"It's nothing. Song Xiangran shrugged his shoulders and said, not turning his head to look at He Ziqiang.

Today, Fang Qingming confessed to himself about this matter, Song Xiangran's mood was very complicated, and her troubles had no one to talk to at all.

What's more, it was He Ziqiang sitting next to him, he had always liked to gossip about Song Xiangran before. Although after some contact, Song Xiangran understood that He Ziqiang was just a superficial fool, but she still felt that He Ziqiang was a little big and couldn't stand the secret.

In fact, He Ziqiang just wanted to know about Song Xiangran, so in order not to make Song Xiangran suspicious, he pretended to be very gossipy.

Except for Song Xiangran, He Ziqiang is rarely really interested in other women's affairs.

"Tsk, look at what you said, you looked like you had finally escaped just now, you thought I didn't see it? You quarreled with that Fang Qingming?" He Ziqiang has been in the shopping mall for a while, and he has a little bit of a grasp of people's psychological activities.

Originally, Song Xiangran wanted to refute that he could guess anything based on He Ziqiang's appearance, but when Song Xiangran looked at He Ziqiang, he found that he was in a suit and leather shoes, and he was no longer the same as the gentleman he had when he first met.

"Well, it's not a quarrel. Song Xiangran had no choice but to take back the words that he planned to tease He Ziqiang.

He Ziqiang looked at Song Xiangran's bitter and hateful look, raised his eyebrows and said, "Fang Qingming bullied you, I'll help you take revenge, go to his house now and beat him." "

Knowing that He Ziqiang was joking, Song Xiangran nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, you go and help me beat him, don't send yourself to the hospital at that time." "

Who knew that at this time, He Ziqiang suddenly braked suddenly, so frightened that Song Xiangran hurriedly grabbed the handrail, and after the car stopped steadily, Song Xiangran frowned and said, "He Ziqiang, what do you want to do." "

Inside the carriage, there was a sudden silence.

After a while, He Ziqiang frowned, turned his head to look at Song Xiangran, and asked very seriously: "Xiao Xiangran, did Fang Qingming really bully you?"

Before Song Xiangran could answer, He Ziqiang continued: "If you suffer any grievances, don't hold it alone, tell me that now that the development of the He family is also doing well, I can still say a few fair words for you." "

Then, very rarely, He Ziqiang's face had a cynical look, and he said angrily: "Even if it's the Fang family, what if you can bully a little girl indiscriminately?

The expression on He Ziqiang's face was too serious, so frightened that Song Xiangran didn't know how to speak for a while.

"He Ziqiang, no, don't get excited, Fang, Fang Qingming didn't bully me!" Song Xiangran hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"Xiao Xiangran, don't be afraid, it's all this time, why are you still speaking for Fang Qingming?" He Ziqiang suddenly approached Song Xiangran and held Song Xiangran's hand with a worried expression.

Song Xiangran said with a smile: "You really didn't bully me, I don't lie to you." "

"Then why did you just ask me to beat him?" He Ziqiang looked at Song Xiangran puzzled.

"I thought you were joking, so I just followed your words. Song Xiangran smiled and pulled his hand out of He Ziqiang's hand.

His hand suddenly became empty, and He Ziqiang realized that it was Song Xiangran who withdrew his hand, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

"Then, what happened between you and Fang Qingming? It actually made you ......" He Ziqiang laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "You agreed to go to dinner with me so soon?"

"Brother Qingming......" Song Xiangran said, lowering his head, "Confess to me." "

He Ziqiang was stunned, and his hand unconsciously stretched out to the place where the cigarette case was placed.

Every time He Ziqiang was anxious, he instinctively wanted to smoke.

He Ziqiang smoked at the beginning, because he was too anxious during that time, and only when he smoked, in a cloud of smoke, He Ziqiang could relax a little.

But thinking that Song Xiangran was still sitting in the car, He Ziqiang withdrew his hand again, put it on the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and continued to drive.

"Then you, did you promise Fang Qingming?" He Ziqiang focused his energy on the front, and this sentence seemed to take a lot of effort to say it.

Song Xiangran shook her head, she was so full of this matter that she had no time to care about He Ziqiang's expression and reaction.

And He Ziqiang naturally saw Song Xiangran shaking his head in the afterglow, and he was overjoyed, as if every hair on his body had come to life.

"Why did you refuse him? Fang Qingming is a well-known diamond king, how many women want to pounce on him, but none of them can pounce. He Ziqiang cleared his throat and deliberately suppressed the excitement and joy in his voice.

Thinking of Fang Qingming, the corners of Song Xiangran's mouth couldn't help but rise: "Well, Brother Qingming is very good, it's just ...... We can't be together. "

"Why?" He Ziqiang asked puzzled.

"We ......" Song Xiangran racked his brains before he could hold back an answer, "It's not appropriate." "

"Not quite right? Why?" He Ziqiang secretly guessed that maybe the Fang family did not approve of Song Xiangran, and he was even more happy in his heart, because when He's company waited for him to take over, he could make his own decisions.

Song Xiangran smiled bitterly and said: "Don't ask, why are you gossiping, the seven aunts and eight aunts are not as gossip as you, okay? It has nothing to do with Brother Qingming, it's my problem." "

Seeing that Song Xiangran really didn't want to talk about this matter, He Ziqiang had no choice but to give up and change the topic.

The car window opened, and the wind outside blew in, blowing Song Xiangran's hair.

While waiting for the traffic light, He Ziqiang looked at Song Xiangran with his spare eyes

Perhaps, it's time to take action against Song Xiangran.

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