On the ceiling of an office of the Song Group is a luxurious flower-shaped ceiling lamp, and the lampshade is printed with a delicate watermark. Walking through the door, you are greeted by a warm yellow lotus flower on the wall, flanked by intricately carved mahogany bookshelves. In front of the lotus picture is the location of the owner of this office, matching mahogany tables and chairs, the left side of the bookshelf is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the right side is also a window, but it is covered by warm yellow curtains, and there is a round table for receiving guests and four light brown No. 7 chairs on the opposite corner of the desk, and the floor is also a warm yellow cloud pattern, the whole office looks warm, compared with black, white and gray, this office seems more humane.

Song Qinghao tapped the mahogany table with his right hand, and looked at the recent news with the tablet in his left hand, Zhenlan Jewelry will enter T City on the 3rd of next month. He smiled so softly that you couldn't feel the surging in his smile at all.

"Li Mingfeng, you're finally here!" Song Qinghao looked at the big title on the screen contemptuously, put down the tablet, and dialed the internal phone to find the secretary.

As soon as I hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter." A short word.

When the secretary entered the door, he saw Song Qinghao tilting his head and smiling brightly, leaning on the mahogany table with his tablet in both hands. The lazy temperament makes people can't take their eyes off it, she likes this President Song! But considering that the gap between the two is too big, I chose to hide this feeling deep in my heart.

"Yue'er, you've been staring at me for almost a minute, I'm so shy! Strange things happen to me as soon as I'm shy. Song Qinghao's smile did not decrease, and the meaning of warning was mixed with a lively tone.

"I'm sorry, President." Xiao Yue'er hurriedly lowered her head and admitted her mistake, although Song Qinghao looked gentle and elegant, she acted decisively and ruthlessly. Otherwise, how can it stand firm in front of the major shareholders of the Song Group?

"Next time, just leave." Song Qinghao put away his smile and threw the tablet to Xiao Yue'er: "Tell me to go down and win the right to cooperate with Zhenlan Jewelry." Song Qinghao straightened his sleeves, walked on his long legs, and no longer looked at Xiao Yue'er's expression, and walked straight out of the office.

Walked to the underground parking lot, sat in the car, put his left hand on the steering wheel, picked up the mobile phone with his right hand and dialed an unknown call, showing a rare sincere smile, and his red lips lightly opened: "How is that one doing?" ”

"It seems to be injured and I didn't go to work."

"What's going on?" Hearing this, his voice suddenly increased, and his tone became unclear.

"In order to save the injury of the second young master of Muguang International."

"Where's the injury?"

"Hands on the backs of hands."

"Seriously?"

"Sort of."

"What about the others?"

"I don't know anything else, and I tell you everything I know." The other party is a little helpless, dare to love this guy for treating him as a paparazzi?

Hanging up the phone, Song Qinghao rubbed his forehead irritably, his mood was getting worse and worse, and after thinking about it, he still went to the pharmacy to buy a bunch of wound medicine, which filled a large plastic bag.

"Xia Yuxun, it looks like it's time for us to meet." Song Qinghao looked straight ahead, and his eyebrows were full of heroism. Looking at the pile of wound medicine on the co-pilot, he began to secretly hurt himself again, this position originally belonged to Xia Yuxun, but he never had a chance, and now he was actually occupied by this pile of wound medicine: "Xia Yuxun, come quickly!" Xia Yuxun, come on! Your position as the president's wife is going to be robbed by this pile of wound medicine. ”

After a while.

"Song Qinghao, you should be a madman, that's right!" He muttered to himself.

drove to the downstairs of Xia Yuxun's house, and began to struggle again, how to give her the medicine?

Inner imagination version 1: Song Qinghao went to buy a noodle kini to cover his face, and he was as light as a swallow easily evaded the surveillance and the crowd, appeared in the corridor in front of Xia Yuxun's door, knocked on the door of Xia Yuxun's house, and threw the medicine at the door and fled quickly. No, no, no! Wearing a suit and a facekini, what a lewd image, it's too funny, it's just Sven scum.

Inner Imagination Version 2: Pack the medicine and send it by courier! But, but, but Xia Yuxun doesn't accept strange couriers! She guards strangers as thieves! This can't be blamed on her, after all, she is a single beauty who lives alone like a flower, if she didn't pay more attention, she would have been eaten up by others a long time ago.

Inner Imagination Version 3: Let Song Jingjing give it to her! Anyway, as long as the medicine can reach her, what does it matter who sent it?

Thinking of this, Song Qinghao immediately drove away in the direction of home, thinking so much, he completely ignored a question, that is, whether Xia Yuxun needed this pile of medicine.

As soon as I stepped into the house, I saw Song Jingjing slumped on the sofa with a look of eating and waiting for death, muttering in her mouth: "Why didn't Sister Yuxun reply to my WeChat?" ”

"Because her hand hurts!" Song Qinghao rubbed in front of her and frightened her into turning over and standing up.

"Suffered, hurt, why? How do you know? ”

"So our family Jingjing should go and send medicine to your jade idol?" This deceitful and coaxing tone completely treats Song Jingjing as a child, as if she will eat candy if she does what he says.

Song Jingjing glanced at him impatiently and pursed her lips: "You want to send this medicine yourself, right?" Sure enough, it's a guy who has a daughter-in-law and forgets his mother, when I was sick, why didn't I see you shushing me and asking for warmth? ”

"How do you talk about this stinky girl? Whose mother do you say you are? Well? Whose mother? As he spoke, he grabbed Song Jingjing's ears.

"Brother, brother, I was wrong, I'm not your mother, I'll send you medicine." Song Jingjing covered her ears and wailed, hum, Song Qinghao, if I were your mother, would you dare to do this to me? Bah, Song Jingjing, why are you so big and small, if your mother knows what you are thinking, then your mother will definitely freeze the card for a week and impose sanctions on you, hum, the whole family is not easy to mess with, only I am a little white rabbit. If you want to improve your status, it seems that you can only rely on external forces, Yuxun idol, I'm here!

Song Jingjing glanced at the plastic bag handed over by Song Qinghao, and looked at Song Qinghao for a long time with a look like brother, don't be a fool. She rummaged through the plastic bag, the bag was full of all kinds of medicines, wasn't the Jade Smoke Idol traumatized? What does it have to do with stomach medicine? What's going on, even if there's even medicine for gynecological diseases?

Song Jingjing looked at the medicine for gynecological diseases lying quietly at the bottom of the bag, and mechanically picked up the box of medicine and handed it to Song Qinghao: "Brother, brother, you shouldn't be a fool, right?" ”

"Huh?" Song Qinghao glanced at the medicine in Song Jingjing's hand with a puzzled expression, XX Pharmaceutical, the main treatment of functional gynecological inflammation......

"Brother, how do you know that the Jade Smoke Idol needs this medicine." Song Jingjing looked at him with a blank face, as if he had insulted something sacred, yes, now in Song Jingjing's eyes, her brother desecrated her idol, and he was already very merciful to him if he didn't kill him.