The former Song Qingge was proud of his life, even if he was engaged to Luo Shichen, he always said "the best thing to stay on the wedding night" in the face of his active kiss, which made him anxious every time, tonight, when she left all her reserved arms and embraced, but he hugged other women to find fun.

I heard that he was a playboy, and I heard that he had more than one woman outside, but he swore that he would only love her. Since you want to marry him, then you have to trust him, so those who "heard" that she had always been unimpressed, but she didn't expect that the tree fell apart, and the engagement based on interests was so fragile in the face of difficulties.

The nanny stood at the top of the stairs and saw everything before, her eyes were full of contempt, "Miss Song, tell you not to come in, you don't listen, you see, I disturbed Chen Shao's good deeds, and I humiliated myself!"

Hehe, Song Qingge sneered, yes, she was humiliating herself.

"Don't get out of here," the nanny didn't hide it either, reprimanded presumptuously, and pushed Song Qingge.

With a bang, the villa door shut.

Inside, it's as warm as spring;

Outside, it's as cold as an ice cellar.

Once, she was an ignorant lady of the Song family, except for going to the piano shop and painting room, the rest of the time was spent in the welfare home. Although she lost her parents since she was a child, she was pampered by her aunt Song Yaru at home and protected by her fiancé when she went out.

A year ago, Song Yaru, chairman of Song's Group, signed a contract with an African company for mining, invested all of Song's funds, and took out loans in several banks.

But overnight, those Africans disappeared without a trace, Song Yaru came back to her senses and immediately reported the case, but later found out that those people were liars, all of them were fake names, and all the qualification documents they presented were forged.

In other words, the huge amount of money invested by the Song family was lost, and after learning the truth, Song Yaru suffered a stroke and was admitted to the ICU. Later, I don't know who revealed this to the media, and after that, the Z city newspaper disclosed the truth of the incident, and for a while, it was rumored on the Internet that the Song Group was about to go bankrupt, and then, the stock continued to fall to the limit, and finally was forced to suspend trading.

Song Qingge, as the only heir of the Song Group, was appointed to the position of acting president, but she faced a lot of messes. She has no experience at all, panicked, and helpless is the original true portrayal of her. Gradually, with the help of the special assistant and the old ministers of the Song family, the daily affairs gradually became easier, but it was difficult to take out a bank loan.

Through finance, she learned that in order to mine, Song Yaru borrowed an astronomical amount of money from three banks, not to mention the principal, and even the interest had been in arrears for three months.

So, she started borrowing money from everywhere.

At that time, public opinion was hyped like that, and the foundation of the Song family was already thin, and for a while, relatives, friends, and business partners avoided her. She has repeatedly eaten closed-door soup, and even her fiancé Luo Shichen began to not answer her phone and avoid her.

Seeing that the bank's loan would expire tomorrow, she went to the bank to talk about an extension, but the bank denied it, and even said that if it could not be paid tomorrow, she would apply to the court to seize Song's. She asked the appraiser, and even if she auctioned off all the assets of the Song Group, she could not pay off the principal of the bank. The plan for now is to pay off the interest owed to the bank first, and then negotiate with the bank for an extension, at least, there is room for turnaround, and the Song family will not be seized immediately.

That's why she dressed up carefully tonight, threw herself into her arms, and cheekily asked Luo Shichen to borrow money. originally had a glimmer of hope, but it was ruthlessly shattered.

She was really cornered.

Aunt Song Yaru is her only relative in the world, she loves and loves her, and she is closer than her biological mother. She is now in the ICU, and the Song Group was created by her, and it is her hard work, if she knew that the Song Group was about to be seized...... Song Qingge really didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be.

The night was shrouded, the drizzle was blurry, she didn't know how to leave the Luo family, on the mountain road, there were no street lights, and it was dark.

Actually, she was scared.

Afraid of the dark,

Afraid of cold,

Fear of loneliness.

In the drizzle and haze, the headlights from far and near are like a needle in the lost.

She beckoned, and the car stopped in front of her.

The driver was a man, and his face was a little indifferent.

But she didn't have a choice, and trembled: "Can I take your car down the mountain?"

The man looked at her, his tone a little cold, "Get in the car." ”

She was drenched in the rain, her coat, her hair, and her face were all wet, and when she met the heating in the car, her lips and teeth trembled slightly, and she shrunk into a ball, her eyes drooping, and she shivered.

Seeing that her face was covered with rain, and that look was pitifully cold, he took off the scarf around his neck and handed it to her, "Wipe your face." ”

The scarf was cashmere, soft, and she held it in the palm of her hand, and it carried his body temperature on it.

"Why don't you wipe your face?"

"I'm afraid of soiling your scarf. She took a breath and looked sideways at him.

There were no lights on in the car, in the night, faintly, Song Qingge could see the outline of his facial features clearly, he should look good, not as indifferent as just now.

Holding the scarf in her hand, warm, and sudden, a thought flashed through her mind, she didn't want to spend it alone tonight.

If a devastating storm is destined to hit tomorrow, then, tonight, she wants to find a moment of warmth before the storm, "Let's go open the room!"