When he got home, Song Qingge took a bath to wash away his tiredness and decadence. The heat in the bathroom dissipated, and her bright figure gradually became clear in the mirror.

What is the mark on the neck?

Not only the neck, but also many places, there are deep and shallow imprints.

This is the legendary "strawberry print"?

Suddenly, her face turned crimson.

Damn! That's evidence of last night's greed.

She chose a stand-up collar shirt, just enough to cover the marks on her neck, tied a ponytail, changed into a black suit and a step skirt, a typical professional suit, and stepped on black stiletto heels, she took a deep breath and went to war!

The mobile phone rang, it was her special assistant Anne, and her tone was as calm as usual: "Mr. Song, Roche Group issued a statement in the newspaper today, which is related to you. ”

Song Qingge immediately found the newspaper of the day, and Luo's statement was to the effect that "due to differences in values and living habits, Luo Shichen and Song Qingge jointly decided to cancel the marriage contract and wish each other well."

At first, when the economic crisis broke out in the Song Group, some media speculated on the Internet whether the two would break up, but at that time, Luo Shichen swore in the media that "I will support Qingge!" I will be her strongest backing. ”

Although he had never done anything to help the Song family substantively, this sentence moved her for a long time. It also allowed banks and suppliers to collect money to give her leeway again and again.

And now, this statement is undoubtedly the last straw that crushed the Song Group.

She suddenly remembered that Dong Congshan had said last night: "She is your fiancée after all." At that time, Luo Shichen replied, "Not tomorrow." It turned out that he had already planned to give up on her, and this statement should have been prepared a long time ago, just waiting for it to be released today. And she was the last to know.

"Mr. Song?" After listening to the phone for a long time, there was no reply, and Anne called tentatively.

Qingge came back to her senses, she put the newspaper aside, "Declare that I saw it, don't care." ”

Anne continued, "Mr. Song, the people over there Mo Shao replied, it seems that there is news of those Africans. ”

"Where are they?" Song Qingge's eyes lit up slightly, and he was a little excited, if he found the Africans, he could recover the defrauded money, and then he could save the Song family.

Anne's tone was calm, "Mo Shao said, I want to see you." ”

Zuo Mo, a notorious and notorious underworld figure in Z City, Song Qingge had seen him once, thinking of his lustful eyes, as well as the hideous scars on his face, and the disgusting and dirty words, she was a little scared, "When?"

"Ten o'clock tonight, the ninth day of the galaxy. ”

Her heart trembled slightly, "I see. ”

Anne was silent for a moment, "Mr. Song, the bank will send someone to the court today to apply for seizure." ”

Song Qingge already had an idea in his heart, "Annie, how are my personal belongings handled?"

"The handbags have been almost finished, but the jewels are a little slower," said Anne, "and you have now returned more than 1.2 million in your account." ”

It's a drop in the bucket, but it's better than nothing, Song Qingge already has an idea: "Annie, I'll go to the bank later, and you will stay in the company, if the court comes to seize it, you must stabilize them and delay as much time as possible." ”

When she was about to go out, Sister-in-law Qin hurriedly came over, "Miss, no, there are a lot of reporters outside, saying that they want to interview you." ”

Sure enough, there was a group of reporters around the carved gate.

Such a scene, since Song Yaru was hospitalized for a stroke, Song Qingge has encountered it many times, from the initial panic to the current indifference.

"Old clock, prepare the car. She put on a beige midi cashmere coat over her business attire, "I'm going to the bank." ”

Five minutes later, a black Audi A8 drove out of Song's house.

I don't know who said, "That's Song Qingge's car", and then a large group of reporters surrounded and blocked around the body, and the car was forced to stop. However, the glass of the car was filmed, and I could only faintly see a person sitting in the back of the car.

Reporters scrambled to squeeze over, and all kinds of voices gathered:

"Miss Song, the Roche Group issued a statement today saying that you and Chen Shao have canceled the marriage contract, do you know about this in advance?"

"When the Song family was in difficulty, Chen Shao canceled the marriage contract, would you feel that you were falling into the ground?"

"Was Chen Shao forced by family pressure to cancel the marriage contract with you?"

"Did Chen Shao mention the cancellation of the marriage contract first?"

……

When the gate of the Song family was in chaos, a BMW quietly drove out of the back door, bypassed the gate, and drove towards the city center.

"I saw Song Qingge in that car!" said somebody.

All the reporters who had just been rushing up dispersed, driving, riding motorcycles, and chasing in the direction of the BMW.

Just when Song Qingge breathed a sigh of relief, she inadvertently found the reporter chasing her from the rearview mirror, she panicked, stepped on the accelerator, and ran the red light.

Along the way, she turned left and right, panicked, went around a long circle, and finally, threw the reporters away, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, bang, she crashed into a car parked on the side of the street.

Without the slightest defense, the huge inertia made her slam into the steering wheel, fortunately she was wearing a seat belt, but her chest was strangled by the seat belt.

Fortunately, she was driving an off-road vehicle, and the front of the car seemed to be fine, and the Bentley Continental that she rear-ended was only a simple bruise.

It's strange, they were all rear-ended, why didn't the people in the car in front come down to take a look?

Song Qingge sighed, she was the one who was chasing, naturally she was fully responsible, but she was still in a hurry to go to the bank and didn't have time to wait for the insurance company, so she took a business card.

She leaned close to the window of the Bentley Continental, the reflection of the glass on her face, and she looked closely as if there was someone inside.

She knocked on the window.

The windows slowly lowered.

She handed the business card in and raised a professional smile: "Hello, this is my business card......" Suddenly, her smile was stiff, her face turned red inexplicably, and the next words were swallowed in her throat and couldn't be spoken.

"Go out early in the morning to solicit business?" was the familiar low voice of last night, at this moment, he was wearing sunglasses, and the words that came out of his thin lips were teasing and disdainful, "You are really hard enough." ”