that time that she had a good impression of him."

Song Zhichao put down the teacup and scraped his chin with his left hand: "I have put in my effort to chase the girl."

Bi Wenfeng said: "Do you want me to find an opportunity to expose him?"

Song Zhichao waved his hand: "No, it's better for Yuqing to expose this kind of thing himself - a girl like her will not be sensible if she doesn't suffer any pain."

"I understand that I will send someone to pay attention to Miss Yuqing and will never let her be hurt."

Song Zhichao stopped talking and took his eyes back from Song Yuqing in the courtyard, "And my parents, during my time in Japan, you also like them - they just came to Hong Kong from the mainland, and they didn't understand many things, especially people's hearts were unpredictable... You also know how hypocritical those people in the upper class are, on the surface, but on the secret, and I don't want them to be hurt because of me."

Bi Wenfeng: "I've recorded it."

Just when Song Zhichao and Bi Wenfeng were talking to him, a voice said, "A Chao, are you at home? A Chao!"

No matter how whining, no one dares to call Song Zhichao like this except for the second young master of Fu family and Fu.

In a moment—

I saw Fu Jiajun wearing a high-end suit, a baseball cap, and a red and white gauze tied around his neck, and walked in in a handsome manly manner.

When Song Zhichao saw him, he couldn't help but smile and said, "If you don't have anything to do, what's the matter with me?"

"Ha, what you said, can't you find you if you have nothing to do?" Fu Ersen sat down without asking, sitting on the sofa opposite Song Zhichao. Suddenly, he saw a fruit tray on the coffee table, so he found a toothpick, pierced a grape and threw it into his mouth, raised his legs and said, "I'm here to apologize first... I was really sorry last time. I had something to do and I couldn't invite you to have a meal, but I didn't mean to let you go..."

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "I have forgotten this long ago."

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't take it to heart - this second thing..." Fu Ershao spit out a grape seed, clapped his hands, took out something and handed it to Song Zhichao and said, "I'm going to get married, this is an invitation - the wedding will be officially held in three months."

Song Zhichao: “…”

I remember it well. Last year, Fu Jiajuncai and Lin Jiaqi, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, got engaged. According to the original plan, they should only get married next year. Why did they suddenly get ahead of schedule?

As if seeing Song Zhichao's doubts, Fu Jiajun sighed: "I know what you are thinking... I don't think about it either, but--" Fu Jiajun made an upward wave shape towards his belly with both hands.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Suddenly awakened: "Is she pregnant?"

Fu Jiajun nodded sadly: "I can get on the bus first and then get the ticket."

Song Zhichao nodded: "Congratulations."

Fu Jiajun: "Happy together."

Song Zhichao: "..." was stunned.

Asked Fu Jiajun: "Your wife is pregnant, why am I happy with each other?"

Fu Jiajun stared at him with wide eyes: "Don't you know?" He looked surprised.

"What do you know?"

Fu Jiajun stood up, looked at Song Zhichao with a weird look, and asked again: "You really don't know?"

Song Zhichao spread his hands: "What do I know?"

Fu Jiajun laughed, laughing very evilly.

Song Zhichao: "..." confused.

Fu Jiajun glanced at Bi Wenfeng who was watching.

Bi Wenfeng said tactfully that if you have something to do, go out first.

As soon as Bi Wenfeng left, Fu Jiajun came to Song Zhichao, stared at him, and said solemnly: "My sister is pregnant too - you won't refuse to admit it, right?"

Song Zhichao: “…”
Chapter completed!