Chapter 68: The Poor Little Who Was Divorced (11)
After making a phone call, Shao Qingshu pressed the money under the coffee cup, got up and left.
Shao Yuheng was so angry with Jiang Juan that his brain was about to explode, and Song Minglu on the side swept his eyes over the door and saw a back.
The back is slender, and even a little familiar.
Song Minglu's face was complicated, and he said to Shao Yuheng: "I seem to have seen Brother Shao just now. ”
Shao Yuheng, who was already angry, was even more irritable when he heard this.
"Are you mistaken, don't you do it in front of me?"
If it weren't for Shao Qingshu, would he be angry with Jiang Juan here?
Song Minglu kept thinking about that back in his mind.
Did she really read it wrong?
Presumably.
It won't be such a coincidence.
But it's always so coincidental.
This is the second time that the ginger roll has encountered rain.
Jiang Juan always felt that she didn't fit with this body.
There were still things in his pockets, and Jiang Juan covered his pockets, afraid of getting wet, and stood under the trees on the side of the road wondering whether to take a taxi.
Cheng Zhi was waiting nearby, and after receiving Shao Qingshu's call, he drove the car to the café.
After Shao Qingshu got into the car, he didn't speak.
Cheng Zhi asked him: "Mr. Shao, do you want to go directly to the company?" ”
Shao Qingshu spends most of his time in the company, and Cheng Zhi has been by his side for a long time.
Watch how this person has grown from a teenager to a president who can take charge of himself.
He still remembered that Shao Qingshu was only in his early twenties at that time, and in this business circle, he was still a teenager, and he originally thought that he would fall a lot, but the young man was ruthless, so he carried it hard.
Until now, when the name Shao Qingshu is mentioned, many seniors who have been working hard in the business circle for many years have changed their faces.
However, behind the success, only Shao Qingshu himself knows how much effort it takes.
Shao Qingshu didn't answer very decisively this time, but hesitated rarely.
It was changing outside and it was starting to rain.
He looked out the window and said, "Let's drive slowly down this road." ”
Cheng Zhi didn't know what Shao Qingshu thought, but he did what he wanted.
It didn't take long for Shao Qingshu to see people on the side of the road.
Standing under the tree with a dazed face, her body was already wet, and she was still clutching her pockets.
What's in your pocket?
Shao Qing's eyelashes drooped lightly, and his voice was faint: "Stop the car." ”
Cheng Zhi immediately stopped the car, but fortunately, the speed was not fast.
After parking, Cheng Zhi glanced at Shao Qingshu from the rearview mirror and asked Shao Qingshu: "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Shao?" ”
The rain slid down the car window, leaving a few winding water marks, the car window was blurry, but the girl's facial outline could still be seen, Shao Qingshu asked knowingly: "Is Miss Jiang outside?" ”
Miss Jiang Family?
Cheng Zhi lowered the window to look and found that it was.
Standing here on a rainy day, there must be no umbrella.
The little girl is so pitiful.
Cheng Zhi sympathized in his heart, but he didn't dare to do anything without permission.
Shao Qingshu hates others to assert himself the most, and he still knows this.
Unexpectedly, a man's gentle voice came from behind: "Let her get in the car." ”
Cheng Zhi was stunned for a while before he reacted.
He leaned to the right and called Jiang Roll in the car: "Miss, do you want to get in the car?" ”
When Jiang Juan heard the voice, he thought it was a taxi driver, but when he looked at it, he found that it was a private car, and it looked quite expensive.
She is very vigilant and quickly thinks of many homicides.
Surely nothing good.
Not on ...... Cart.
The gaze shifts, and the rear window slowly lowers down.
The man sat in the back, dimly lit, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, his angular face was very delicate, and his long eyelashes fanned as if they were about to scrape through the lenses.
Your Highness!