3. Remorse

Song Ziming smiled and didn't answer, and held her who almost fell to the ground, "I'll send you back, which hotel are you staying in?" ”

Bai Manyun raised his eyes and said sneeringly: "Then you want to go home with me~"

As he spoke, he stood up and approached him, his red lips were seductive, and Song Ziming looked away, "Otherwise, I will leave you here, there are many people around who want to send you!" ”

She was excited, and immediately separated from him, "No need, I can go back by myself." ”

I didn't expect her to react so much, "Is there a sense of security at this time?" Okay, be careful on the road, we'll see you later. ”

Bai Manjun had to admit that it felt very comfortable to be with him, but it also felt dangerous.

"Goodbye." How is it possible that there will be a period later? She thought so.

As it turns out, there are no absolutes.

Bai Manyun saw him standing with a man at the airport, and she whispered: "Yes, you, you actually know Mr. Song."

Then he smiled and stretched out his hand to another person: "Hello Mr. Song, I'm Bai Manyun."

The man looked confused, pointed at Song Ziming and said, "Manager Bai, this is Mr. Song, and I am his assistant."

Song Ziming didn't smile and held her hand, "Fortunately, Miss Bai, it seems that you can't do your homework, even take a photo of me." ”

She was dumbfounded, it's not that she doesn't want to look for it, it's that she can't find it, it's not good to go to President Song's place, right? quickly adjusted his facial expressions, "Mr. Song is really low-key, and he also went to the bar to sing." ”

His assistant took over, "That's the bar opened by our President Song, and I go over a few times from time to time." ”

The atmosphere of "......" was very delicate, and she cut her hair, "Mr. Song is really young and promising, young and promising!" ”

Seeing her brows furrowed, Song Ziming couldn't help but quip, "Where, I'm just better than my straw bag brother." ”

Sure enough, I remember! Bai Manyun has thousands of grass and mud horses galloping in his heart.

Song Ziming didn't embarrass her anymore, and said to his assistant: "You go back first, you can help me take care of the business in the United States, I will come over from time to time to take a look, and call if you have any questions."

The two sat together, Bai Manyun regretted it in his heart, why did he say those words to him! Is.

She peeked at Song Ziming, and this thing was actually sleeping peacefully.

Song Ziming's skin is very white, his eyelashes are curled, and his tough facial lines do not make people feel feminine.

Seeing his pursed lips and the clip she attached yesterday flashed in his mind, Bai Manyun felt very uncomfortable.

"Have you seen enough?" Song Ziming said indifferently, but his eyes didn't open.

She retracted her gaze, "Isn't it that Mr. Song is too good-looking." ”

"I don't like your tone, can you talk well."

She had nothing to say, now that he was her boss, how could she dare to be so presumptuous as before.

They sat in first class, and even girls came to talk to them.

Towards Manyun asked, "Is he your boyfriend?" ”

"It's not."

"Then can you give me his WeChat?"

Song Ziming closed his eyes, and he didn't know if he was asleep. Manyun glanced at him, "Wait, I'll call him." ”

Before she could speak, Song Ziming propped herself up, held her in his arms, and said to the girl with a smile: "Wife, you are joking with others again." I'm sorry, I'm her husband. ”

The girl left, Bai Manyun was shocked, and a "wife" screamed that gave her goosebumps all over her body.

But he said, "It's the simplest and crudest way, you don't mind, do you?"

He is the boss and he has the final say, but she still can't help but scold: "Naturally not, I just admire Mr. Song, is it your wife who sits next to you?" ”

Song Ziming's figure was stunned, silent, inexplicably satisfied, and felt that this was a little like the previous Bai Manyun.

This is the most torturous plane Bai Manyun has ever done, and the white clouds outside the window are covered with white clouds, and she has no intention of watching it.