I'm ready to get off the ground, and if she fights again this time, I'll be able to dodge a little bit. It's not that I can't stand her slap, but I can't afford to lose that person.

She walked to my side, I reflexively flicked, and quickly dodged and stood behind the chair, the people around were a little stunned, I looked at her and smiled: "Qinglian." But I can't wait to slap myself, why don't I leave early before she finds out, I have to look at Zhao Yijing's back and I can't be reluctant to the left, I can't help it, I drag it for a while, and now I deserve to be arrested.

Qinglian smiled and stretched her eyebrows: "Sister, why don't you say anything when you come?" said and took my hand enthusiastically, her face full of coquettishness.

I was stunned by her reaction, and I reacted again in an instant, today the Zhao family is here, and she naturally will not show her fierce side. My heart calmed down a little and explained to her: "I happened to be passing by and ran into Zhao Dong, so let me come in and have a good time." Don't mind. ”

"Look at what my sister said, how can you mind?" Qinglian took my hand and dragged it to the booth, I didn't know what she meant, so I had to follow her, she pointed to Cheng Yuejin and smiled at me: "Sister, haven't you seen it?" He looked at my expression as if he was looking to find out.

I smiled faintly: "I've seen it just now." It's very old-fashioned. I really have never seen such an old brocade. ”

Yao Qinglian stared at me for a moment, and seemed to put her mind at ease and said, "Then let's watch it for a while." "There were a lot of reporters at the booth, and when I saw Yao Qinglian pulling me, someone asked, "Miss Yao, who is this?"

Qinglian said softly with a smile on her face: "This is my sister, a strong woman, divorced with children and still doing business well, sociable, many company CEOs take good care of her and help each other." It's very inspirational, you can interview if you are interested, and encourage those besieged women who have encountered scumbag husbands. ”

Yao Qinglian said with a knife, a few clicks to quietly reveal my old bottom, I stood there as if I was stripped naked, listening to the surrounding voices quiet, quiet, quiet------- Qinglian's words are extremely informative, I encountered a scumbag junior, divorce, entrepreneurship, and the boss is not clear, and was outlined by her few words.

Although it was in the name of praising me, none of those reporters could hear it, and they immediately became interested, some crackled and took pictures of me, and two asked me for business cards: "Can you do an interview?" I can't block it, I can't stand it, and I don't know how to make an expression for a while.

"What interview?" Zhao Yijing's cold voice came from the side, he threw down the reporters who were still at the text booth, strode over, stood in front of me, and said to the reporters in a deep voice: "Today should be an interview with silk, not an interview with entrepreneurs, um? If you want to do a personal interview with Mr. Song, Si Zhiheng can help contact you in the future." ”

His face was ugly, his face was full of coldness, and the reporters were a little nervous when they saw the situation, although they didn't know what was going on, but they may also realize that it was not appropriate to do my interview in the special session of Silk Zhiheng, so they turned to the text booth to look at the pictures.

Zhao Yijing just stood in front of me, next to Yao Qinglian, his eyes were only staring at me deeply, his eyes were very complicated, helpless, calm, caring, all kinds of emotions converged, but they could only lead but not provoke.

Yao Qinglian beside me smiled at the corner of her lips, but her eyes could almost breathe fire, I bit my lip and stretched out my hand to Zhao Yijing embarrassedly: "Mr. Zhao, congratulations." ”

Zhao Yijing stretched out his hand and shook mine hard, his palm was very warm, and the corners of his lips smiled faintly, so many people watched, he still called my name: "Qingyang, I didn't expect you to come." ”

I also replied with a faint smile: "It's a coincidence." Just upstairs here to talk about business. "I let go of his hand, and my palms were covered with sweat.

Yao Qinglian's face was very ugly, and at this time, a girl with a good figure walked over to Zhao Yijing and said, "Mr. Zhao, the costumes are ready, do you want to start?"

Zhao Yijing raised his wrist and looked at the table below, and said to the girl, "Wait for ten more minutes." Make the models wait a while. Zhao Yijing's expression when he talked to that girl was not restrained, it should be familiar, I followed Zhao Yijing's gaze and looked at the girl, but I also felt very familiar.

The girl looked at me staring at her and turned her head to look at me, stunned for a moment, frowned and thought about it, and suddenly her lips hooked into a smile: "See you again." ”

I also felt that the person in front of me was familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it, and I was too embarrassed to ask. I had to smile at her to relieve my embarrassment.

The girl turned to go out and settle the model. I didn't want to stay any longer, so I said to Zhao Yijing and Yao Qinglian: "You are busy, I still have to leave beforehand." Zhao Yijing nodded at me, but his eyes were full of deep meaning like a long wine, such a look made my heart almost gasp, why bother, in front of so many people.

I turned my head over to leave, Yao Qinglian grabbed my arm and smiled: "Sister, I'll send you out." But my hands were strengthened, and I only felt that my arms were shaking when she pinched them.

Before I could react, Zhao Yijing frowned and said coldly to Qinglian, "You stay here." Turning around and looking around, there was no suitable person, so he called out to the girl just now: "Xiaoyang, I'll look for a model later, and help me send Mr. Song." ”

The girl named Xiaoyang turned her head, looked at me, hooked her lips and smiled, and said to me, "Mr. Song, go this way." ”

Yao Qinglian's hand holding my arm trembled slightly, and she reluctantly let go, her face turned a little red, maybe she didn't expect Zhao Yijing to be so cold to her in front of so many people. But Yao Qinglian is worthy of Yao Qinglian, I don't know if I am entangled in my heart, but there is still a noble and generous smile on my face: "Sister, go slowly." Don't forget to call me next time you come and I'll arrange it for you. My own sisters, if I get married and have a part, I will be sad. As he spoke, he made a sad expression, only his eyes were as cold as a sword. This is not reluctance, this is coercion, and the implication is that I should not come uninvited in the future.

I smiled faintly at her, "I will." After speaking, he didn't look at Zhao Yijing again, and followed Xiaoyang out.

Out of the banquet hall, that Xiaoyang lost his restraint, and his face regained a trace of the usual frivolity on the face of an artist: "Mr. Song, are you the boss now?"

I looked at her, thought about it, and couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, I know we've met, but I really can't remember where we've met." ”

Xiaoyang smiled: "Noble people forget things. Silk Night?

"Ahh I suddenly realized that when I blocked Zhao Yijing at the "Silk Night" clothing exhibition with Lao Deng in the International Trade Center, the backstage was swaying and colorful. It turns out that the swaying and colorful is called Xiaoyang. I smiled, "I remember, we met backstage that night." ”

"Later, you were still waiting for Mr. Zhao downstairs. Ha ha. Xiao Yang smiled heartily.

"Are you familiar with Mr. Zhao?" I asked curiously, I had been thinking about this question last time.

"It's okay, we used to play together, but then he was busy and it wasn't very common. But he makes silk, and he often comes to my modeling agency for clothing shows or something. Xiaoyang said with a smile, "I still rely on him to eat." ”

I didn't know how to answer, so I casually complimented, "You have such a good memory." ”

"Hey, it's not like I have a good memory. What else did Xiaoyang say, when the elevator arrived, Xiaoyang walked out with me and asked, "How do you go, take a taxi or drive?"

"I drove. I said I was going to walk out, and Xiaoyang followed again, "I'll send you to the parking lot." Too late. ”

I was stunned for a moment, slightly moved in my heart, and didn't say anything to the parking lot with Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang patted me on the shoulder and smiled meaningfully: "Be careful on the road." ”

I drove out and left Nanjing, the lights around me gradually faded away, only the street lights on both sides were flickering, it was raining outside, and my car was lonely on the road. I drove faster and faster, countless fragments flickered in my head, and the scenes reproduced in my mind one by one, and I realized what I had experienced.

The humiliation, the revelation of the scars, didn't hurt so much to me. What about divorce, what about having dealings with CEOs, I, Song Qingyang, make money with my own hands, and I am cleaner than anyone else. No matter what Yao Qinglian says, I can also sit upright, I am not afraid of her seeming slander.

I'm distressed and uncomfortable, but it's just the certainty of Cheng Yuejin. No wonder people say that reincarnation is a technical job. It's a pity that when I was reincarnated, I chose the wrong place. Maybe it's a joke that God played on me. But I have no relationship with the Du family. With Cheng Yuejin, how could Zhao Yijing avoid his marriage to Yao Qinglian? I can't figure it out.

My heart suddenly hurt so much that I was sweating profusely, and I parked the car in an open space on the side of the road, lying on the steering wheel, and before I knew it, I was already full of tears. The brocade is mine, but now it is not mine, and the man should be mine, but it is still not mine. Zhao Yijing, Zhao Shinan, where are you?

After a long time, there was a small store on the side of the road, I wanted to go in and buy a bottle of water, and I saw the cigarettes on the shelves, and there was a box that was very similar to what Zhao Yijing usually smoked. Back in the car, I drank water, I couldn't help but light the cigarette leisurely, I can't smoke, but when the cigarette is burning, the familiar aroma of tobacco, I can't help but close my eyes, it seems that he is by my side, my heart is about to crack, my tears can't stop falling.