"Someone who doesn't matter."

Xia Fanjin heard him say this, but he still couldn't help but glance at the back of the woman leaving.

When she looked at her, she always felt weird. It reminded her irrepressibly of the internal crisis of the Xiao family that Feng Jiana talked about today.

She was a little distracted and shook her head to herself.

"Sleep?"

Tang Yong reached out and pulled back her head that was looking at the back of his shoulder, Xia Fanjin looked at him, and craned his neck to avoid his hand.

There are people next to them who do their hands and feet.

"After sleeping for a while, I'll go give you a hot meal, I bought it just now." Xia Fanjin raised the lunch box in his hand.

Tang Yong said that the meeting was about an hour, and she planned to get up after she came back after squinting for a while, but she overslept, and came out to see that he hadn't come back yet, so she still planned to heat up the meal first.

Xia Fanjin said that he was going to go to the pantry, but Tang Yong grabbed her, pinched her soft and boneless fingers, and pinched them gently.

"Just let Chang Jing go out of the heat."

Xia Fanjin squeezed his slender and broad palm, "It's okay." ”

――――

Qiao Ying walked out of the huge revolving door of ST, and the secretary opened the door of the back seat of the sedan for her, and before she stepped in, there was a 'Didi' horn sound from behind.

She looked to the left, and when she looked back, the tassels of her earrings swayed slightly.

Qiao Ying saw the face of the person in the back seat of the car through the windshield of the car, she looked at him with interest, did not move, and showed a trace of mockery on her cold face.

Seeing that she did not move, the occupants of the car ordered the driver to honk the horn again.

Qiao Ying snorted coldly, bowed down, and got into the car.

But before the driver started the car, the phone rang, and after glancing at the caller ID, she hesitated for two seconds and picked it up, "What is Chairman Tang doing?" ”

"Let's talk." On the opposite side was a vigorous voice, still retaining the momentum that could not be refused when he was young, but those who had heard it, when they heard it again, their feelings were completely different.

Thirty years, the white horse passed through the gap, and suddenly turned back, as if in the blink of an eye.

"Say something on the phone," she rubbed the dark pink red lip varnish, not remembering the indifference of the old feelings, "I don't want to see you, just like you don't want to see me." ”

"Regarding the shares in your hand, do you think you can keep it if you help Tang Yong?" Tang Jin scoffed.

"You're really like a god. So? Qiao Ying was not surprised, and reached out to glance at the nail polished one.

Tang Jin let out a low and thick breathing sound, "Maybe there is a turning point, if we talk." ”

Qiao Ying smiled and sneered.

She opened the door, walked to the door of the car next to her, and knocked on the window.

The window was not lowered, but the driver got out of the car and walked around the front of the car, walked up to her and opened the door for her.

Qiao Ying glanced at Tang Jin, who was sitting on the left, and after being silent for a moment, he sat in.

"Why don't you go for a coffee?"

Tang Jin opened his mouth, but he didn't look at her officially, and Qiao Ying also looked out the window of the car, and the revolving door of people came and went.

"I've got something."

Qiao Ying said nonchalantly, she didn't mean to say much to him just now, she just wanted to hear what kind of conditions he would offer, but just to listen, Tang Jin had already lost the opportunity to negotiate conditions with her thirty years ago.

Did he really think she was rare for the six percent of ST's shares?

With this share, she can neither sit in the position of ST chief, nor can she let ST surname Qiao, why should she?

She is not short of money, at best, the money ST earns can allow her to invest more money to help Qiao's development.

Tang Jin laughed silently, and the driver had already started the car.

Qiao Ying turned his head and gave him a cold look.

――――

The car just drove away from the front of ST International, a red convertible braked sharply at the door, the door opened, Song Yao stepped on a pair of ten-centimeter stiletto heels and walked out with the departing car.

She stopped, gritted her teeth, and glared at the license plate number of the black sedan with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Song Yao stomped her feet, "Okay, you old man, you still want to do something like eating back grass!" ”

If it weren't for the fact that Tang Jin often stayed away at night recently, and felt strange to come to the company to take a look, I'm afraid she wouldn't have seen this scene.

Tang Yong has ridden on his head, and he still has to get together with his ex-wife in broad daylight!

Song Yao is young and beautiful, and she followed him at a prime age, seeing this scene, she couldn't help but feel that she had lost a lot, following a man who was more than twenty years older than herself, every time she went out with him, she would suffer from gossip, whether it was the depression in her husband and wife life, or the white eyes she received in interpersonal communication, so that the resentment that she had accumulated over the years was like being poked by a needle, and something began to squeeze out.

When some emotions find an outlet, they will use it as a breakthrough point, so that it is like a floodgate that manages a river, gradually, it erupts.

Song Yao put her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, hurriedly sat back in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and followed the car in front.

――――

In the office, the sun was shining, and Tang Yong was sitting on the sofa eating the lunch that Xia Fanjin bought.

He took off his blazer and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a lean and sturdy forearm, light wheat-colored skin, and a healthy and masculine look.

Tang Yong eats elegantly, Xia Fanjin packs some home-cooked food, but he can also eat high-end pies when eating Western food.

Xia Fanjin leaned on the sofa next to him for a long time, flipped through a magazine casually, and yawned.

"Sleepy?"

Tang Yong turned his head to look at her.

Xia Fanjin shook his head and flipped a page of the magazine, just in the middle of the whole magazine, there was a red floor-length dress on the whole page, with a deep V hollow pattern, and a full backless design behind it, Xia Fanjin glanced at the date of the magazine, it was last month, Chanel's new style.

She had only recently seen one of her favorite supermodels wear it on a red carpet.

Xia Fanjin glanced at Tang Yong, who was eating, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, and a slightly leaning posture, which showed that the curvature of his back became more and more charming, his silhouette was very deep, and the side looked a little like a European and American, with a tall nose bridge, thin lips, and perfect proportions.

Xia Fanjin couldn't help but think of his appearance without clothes, and his figure was even better than that of a male model......

Her face was slightly red, and there was only the slight sound of him chewing in the air, and there was silence, and her face turned even redder.

In order to adjust the atmosphere, Xia Fanjin handed the magazine to him, "Is this dress good-looking?" ”

Tang Yong glanced at it, "There is so little fabric, why don't you just make it into underwear/clothing?" ”

Xia Fanjin, "......"

"It's called design! It's called flirtation, do you understand? ”

Tang Yong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Affection/tone, I can give you as much as you want." ”

He leaned into her ear and said it in a tone that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Xia Fanjin was stunned, raised his hand and threw the magazine on him, "Stinky rabster/hooligan." ”

[520, in fact, I want to add more, I sat for two hours in the afternoon and didn't write anything, four hours in the evening, two thousand words, dizzy and I don't want to say anything, headache tomorrow morning, I'll get up early and try to write more, everyone will fill in the gaps tonight. PS: I recommend the red silk tent warm "Prosperous Pet Marriage", you can take a look at the book shortage, it's not the same exciting, isn't it? Recently, Mr. Tang seems to be always playing hooligans, is it because he can't get out of the fire? Reflection ......]