After getting off work, Song Wu walked all the way back, she didn't know who she was going to show her, there were many empty taxis on the road, but she was stingy and stretched out her hand and walked back to Xiting stiffly.

It's not that she doesn't have a car, it's just that Rong Ember once gave her a good mood, and she doesn't want to drive it now.

Sometimes, she also feels that she is sick, and she is not lightly ill.

The ankles were tortured by high heels badly, faintly red, and Song Wu's eyes were unwavering, as if he had nothing to do.

The Filipino maid respectfully opened the door, and Song Wu walked in slowly.

Today's Xiting is different from the past, it is also quiet, but today it is more appropriate to describe it as silent.

Snapping her fingers, she guessed that it was Rong Ember who had returned.

Song Wu pushed open the door, and the lights in the hall hit her face one by one, and at the same time, the person sitting on the main seat of the sofa also moved slightly.

A sharp gaze swept over, Song Wu pulled the corners of his lips, and greeted him perfunctorily as he walked in.

"Hello, husband. ”

There was no superfluous expression on Rong Yan's face, he stared at her without shying away from it, Song Wu unconsciously avoided his gaze, he always had an evil aura on his body, which made people can't help but hold their breath and concentrate, for fear of being caught in the whirlpool under their eyes if they didn't pay attention to it.

He is too dangerous, no one dares to meet him head-on, since he came back from the cemetery, Song Wu and him are more like confronting something, no one is willing to retreat, no one is willing to bow their heads.

And the word "husband" is like ice slag, which makes Rong Yan's eyes darker by an inch.

Song Wu didn't care about Rong Yan's obvious dislike for her, but set his eyes on the plan book on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The corners of her lips fell unconsciously, and even she didn't notice it.

The above is the planning of Rong's latest corporate image spokesperson, in which the actress of the heroine is still to be discussed, so there are many photos of the popular Xiaohuadan attached to the planning book.

But in Song Wu's opinion, Rong Ember seemed to have made a decision.

On the "Yu Xia" column, there are a few obvious traces left by pencils, and there happens to be a pencil on the table.

Rong Yan's reason for choosing Yu Xia, Song Wu knew it.

"Rong Ash, you really don't shy away from choosing women recently. ”

Yu Xia's face is like being carved out of a mold with Yan Sui, and her eyebrows, eyes and face are roughly similar, if this is Yan Sui's siblings, she believes it.

He was giving her a horse, Song Wu knew.

Song Wu stood faintly, watched Rong Ember close the contract, and then said very slowly, "Rong Ember, do you want to discuss?"

Ember looked at her for a long time, wanting to see what flowers she could say.

"If you choose Yu Xia, I will step down from the position of President Song. ”

Although Rong's surname is Rong, most of them only recognize Song Wu, and if Song Wu leaves, the blow to Rong's will be self-evident.

Intellectually and reasonably, Rong Ember had no reason to choose Yu Xia.

Song Wu was sure of this answer in his heart, poured a cup of tea for Rong Yan, looked at the tea leaves circling on the water, and smiled, "I can be regarded as helping you clear up a hidden danger, lest she blame you for abandoning in the future." ”

But the latter just smiled, reached out to pick up the teacup, and sipped it lightly, "Don't bother Mr. Song." ”

Song Wu's back stiffened, and he glanced at Rong Shen coldly, his eyes were deep and dark, and Song Wu unconsciously looked away.

But Rong Yan unhurriedly took out two pieces of paper from the drawer and threw them in front of Song Wu.

"Then please ask Mr. Xiao Song to clean up the portal by himself first, if I make a move, it may not look good. ”

The fluttering paper recorded Song Qingjian's every bill, from the dinner fee to the rental of the concert venue, the pen did not fall, Song Wu picked up the bill, and his white hands were covered with green tendons.

She turned slowly, and was about to leave, when the unrelenting voice behind her sounded again......

"The ring that Shao gave with you, why don't you just throw it away?"