Kick out the Phoenix man and marry the richest man!

Ling Ruiyuan's car had been waiting at the door for a while. Song Shuning saw it as soon as he walked out of the hall.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Song Shuning sat in the passenger seat.

"No, I just arrived." Ling Ruiyuan smiled.

"Let's eat something nearby. I have to be back on time in the afternoon." Song Shuning said in a low voice.

After all, I almost violated the rules just now. Of course I have to be on time in the afternoon, otherwise how can I get along with my colleagues?

Ling Ruiyuan naturally understood what she meant. He found a restaurant he had been to before and asked for a small private room.

This is Ling Ruiyuan's usual habit. After all, he is always in the news. If he is watched, his life will be disturbed.

Song Shuning usually doesn't have this habit, but now he thinks this is a good idea.

After all, she and Ling Ruiyuan were husband and wife, and perhaps only a few senior executives of the Song Group and people who knew her before would pay attention to it.

It would be very embarrassing if you were discovered by your colleagues while eating, especially if they are from the same group.

I haven't found time to meet with them one by one this morning.

However, what Song Shuning didn't expect was that before she and Ling Ruiyuan entered the box, she heard someone calling her from behind.

"Shuning! Shuning! Let's eat together."

Song Shuning turned around. Old Song! No wonder he felt that voice was a bit irritating.

Lao Song also came out to eat at this time? And it happened to be a restaurant?

Question marks popped up in Song Shuning's mind, and she turned to Ling Ruiyuan, wanting to seek his opinion.

It was fine for her to have dinner with Old Song, but if she brought Ling Ruiyuan along, she couldn't guarantee that Old Song would be able to spit out any teeth.

Anyway, she didn't think it was ivory.

Ling Ruiyuan's expressionless face suddenly showed a smile, "Okay, let's eat together."

Song Shuning was stunned. Ling Ruiyuan should be able to understand what she meant, so why did they want to eat together?

Ling Ruiyuan winked at her secretly, meaning to look at me.

Song Shuning said nothing more.

Song Weidong was very happy.

It seems that the decision to let Shu Ning infiltrate the inner circle was a correct one. Before, I couldn't even get through to Ling Ruiyuan on the phone, but now I can have dinner with him. I've made great progress!

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Song Shuning looked at the large table of food on it and wanted to roll his eyes.

I don’t know what Lao Song is going to do. There are only three of them. Can they finish all these dishes?

Old Song waved as he made arrangements, "Ruiyuan, don't be polite. I'll treat you to a meal."

As if he just remembered something, he immediately added, "Celebrate Shu Ning's return to the Song family."

As he spoke, he raised the cup, even though it was filled with green tea.

Song Shuning was a little annoyed that he brought the drinking table etiquette to the dinner table. After all, she just wanted to have a normal meal with Ling Ruiyuan.

Ling Ruiyuan clinked glasses with Old Song without refusing anyone, and then said to Song Shuning, "Celebrate Shuning's return to the Song family."

Song Shuning could only force a smile, raised his glass, and clinked it lightly with Ling Ruiyuan's.

"Ruiyuan, I'm so happy that you can marry Song Shuning." Song Weidong smiled. "Although Shuning didn't grow up with me these years, I know her temper. I spoiled her when she was a child. If she does anything wrong, just tell me and I will help you discipline her."

Song Weidong took on a lot of responsibility and spoke as if he was very close to Song Shuning.

Song Shuning found these words extremely harsh.

Ling Ruiyuan put away his smile and said, "I don't agree with what you said. I think Shu Ning has the kindest temper. She will not do anything wrong. No matter what she does, I will support her."

These words were said with such certainty and sincerity that Song Shuning felt warm in her heart.

Song Weidong was stunned when he heard this.

Didn't Song Shuning say that they were just in a contractual relationship? Was the contractual relationship maintained like this?

However, when he thought of his daughter's temper and what she had done to Jingxi in the past, he thought that Ling Ruiyuan was just saying something for the sake of politeness and didn't take it to heart.

After all, Ling Ruiyuan didn't know that he already knew the truth, that he and Song Shuning were in a contractual marriage.

Song Weidong immediately pretended to have said something wrong, "Look at me, I'm prone to talking nonsense again once I sit at the dinner table."

He took a sip of tea to hide his expression and secretly glanced at Ling Ruiyuan.

Ling Ruiyuan no longer had the same affectionate attitude as before, and his expression was indifferent.

Song Shuning was quite happy watching from the side, as Old Song could finally stop making so much noise.

Ling Ruiyuan is actually like this in his daily life. He doesn’t talk much, doesn’t have many expressions, and seems a little fierce when he expresses his opinions, but in fact this is just his usual state.

If Ling Ruiyuan continued to smile at Song Weidong like he just did, Song Shuning would feel creepy.

Song Weidong had little contact with Ling Ruiyuan, and was somewhat frightened by Ling Ruiyuan's expression, so he didn't say anything more.

It was a quiet meal.

After dinner, Song Shuning looked at the time. It was twelve fifty.

The Song family’s lunch break is until one o’clock in the afternoon, so I have to go back quickly now.

Song Weidong was a little unhappy, "Shuning, we just finished our meal and chatted for a while, why are you in such a hurry to leave now?"

He didn't invite Song Shuning and Ling Ruiyuan to dinner today for no reason; he had a purpose.

Song Shuning was a little annoyed as she was going to be late, but she couldn't just ignore Song Weidong's face, so she could only sit down reluctantly.

Ling Ruiyuan was quite relaxed. He had actually figured out that since Song Weidong came here on purpose, he definitely didn't want to just have a casual meal and cultivate feelings with him.

"Ruiyuan, I heard that Ling Fan recently acquired another piece of land to build a high-end residential community. Song's company is very experienced in this area. If you hand this project over to Song's company, you will definitely be very satisfied."

Song Weidong picked up the teacup and sipped it again.

Song Shuning was watching from the side and felt it was amazing. What was Old Song thinking? Didn’t she tell him that she was just a cover for Ling Ruiyuan to protect his true love?

Isn't he afraid that Ling Ruiyuan will kick out his cover by saying this now?

When Song Weidong saw Song Shuning looking at him, he gave her a reassuring look.

Song Shuning immediately got angry. How could she feel at ease?

The reason why he said that he was a cover for Ling Ruiyuan to protect his true love was that he hoped that Old Song would not rely on his status as his father-in-law to boss Ling Ruiyuan around and seek cooperation.

Lao ** was usually a cautious person, why is he so arrogant today?

Ling Ruiyuan took a sip of tea calmly.

"Where did you hear the news?"

"Ruiyuan, we are all family. Now that I have said this, it has been verified, so I just want to ask you whether Song can take over this project."

"Dad!" Song Shuning immediately stopped him, "Ruiyuan is very busy every day. Lingfan is such a big company, he has a lot of affairs to deal with. He has to go back to take a nap now."

Of course Song Shuning had to stop him. If he didn't stop him, he didn't know what Old Song would say next.

I married Ling Ruiyuan to increase my own power, not to increase Old Song's power!

Besides, is Old Song possessed by evil spirits? Where does he get the confidence to be so righteous in talking to Ling Ruiyuan?

Can Old Song still have the final say on how to regulate the land after Ling Ruiyuan gets it?

Song Shuning felt his head buzzing.

Ling Ruiyuan also had doubts, but they only revolved around one thing: when did he take a nap?