Chapter 8: The Twenty-Second Anniversary of the Tenth Anniversary

As an earthling, if you don't know Michael Jackson, you shouldn't be normal, and as a Korean, if you don't know Girls' Generation, then you shouldn't be normal either.

But if you're a Chinese, it's understandable.

But Wang Luo is a Chinese who has lived in South Korea for many years, why doesn't he know Girls' Generation?

Regarding this question, many years later, Zheng Xiujing recalled that she could vaguely remember Wang Luo's light tone at that time.

"I'm so poor that I can't open the pot, how can I have the heart to gossip and chase stars? It's a problem to be alive. ”

Although it was decided at that time that Wang Luo must be bragging, this matter has always been kept in mind by Zheng Xiujing, and she is ready to find an opportunity to retaliate at any time.

Who made you a stinky rascal who takes advantage of girls everywhere! And I specially picked my sister Song Qian's touch, and you have the ability to touch Xu Xian's seniors.

Zheng Xiujing hugged Song Qian's waist to the death, just to prevent Song Qian from having the slightest chance to be side by side or close to Wang Luo.

Wang Luo walked one step ahead of Zheng Xiuyan and Song Qian, chatting with Song Qian, while observing the internal environment of S and M.

I have to say that this building, which looks a little dilapidated, is unexpectedly fashionable and exquisite, and it is worthy of being one of the most famous economic companies in South Korea.

"Hello Minister Li, this is the company's latest security representative."

"Hello Director Pei, this is the company's latest security representative."

"Hello Xu Ouni, this is the company's newest security representative."

Song Qian led Wang Luo from upstairs to downstairs to recognize the door one by one.

Knowing many senior executives of S and M companies, Wang Luo's personality undoubtedly gave them some visual impact.

At first, Zheng Xiujing's embarrassment continued to attack and she felt embarrassed, but in the end, when she pulled the door of the office of the head of the finance department, Zheng Xiujing found that she was a little used to it.

Looking at Wang Luo, Zheng Xiujing pursed her lips.

It turns out that the reason for growing a beard may be to be shameless.

"Hey, I'm tired." Song Qian squatted against the wall of the corridor, rubbing her sore feet through her leather boots.

After all, wearing high-heeled boots, it is still a long way to walk from the sixth floor to the second floor.

Zheng Xiujing was wearing flat shoes, but she didn't feel much, she just squatted beside Song Qian, took out a tissue and wiped the fine sweat on Song Qian's forehead, looking very well-behaved.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Song, I'll invite you to dinner in the evening." Wang Luo smiled at Song Qian, who was squatting on the ground.

Zheng Xiujing frowned slightly, and said, "Thank you Mr. Wang for your kindness, I have something to do with my sister at night." ”

Song Qian blinked her eyes wide, looked at Zheng Xiujing's cold little face, and then looked at Wang Luo, and smiled without speaking.

"What can be bigger than eating?" Wang Luo smiled and squatted down, "I know a place, the price is fair, the taste is good, the ingredients are sufficient, I have eaten it once, I definitely want to eat it a second time, how about it?" A face? ”

Listening to Wang Luo's frivolous tone, Zheng Xiujing's brows furrowed even deeper, he hated men's frivolous tone the most, and he was definitely disrespectful to people.

"Okay, I'll take Xiujing with me, after all, Xiujing has been with you for so long." Song Qian hurriedly said.

Zheng Xiujing's eyes widened, her cheeks puffed out, she looked at Song Qian suspiciously, and protested with her eyes.

I'm not going! I'm not with him either! I'm with you!

Song Qian rubbed Zheng Xiujing's satin-like long hair and showed a gentle smile, "Okay, if there is anything, it won't be more important than eating, right?" ”

Zheng Xiujing snorted lightly and glanced at Wang Luo with some displeasure.

"Then let's go now." Wang Luo got up and clapped his hands and put on a mask.

Zheng Xiujing's lips moved, and she wanted to tell Wang Luo.

Uncle, you actually have your own mask function.

"Well, it's about the same time." Song Qian reached out and touched Zheng Xiujing's body, and took out sunglasses and a mask.

Gently put it on Zheng Xiujing, her eyes were full of spoiling.

Wang Luo smiled, looking at Song Qian and Zheng Xiujing, how could she feel like a mother and daughter?

Zheng Xiujing's face was a little red, fortunately there was a mask to cover her face, no one found out, she recently discovered that every time Song Qian was so gentle to her, her heart would beat unobediently.

There is a feeling of inexplicable heartbeat.

Song Qian lowered her head and rummaged through her bag, pulling out a pair of sunglasses and a beanie.

Looking at the beanie, Song Qian smiled and put the beanie on Zheng Xiujing's head, put on her sunglasses, held Zheng Xiujing's hand and smiled, "Let's go." ”

Wang Luo nodded, "Let's go." ”

As soon as the three of them walked out of the elevator, they were greeted by two gorgeously dressed girls.

The leader was a beautiful woman wearing sunglasses, a coat, and a cold aura all over her body, and Wang Luo's eyes lit up.

This girl, he likes, looks wild.

"Xiujing, where are you going?" The cold-faced beauty blocked Zheng Xiujing's way and made a sweet sound.

"Sister Sika, don't do this." Behind the cold-faced beauty, a beautiful woman with no makeup pulled the cold-faced beauty's sleeve and whispered, turning her head and bowing to Song Qian.

"Hello, Sister Song Qian."

"Sika-senpai, Yun'er-senpai, hello." Song Qian bowed back, with a smile on her face, "Xiujing wants to go to dinner with me, have you eaten?" ”

Zheng Xiuyan looked at Zheng Xiujing, who was wearing a mask and sunglasses and couldn't see her expression clearly, and frowned slightly, "Where to eat?" ”

"Why are you asking so much?" Zheng Xiujing's voice was a little irritable, "Sister Song Qian, let's go." ”

After speaking, he didn't care about the others, and walked out with Song Qian in his arms.

"Stop me." Zheng Xiuyan reacted and let out an exclamation, which frightened Wang Luo and almost fell.

"Alright, Sister Sika, let's go up too." Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Yun'er hurriedly grabbed Zheng Xiuyan and dragged her into the elevator.

"Yun'er, don't pull me, I have to teach this dead child a good lesson." Zheng Xiuyan danced and screamed.

Lin Yun'er relied on her strength, dragged Zheng Xiuyan all the way into the elevator, turned her head to Wang Luo, who had been looking at them, smiled and bowed, and closed the elevator door.

Wang Luo blinked, silently his sunglasses.

I was a little impressed by the face of this girl without makeup.

"What are you doing standing there?" Zheng Xiujing's cold voice shouted in the distance.

"Oh, here we go." Wang Luo hurriedly followed in the footsteps of Zheng Xiujing and Song Qian.

Escorted by the S, M security guards, he squeezed through the fan base of the squatting spot to the parking lot and got into a black nanny car.

"Where are you going?" The agent who had been in the nanny car asked, and looked at Wang Luo, "Who is this?" ”

"It's the security representative of the company's new cooperation, Wang Luo." Song Qian replied with Zheng Xiujing in the back seat.

"Hello, I'm Wang Luo." Wang Luo, who was sitting in the co-pilot, stretched out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Dongcheng." Some young agents shook hands with Wang Luo and said, in a respectful tone.

"Please go to Mapo District, and I'll show you the way when you get there." Wang Luo said with a smile.

The agent Zhao Dongcheng didn't say anything, nodded and started the car.

looked at the two men in front of him who were talking happily.

Song Qian grabbed Zheng Xiujing's arm and used a slight force to hook Zheng Xiujing into her arms.

Zheng Xiujing fell on Song Qian's lap and took off her mask with a expressionless face.

"I'm still messing with Xiuyan's seniors, it's been a few days." Song Qian whispered to Zheng Xiujing's pink ears.

Because she was too close, the good aroma on Song Qian's body and the warm breath in her ears made Zheng Xiujing a little numb, pursed her pink lips, and snorted softly, "I'm too lazy to take care of her." ”

"Why the hell are you quarrelling, you haven't told me yet, it seems that it's a very serious matter." Song Qian asked softly. also stretched out his hand to knead Zheng Xiujing's fleshy earlobe.

"Itchy." Zheng Xiujing shrunk her neck, groaned softly, and pursed her lips, "I'm almost twenty years old, she still keeps taking care of me, I went out with my friends for a while, and I made a few phone calls in one night, but I was ridiculed by my friends." ”

Zheng Xiujing's voice was soft, like a dream, but anyone could hear the dissatisfaction and grievances in her tone.

Song Qian was slightly small, pinching Zheng Xiujing's ears and slightly forced, "Stinky girl, you must have gone to the club, otherwise Xiuyan's seniors would not be so anxious." ”

"Nothing." Zheng Xiujing whispered, and her little head drilled into Song Qian's arms, "Don't mention her, I'm annoyed." ”

Song Qian chuckled, patted Zheng Xiujing's shoulder, and listened to the two men in front of her chatting.

"It seems that Brother Dongcheng has been driving for many years, and it is very stable."

It's only been less than three minutes, and Wang Luo has already called him a brother.

"It's okay, I like this thing since I was a child, can Mr. Wang drive?" Zhao Dongcheng asked with a smile, but his tone was tinged with a hint of pride.

"I can't, my family is poor, of course I can't afford to buy a car, is it fun to drive?" Wang Luo laughed.

"You can't say that, you don't have to buy a car to learn to drive now, but it's a technology after all, if Mr. Wang is interested, I can teach you another day." Zhao Dongcheng heard his chin raised even higher.

"Okay, thank you Brother Dongcheng first, by the way, how old are you this year?" Wang Luo asked with a smile.

"It's almost thirty, and I'll be thirty after my birthday this year." Zhao Dongcheng said.

"It doesn't look like it, I thought we were about the same age, it looks like I'm going to call my brother." Wang Luo touched the mask and said with some embarrassment.

"Haha, others also say that I am young, how old is Mr. Wang?" Zhao Dongcheng asked.

"I'm twenty-two." Wang Luo replied truthfully.

"Poof." There was a laugh from behind.

The corners of Wang Luo's mouth twitched.

"Xiujing, what are you laughing at?" Zhao Dongcheng asked suspiciously.

"Oppa, don't be deceived, this Mr. Wang must be older than you." Zheng Xiujing got up from Song Qian's arms and said with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense." Song Qian raised her hand and pinched Zheng Xiujing's greasy face, "Mr. Wang Luo, is it really twenty-two?" ”

The smiling eyes and distrustful tone made Wang Luo a little disliked.

Is the basic newcomer between people so fragile?

"Ahem, in fact, I just turned twenty-two and celebrated my fourth anniversary this year." Wang Luo laughed.

Zhao Dongcheng was slightly stunned and laughed, "Mr. Wang is so humorous. ”

"If you don't believe it, it must be over thirty." Zheng Xiujing pouted and said.

"Am I that old?" Wang Luo rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Okay, maybe look a little more mature." Song Qian covered her mouth and smiled, "However, let's just be Mr. Wang Luo twenty-six years old." ”

"Actually, it's okay to say you're twenty-two." Wang Luo said with a smile.

"Hmph." Zheng Xiujing raised her snow-white chin and snorted softly, looking at the sky outside that was getting dark.

It's still the fourth anniversary of your twenty-second birthday, and I think your twenty-second and tenth anniversary will pass.