Chapter 7: Listening
In the Rong Building, Song Wu had a lot of things in her hands, and she didn't finish it after staying up for two days and nights, she was hospitalized for a week, but Rong Ember didn't assign her affairs to anyone.
The pile of documents that had accumulated like a mountain was left for Song Wu until he was discharged from the hospital.
Yu Xia on the entertainment news is playing abroad, and a few days ago, Song Wu also caught a glimpse of the air ticket that the assistant booked for Rong Yan, and the destination was the same as Yu Xia's.
She didn't ask much, it wasn't her style to be bored.
However, the difference between his own and others, Rong Ash's treatment is obvious.
Approaching evening, Song Wu looked at her watch, her appetite had always been low, but she couldn't bear the biological clock.
The woman sighed, took her bag and left, and by the way, she didn't forget to turn off the lights.
Out of the building, but saw the familiar car parked at the door, Song Wu couldn't turn a blind eye and walked over, so he had to walk in the direction of the car and patiently knocked on the door.
The car window slowly fell, and Shao's side face was still as three-dimensional and handsome as ever, and his speech was not too tonal, "About?"
Shao then left Harvest alone, and ran to Rong's to pick up people from work, and Song Wu took pity on Harvest Group.
There was also Shao Sui's ring in the bag, and seeing Song Wu rummaging, Shao then smiled, "I won't accept it if you don't get in the car." β
Song Wu was not pretentious, reached out to open the door and got into the passenger seat, and continued to flip.
Shao then started the engine with an expressionless face, and with a sharp turn, Song Wu's rummaging hand was forced to stop.
I thought that women would know each other and no longer look for rings, but I didn't expect Song Wu to continue looking for them.
When she found it, she put it in a drawer and said, "Stop the car, I'll give it back to you." β
"I don't take it. β
"Can you stop being so naΓ―ve?"
"I don't take it. β
"I'm getting out of the car. β
......
After Song Wu got out of the car with his bag, he stepped on a few centimeters of high heels and rattled, looked at a small stall with a strong smell of oil smoke, stood still, and then said to the people behind him, "Treat, I want to eat beef noodles." β
She's not pretentious, she's really hungry, and she forgets herself the whole thing.
After eating the noodles neatly, Song Wu habitually put her hand into the bag, touched it two or three times as if she didn't find what she wanted, and when she was about to look down to find it, her back instantly stiffened, and the movements of her hands stopped.
Shao then naturally noticed that she was unusual, but he didn't think much about it, just asked, "Dropped something?"
Song Wu tugged at the corners of his lips, "Just looking for toilet paper." β
The woman's eyes darkened, and she was probably the only one who knew what she was looking for.
More than ten years of habits can not be changed.
Some things, deep in the bone marrow, have long been melted into a part of the subconscious.
She's looking for a glasses case.
But she seems to have forgotten that she had surgery a year ago and no need for glasses for a long time.
Song Wu raised his eyebrows, got up, and was about to leave when a sentence sounded behind him, Song Wu paused after hearing this, and looked back at Shao Sui......
"Song Wu, we don't say dark words, I can help you with your thoughts. β
The woman stood still, put her bag on the table, folded her arms in her hands, and asked casually and casually, "I want to ask you, what is my mind?"
Shao then smiled, his gaze wandering on Song Wu's body, "Don't tell me, you are so fortunate to work for the Rong family just to be a little Song President who is manipulated, right?"
I'm sorry, but she's really.
Song Wu raised his eyes and said coldly, "Mr. Shao should take care of yourself, it's not your turn to worry about my affairs." β
As soon as she finished speaking, she walked out of the noodle shop with her feet raised.
It seems that a certain system of the body has been restored, and it has become a cold appearance that is not close to the living.
Shao then sighed that she still looked heartless, and walked out of the noodle shop after settling the bill, he squinted and looked at the thin figure on the sidewalk.
The woman walked away, without looking back, her steps were not hurried or slow, but she could see that she had a good temperament.
His friend had seen Song Wu, and privately said that his vision was getting worse and worse, Song Wu was not sudden enough to be warped enough, far farther than the hot girls in the nightclub, and it was really boring to joke about Shao.
But Shao then fell in love with it.
Song Wu is not a look with thick eyebrows and big eyes, nor is she a charming little woman, but she has a style that others can't learn, for men, too mature women look dusty, and young women are difficult to move.
But Song Wu is, moderate.
More vulgarity, less blandness.
Thin curved eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, nose is not high, and the color on the lips is always pale red.
And the face shape is full of melon seed face, especially the chin, which is very pointed.
This face is not sexy, nor innocent, but it is enough for a woman.
I insist on finding advantages from Song Wu, that is, white enough, white to make people jealous.
After he couldn't even see Song Wu's figure, Shao then slowly withdrew his gaze, opened the car door with one hand, bent down and smiled.
What if you get married, it's a long time coming.