"Mr. Sun," Song Qingge was stunned, she bowed her head slightly: "I'm sorry." ”

Sun Chen was surprised, "As far as I know, you don't have a boyfriend. ”

"I have a fiancé. Her head hung lower, the last time Sun Chen asked her to dinner, she had already seen it, but she didn't expect him to mention it to her so directly. They are talking about cooperation, and her refusal may make Song lose a good opportunity. Even so, she didn't want to win cooperation by playing ambiguous.

"You've been annulled in the newspapers. Sun Chen said that he was not ignorant of her, and that he had conducted a simple investigation into her situation before he wanted to pursue her.

"That was a misunderstanding," it seems, the only way to reasonably refuse his pursuit, "and in the near future, we may have an engagement ceremony." She rested her hands on her lap and said frankly, "Mr. Sun, if I did something before that made you misunderstand...... I'm sorry. ”

"Really?" Sun Chen didn't speak again, his eyes fell on the night outside the window, and he took a wine glass and drank it.

After that, it was a bit cold.

Later, when she walked out of the restaurant, Sun Chen said that she wanted to send her, but she politely refused.

As soon as she left, Sun Chen stopped her, he looked at her gently, but his tone was as gentle as ever: "Qingge, it's a pleasure to meet you." As he spoke, he held out his right hand to her.

Her lips lifted lightly, and she reached out her right hand to hold his, "Me too." ”

But Sun Chen's left hand suddenly hugged her shoulder, hugged her into his arms, and then patted her shoulder with pity, slowly let go, helped her straighten her coat, and said solemnly: "Goodbye!"

"Goodbye. Song Qingge looked at his back, she had a lot of feelings, this was the first man she had met in the mall so gentle and elegant.

She sighed slightly, and when she turned around, she found that Dong Congshan walked out of the restaurant holding Luo Shichen's hand, and walked in the other direction with his back to her. They were talking affectionately as they walked, Dong Congshan smiled sweetly, this trick seemed to be very useful to Luo Shichen, and he quietly pinched Dong Congshan's buttocks.

For a moment, Dong Congshan looked back and winked at her in a conspicuous manner.

At this moment, Song Qingge's heart was very calm.

Lao Zhong called and said that she was in a traffic jam, and it was estimated that there would be about ten points before he could come to pick her up.

On a winter night, it was still very cold, she stood on the side of the street and waited, her hands in her coat pockets, and she did not fully recover from the cold, and sneezed several times in a row.

Suddenly, a Bentley Continental pulled up beside her.

It's Gu Fengcheng's car!

Song Qingge was slightly startled, her heart was pounding, although the car stopped, the windows were closed, the sky was slightly dark, and she couldn't see the people inside clearly.

Suddenly, the co-pilot's glass slowly fell, Song Qingge vaguely saw the man in the driver's seat, he was looking at the front of the car, the side, it was still perfect to make her heart move, but that face seemed to be ...... It's cold.

At that moment, she was a little at a loss, what did he mean? Did he want her to get into the car? But what did his cold face mean and the way he didn't look at her? For a while, she didn't know what to do, she didn't leave, she didn't stay.

Fortunately, Lao Zhong's car also arrived, and after stopping behind the Bentley Continental, she hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips and sat in her car.

"Are you going home?" asked the old bell as usual.

"Go to Xiaowan's house. She said that Xu Wan went back to Z City, and the two talked on the phone in the afternoon.

When the car started and drove away, she couldn't bear it and didn't look up at the Bentley Continental.

The night is confused, her heart is even more confused, perhaps, she needs to be more calm and calm. She was sullen, her elbows propped up beside the car door, her eyes closed and she was sleeping.

Suddenly, with the sudden braking, she slammed her body uncontrollably into the co-pilot's seat with the strong sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, and her forehead hit the back of the seat.

Rear-ended!

The strong inertia scared her so much that she could barely speak, her head was dizzy and painful, and she was very uncomfortable, she held the chair with one hand and couldn't lift her head for a long time.

"Miss, how are you?" Lao Zhong was frightened when he saw her appearance.

At this moment, someone knocked on their car window.

The old bell opened the door and got out of the car.

"How do you drive. The low and hoarse voice of the past contains a hint of coldness at the moment.

This voice made Song Qingge shake slightly.

The big boss is tall and tall, and that aura makes Lao Zhong a little afraid, but he still says truthfully: "Sir, you didn't turn on the lights when you changed lanes, and you suddenly slowed down!"

The big boss frowned displeased, the car was dim, and he only faintly saw her sitting in the back seat, "Which eye did you see that I didn't turn on the lights?"

"You didn't have one. Lao Zhong was suddenly unsure, his confidence was insufficient, and his tone faded.

came out of the rear-end collision, knowing that the other party was him, but she never said a word from beginning to end, and the big boss was even more unhappy in his heart: "It's obvious that you are chasing the rear, what, do you still want to shirk responsibility?"

Lao Zhong thinks he is unlucky.

"Say," the big boss lit a cigarette, "public or private?"

Lao Zhong hesitated, opened the backseat door, and asked, "Miss?"

Song Qingge's head was still dizzy and painful, uncomfortable, she trusted Lao Zhong very much, and after listening to them chatting about these words, she also guessed that this man deliberately caused Lao Zhong to chase the tail!

She raised her head stiffly, without raising her eyelids, and said to Lao Zhong, "It's private." ”

When Lao Zhong made it clear, the big boss spat out a smoke ring, "Are you the owner of the car?"

The old clock is not.

"Let the owner talk to me. His deep gaze was fixed on the back seat of the car.

Then, Lao Zhong opened the back seat of the car again and conveyed her meaning to Song Qingge.

She frowned, knowing that he was deliberately making things difficult, but she still got out of the car with her hands, and in the night, he leaned against the door of the Bentley Continental, and his smoking posture was even more charming.

She must have been seduced by him, so she would feel moved when he had such a bad attitude towards her.

Song Qingge walked up to him and sighed in his heart: "Mr. Gu." ”

"Do you know me now?" the big boss snorted coldly, outside the restaurant, he parked the car in front of her, and rolled down the window, the meaning of letting her in the car was so obvious, she turned a blind eye?

Song Qingge frowned, and his uncertain attitude towards him hurt again, "What do you want?"

"What kind of attitude do you have! It's your car rear-ending, and you're still asking me how I am?" the big boss was not happy. I haven't seen him for a few days, he was already upset, and when he met, he was tense.

Her head really hurts, her aunt hasn't left yet, the night breeze is cold, looking at his attitude, she doesn't want to talk to him about meaningless topics anymore, "You call the police." ”

With that, she turned around and prepared to go back to her car.

"Song Qingge!" the big boss was angry, "What kind of attitude do you have?" ”

She ignored him, and after getting into the car, she asked Lao Zhong to call the police.

While waiting for the traffic police to come, Song Qingge sat in the back seat and saw him leaning on the Bentley Continental, smoking non-stop, and seemed very irritable.

He deliberately caused a rear-end collision, and treated her with such a bad attitude, what did he want to do? Asking for peace? No, in her opinion, he seemed to be deliberately finding fault to make her unhappy.

She looked down and couldn't help but look.

----

In fact, it was a very simple rear-end collision, Bentley Continental's buttocks were bruised, the traffic police came, and the first sentence after understanding it implied that they were private.

Gu Fengcheng didn't say anything.

In fact, Lao Zhong also wants to be private, after all, the procedures are more troublesome if it is public.

It was a very simple matter, but as a result, it took two hours to get no results. Later, he couldn't stay up anymore, so Song Qingge compromised and agreed to talk to him.