Wei Dong wanted to explain something, but Wen Qingshui looked out the window after finishing speaking. A posture that I don't want to say more.

Wei Dong looked at her through the rearview mirror, and finally didn't speak again. When the two get along, it's better for him not to intervene more.

When he got home, Wen Qingshui was drenched, as if he had fought a battle, and indeed a battle. She washed up and lay on the bed, her phone on the coffee table. Her phone was quiet all afternoon. Not even a single text message.

At first, she picked it up a few times to see if it was muted by herself or turned into airplane mode. It really turned out to be nothing. No phone calls, no text messages, no explanations.

In a trance, Wen Qingshui fell asleep. She dreamed that she was standing at a junction, but she couldn't read the words on the sign. The sun was dazzling, and everything seemed to be white except for the ground. The more she tried to see clearly, the more dazzling the sun became. Finally she woke up.

It turned out that it was almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and she actually fell asleep while lying down, but she didn't turn off the light.

She knew why she had this dream because of anxiety.

What Zhou Gong interprets dreams, it is nonsense, if the human brain is a computer, it can be played back, you can see those details that have been ignored by yourself, and you can always find an indication in it!

After a good night's sleep, she calmed down a lot. In fact, he didn't know what Song Xijun thought about others, but she knew very well about Feng Jiajia, didn't she?

Unable to sleep anyway, she got up and drank a glass of water, then turned off the lights. As soon as she turned off the light, she saw the screen of her phone flicker and go out. She took her phone, opened it and looked at it. It turned out to be an email? The sender is still garbled! I don't know what kind of ghost is opening ** on behalf of the person. I didn't want to pay attention to it, but Wen Qingshui saw that the content was all photos!

Photo?

The hand slippery click!

Wen Qingshui was stunned!

It turned out to be a photo of Song Xijun and that Feng Jiajia kissing? How could it be? Looking back, one by one, both of them were full of smiling faces, looking harmonious and beautiful. The corners of Song Xijun's eyes and eyebrows were all spoiled!

Calm down, calm down!

Breathe deeply!

Wen Qingshui kept telling himself. Stood up, took a deep breath, drank two glasses of water, and got a little better.

I opened it again and looked and looked. She finally connected Wang Zheng's phone directly.

"Wang Zheng, where is Song Xijun?"

As soon as Wang Zheng heard it, he knew that his tone was not good.

Qidong Group prepared a welcome dinner for the Feng family, and Mr. Song was at the banquet at the moment. I'm here too!"

Wang Zheng subconsciously added. Who cares where he is? But saying this at least proves that Mr. Song is not alone with other women! Although in fact, Mr. Song is being pestered by two women.

"He's at ease! Okay, I don't have anything else to do, don't say I've called! I'm sleepy and don't want to be disturbed. ”

Hanging up the phone, she felt a little proud. Wang Zheng will definitely say it!

But she couldn't help it, she opened the email again and downloaded all the photos. Look carefully at them one by one. Especially kissing one. Zooming in, zooming out, and looking closely, she finally saw the problem. When she didn't learn phtoshop?

I see! Well, she's going to sleep!

The satisfied Wen Qingshui stopped. Wei Dong downstairs has been awake since she woke up! Listening to her call, he was nervous for a while. Hearing her walking up and down the room, and hearing the sound of the mouse, his heart was about to rise to his throat!

What's going on? He's not a master who can sit at home and guess! He sat up, turned on his computer, and crackled on the keyboard. successfully hacked into Wen Qingshui's computer and saw those terrible photos. Mobilize the computer's camera to take a look at Wen Qingshui, who was about to fall asleep.

This girl has such a big heart? she sleeps, she is not angry, or does she completely believe in Song Xijun?

At this time, Song Xijun, who was at the banquet, had already received a report from Wang Zheng! He didn't realize the problem at all, and he was still beautiful, it seemed that this girl still cared about him!

Wang Zheng on the side saw that Mr. Song was obviously clearer than just now, and he felt helpless. He emphasized that a certain woman's tone was not good, so why was the president still happy? Forget it, how could these two people be different from normal people? Alas, he just passed on the news, and as for the rest, it was not something he could control. It's better to just ignore it.

Song Xijun wanted to call Wen Qingshui, but as for Wang Zheng saying that Wen Qingshui asked him not to disturb her sleeping, he was just a coquettish person.

But there are always people who can't make you want to do it. At this moment, Feng Jiajia leaned forward and carried her father's arm. He can not give Feng Jiajia face, but he can't help but give face to Feng Junfeng, the head of the Feng family.

"Hey Jun, I've worked hard for you today!"

"Uncle Feng, what are you talking about! It is an honor for the Qidong Group and the Song family to entertain you here!"

It's just that I've heard that the Song family has been in a bit of a dilemma lately, and if there's anything, you can tell me! Our two families are world friends, so naturally I won't care, not to mention that Jiajia is here?"

"Thank you, Uncle Feng, I can handle it for the time being!"

"Okay, good!

Feng Junfeng turned around and left, and left his daughter here. This is specially sent to his daughter? His daughter is blessed, is it that Song Xijun is entangled and refuses to let go?

Didn't he Song Xijun refuse thoroughly enough?

"Xijun, this banquet is a place to relax, what are you talking about with Wang Zheng? What official business can't you wait until you go to work tomorrow?

Feng Jiajia's voice made Song Xijun frown, but she thought that she was seductive, and she could rely on her voice to hook Song Xijun's hand.

Despite the fancy dress and the sparkling diamond necklace around her neck, she was still as annoying as a caterpillar to Song Xijun.

Song Xijun didn't know why he thought of the caterpillar, because of her black fringed skirt today? I couldn't help but smile at the corner of my mouth. Especially when he thought that his little woman who didn't apply fat powder didn't know how many times stronger than the person in front of him, he was even more happy.

Feng Jiajia will be wrong again, and he is almost happy that he doesn't know which side is the north!

He smiled, smiled at her, and it seemed that his father's presence did make a big difference. It was not in vain that she tried her best to convince her father.

If she knew that what he was thinking about was not her at all, and the real reason for laughing, I don't know if she would be angry.