Qiao Wangqian said coldly: "Who said I forgive you? I'm just afraid that you will die outside and dirty the floor tiles of my house!"

"Dad, you can't say that about Brother Song..." Qiao Tianyu pouted in protest.

Song Xian smiled faintly: "Uncle, don't worry, I'm not that weak, I'm in good health."

Qiao Wangqian snorted again: "In that case, let me see how good your body is!"

He made a gesture and asked Song Xian to sit down.

Song Xian sat opposite him, and Qiao Tianyu quickly sat next to him.

Chen Xin took two small wine glasses, placed them in front of the two grown men, and said to Song Xian: "Where's your Uncle Qiao? You like to drink some wine when you have nothing to do. Today is a good day, so you can drink some with your Uncle Qiao." .”

Song Xian nodded quickly: "Thank you, Auntie!"

Qiao Tianyu served Song Xian some food and said, "My dad can't measure it, so you can order as much as you want."

Qiao Wangqian knocked Qiao Tianyu on the head with chopsticks: "You dare to say that your father is not good?"

Qiao Tianyu covered his head and said: "Dad, I didn't say you can't do it, I said you can't drink well. Don't you know how much you can drink?"

Qiao Wangqian snorted coldly: "I'm just not a drinker. I'm going to show you today whether I have the capacity to drink. I'll do it first!"

As he spoke, he raised the small glass and drank it in one gulp.

Chen Xin quickly said: "Hey, Lao Qiao, what are you doing? What are you trying to do? Do you think you are still a young man? You have stomach problems, you don't know?"

Qiao Wangqian waved his hand to prevent Chen Xin from talking any more. Instead, he stared at Song Xian and said, "You have to do it!"

Song Xian nodded, "Yes, uncle!"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass, took a sip, paused, and then finished it in another sip.

By doing this, he saved face for Qiao Wangqian.

He said respectfully: "Uncle, this wine is really good. I am lucky to drink it!"

Qiao Wangqian saw his little gestures and heard his compliments. He felt much happy and started talking more.

He couldn't help but talk about his great achievements in his youth.

Song Xian listened carefully, nodded constantly, and occasionally echoed a few words.

As the heir to the Qiao family, Qiao Wangqian naturally has a lot of courage. Therefore, he has indeed experienced many ups and downs along the way.

Song Xian still admired his future father-in-law.

The two of them were talking while drinking. Unknowingly, after a few glasses of wine, Qiao Wangqian became a little drunk. His face was red, and his eyes were also a little red.

He pointed at Song Xian, "Tell me, what have you done in these years?"

Song Xian quickly said modestly: "I really don't have the great achievements of my uncle."

Qiao Wanggan snorted and tapped the table with his fingers: "You young people, how many of you can endure the hardships of our generation? Not only do you have no courage, but you also have poor vision. How much money can you make by opening a real estate agency? How much?

Tell me, why did you choose that path?"

Song Xian was also a little tipsy, and his blood was rising.

For the first time in front of Qiao Wangqian, he said forcefully: "Uncle Qiao, don't look down on real estate agents. You don't know how many great things I have done with that little property..."

He also tapped the table with his fingers and said: "My parents are just ordinary workers, but they sent me to a noble school. They spent almost all their savings on me!"

By the time I went to college, my mother and grandma were sick, and they both needed surgeries, but the family had no money!

I just entered college and wanted to drop out to make money, but my parents wouldn't let me.

So I thought how can I make money?

I worked as a real estate agency, and as long as I sold a house, I would get a commission..."

Song Xian recalled his sad family history.


Chapter completed!