I don't know how long I slept like this, Song Qingchun vaguely noticed that the warm palm on her back had disappeared, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she subconsciously touched the side of the bed. XsHuoTXt

The mattress, which had been a little sunken, had become flat, and there was still residual heat from being sat on.

Her brows furrowed more and more, and in a half-asleep state, she continued to touch around, but she never touched Su Zhinian's person, and her long and curly eyelashes trembled lightly twice, and then slowly opened.

The bedroom was quiet, with no other light source except for the dim sleep light next to the bed.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains two meters away are not drawn, and through the bright glass windows of the entire wall, you can see the dazzling lights of Beijing in the middle of the night.

Song Qingchun hugged the quilt, sat up slowly, looked around the large bedroom of nearly forty square meters, and did not see Su Zhinian's figure.

Where is he? Left, or?

Song Qingchun subconsciously looked at the bedroom door, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

On the floor of the bedroom, a heavy carpet was laid out, and it was soft and silent to step on.

She walked to the door of the bedroom, and was just about to put her hand on the doorknob, through the red carved solid wood door, Song Qingchun heard a low conversation outside the door.

"Mr. Su, I don't quite understand what you mean, good and decent, why do you want to reclaim the shares in my hand at a high price?"

Although the voice was deliberately low, Song Qingchun could still recognize that it was a middle-aged man's voice.

"Mr. Yang, the price I give you now is three times higher than the market price, I advise you to sign it, as for the reason, I think you know better than me." What returned to this middle-aged man was Song Qingchun's familiar voice, Su Zhinian's voice. He seemed to have been chatting with the person called Mr. Yang for a while, and there was obviously a trace of impatience in his indifferent tone.

"Mr. Su, my nephew Yang Zheng did offend you tonight, but you see, you also sent people to the hospital, and you are almost angry, there is no need to kick me out of the glory, right? I guarantee that Yang Zheng will never be in the next situation in the future, so, you see, can you think about it again? ”

It was the middle-aged man's voice again, and after listening to these words, Song Qingchun finally understood what they were talking about.

Yang Zheng was the one who bullied her in the box...... And this Mr. Yang is his uncle or a shareholder of Jinbi Brilliant...... And Su Zhinian is now going to kick his uncle out of the splendid shareholders' meeting?

The person who replied to Mr. Yang this time was not Su Zhinian, but Cheng Qingliang's voice, using her usual gentle and polite tone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I'd like to trouble you to sign." ”

Cheng Qinglian paused as she spoke, Song Qingchun couldn't see the situation in the room outside, but she thought that Su Zhinian should have given Cheng Qingli some hint, and Cheng Qingliang then said: "Mr. Yang, it's not too ugly for you to sign now, if you insist on not signing like this, I'm afraid it will be embarrassing." ”

"Mr. Su, are you threatening me?" Before Mr. Yang's words were settled, Su Zhinian spoke in a non-serious tone: "Mr. Yang, you misunderstood, this is not a threat to you, this is a threat to you." ”