“…….”

Song Yuexiu choked on a sip of wine into her trachea.

After a while, his cold and gloomy voice came, "What do you call me?" ”

Have the courage to call it again!

Tong Wanwan slapped her forehead, eager to bite her tongue, blaming her brain just now!

It's in the play, it's in the play!

She calmed down and asked, "President, when are you going to finish eating?" Do you need me to drive to pick you up? ”

"Do you have a car?" Song Yuexiu asked rhetorically.

"I can rent it, in a matter of minutes." Tong Wanwan replied immediately.

"No, a car will take me back later, so let's do it first." After Song Yuexiu finished speaking in a cold tone, she was about to take the phone away from her ear.

Tong Wanwan shouted anxiously, "I don't feel at ease when others send me!" ”

Song Yuexiu listened to her words, paused, and put the mobile phone that she had taken away back to her ear, "As long as this other person is not you, it is safe!" ”

Tong Wanwan stayed for a few seconds before she realized that she was disgusted by someone around the corner.

The phone hung up.

Tong Wanwan sat on the sofa depressed.

"Hmph, it's not uncommon for Miss Ben to save you! Just let that vixen suck you dry and squeeze your ......"

However, he may still be useful.

The last sentence, what she said in her heart was weak and sour!

…….

At seven o'clock, Tong Wanwan ran to Song Yuexiu's room and rang the doorbell and didn't come back.

At eight o'clock, I went to ring the doorbell again, but I still didn't come back.

Eight thirty......

Nine......

Nine-fifteen... Thirty... Forty... Fifty....

Ten o'clock! Ten o'clock! Ten o'clock!

She couldn't help but call, and before the call went through, she was still in the middle of the two possibilities of being forced and voluntary.

But when he answered the phone, his voice sounding as cold as before, the possibility of being forced shattered.

"President, why haven't you come back yet?" She asked, and the tone of weakness and resentment was like complaining about her husband who returned late.

"There's something to talk about." Song Yuexiu replied lightly.

"It's ten o'clock, why do you have to talk about it for so long? People are going to sleep too! Tong Wanwan was anxious with him.

On the other end of the phone, after three seconds of silence, "Secretary Luo goes to bed early." ”

After the cold voice finished speaking, the phone hung up.

Tong Wanwan's hand slowly slid down, and the whole person was like a leaky ball, deflated little by little.

She didn't go back to her room, just sat cross-legged at his door.

Time passes minute by minute...

She looked at her phone every two minutes.

Eleven!!! It's eleven o'clock!!

The anxiety is also mixed with the irritability, she feels that her heart and intestines are stirred up and she is about to go berserk, is she still talking? I didn't believe her to death.

She called again.

Not only did it not pass this time, but also... Powered off!! Powered off!! He actually turned off his phone!!

"Song Yuexiu, you stinky man who has no determination!" She got up and kicked his door a few times, kicking her toe clips off.

She bared her teeth in pain and crouched on the ground.

In the quiet corridor, the pain slowly eased, and the person slowly calmed down, decadent, and deflated.

Rising from the floor, she crossed her toes and leaned against the wall back to her room.

Lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, I felt so funny.

People aren't really your fiancés!

Don't say that Tong Wanwan has turned into a handful of ashes, even if she is alive, Song Yuexiu may not necessarily choose her, and she .....

Close your eyes, and your heart is swollen and astringent.

**********

The next morning.

Tong Wanwan came out of the quilt and saw the bright sunshine outside, but her heart sank all the way.

"Hey, don't think about it, don't think about it, whatever!" She slapped her face and swept away the cold water weeds that wrapped around her heart.

At the same time, tell herself that there is no grass at the end of the world, she is now Luo Qiao, and she can find anyone.

Nine thirty o'clock.

According to the itinerary, the team with the company will wait for the president downstairs at ten o'clock, and after the meeting, we will go to the Ou's Group together.

Tong Wanwan sorted out the documents and went to Song Yuexiu's room.

She rang the doorbell, and it was He Xi who came to open the door, and he smiled and asked, "Did you sleep well?" ”

"Very good!" Tong Wanwan answered him succinctly.

She went in, and Song Yuexiu was eating breakfast on the balcony, he was noble and handsome in a smoky gray suit, elegant and ascetic.

The two of them stood a meter away from him, Tong Wanwan stared at the back of his head, as if he could stare at a big hole-