They stood at the door of the company, the cold wind blowing on their bodies, and the woman's ruddy face was dyed pale with cold.

Song Jinyan immediately laughed: "I'm sorry," he gentlemanly retreated behind the woman: "Let's go back to the office."

Su Jiuge nodded and walked in.

In the office where the heating was turned on, Su Jiuge took off his scarf and sat down, and his stunning face was all revealed.

Song Jinyan was in a trance, looking at this face, he liked it.

Song Jinyan poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Su Jiuge, and then spoke: "Are you here because of the news?"

Su Jiuge bit her lip, her eyebrows overflowed with a hint of sadness: "Yes, everyone says that I am a woman who thinks differently," her eyebrows and eyes were puzzled: "Am I really such a woman?"

She was extremely aggrieved, and her delicate and tender face was innocent and sweet.

Song Jinyan only felt that her heart was hot, such a woman, her emotions were real, as if she was coquettish, as if he had really seen it ten years ago.

Song Jin walked away with a leisurely thought: "Of course you're not."

Su Jiuge smiled a little at this time, and gently leaned to the man's side, the rich aroma lingering: "Jin Yan, do you still like me?"

The woman's hand had climbed to his neck.

Even a fool knows that she exhales like a blue and has a strong mind.

Song Jinyan was slightly shocked, and reflexively hugged the slender waist of the woman.

"Sumire, you say, if I and my sister, which one do you want?" Su Jiuge twisted lightly in the man's arms, and his voice was charming.

Wenqiao is undoubtedly beautiful, any man wants to have such a woman, but in front of Su Jiuge, that kind of beauty is just a porridge side dish.

This woman really only uses one beautiful word to describe it.

"Of course, I want you." Song Jinyan was fascinated, and said in a crisp voice, bowing her head, she was going to kiss the woman's red lips.

"Song Jinyan!" The door was pushed open with force, and Wen Qiao's angry and distorted face appeared in the space where there were only two people.

Su Jiuge dodged the man's lips, and under his hidden eyelashes, a cold mockery spread.

Song Jinyan raised her head and frowned: "Why are you here?"

He was quite displeased, and he didn't need to think about it, the displeasure was clear at a glance.

"Wen Yihuan, are you going to fight me to the end now!" Wen Yi angrily stretched out his hand and pointed at the woman's beautiful but cold face.

Su Jiuge came out of Song Jinyan's arms, half-lying on the sofa, curling coldly: "I don't know what my sister is talking about."

Wen Qiao's face turned red with anger, for a while, she really thought that this woman had disappeared from her and Song Jinyan's life, but now she was seducing her man like a woman.

It seems that the accident should have hit her.

"Get out of here!" Wen Qiao stepped forward uncontrollably, and wanted to pull Su Jiuge away, but before he could meet Su Jiuge, he was stopped by Song Jinyan, his face was ugly: "Wen Qiao, don't make trouble."

Wen Qiao screamed: "Song Jinyan, you promised me!"

"Get me out." Song Jinyan took the woman's hand and was about to pull her out.

"Let go of me! Wen Yihuan, you make it clear to me! "Wenqiao struggled.

Su Jiuge closed his eyes, opened them again, and his long eyelashes fanned slightly: "If you weren't so boring as to frame me, I really can't remember this man."

Song Jinyan's body stiffened slightly, and Wen Qiao glared at her hatefully.

Su Jiuge said with a smile, very lazy: "I'm very curious, sister, who gave you such a great ability to stuff people into Du Ruo and do things on the beams of the house?"

Wen Qiao's face immediately changed, and he denied it anxiously: "What nonsense are you talking about!"