Before the thoughts in Song Qingchun's mind were settled, Mrs. Huang smiled at her flatteringly: "Miss Song, since you have opened your mouth for this little ......"

I am afraid that Mrs. Huang habitually wants to scold Tang Nuan as a "little slut", but for the sake of Song Qingchun's face, she changed her words again: "...... She pleaded, of course this matter is over, I can not give other people's face, but Miss Song's face, I can't help but give ......"

Where is this to give her face, it is obviously to give Su Zhinian face, she is just a fox and a fake tiger...... However, everyone is from a wealthy family, and no one is bad at talking to people and talking nonsense, Song Qingchun smiled more politely than Mrs. Huang: "Then thank you Mrs. Huang, I will definitely invite you to dinner another day." ”

"What Miss Song said, I should invite you."

……

Song Qingchun and Mrs. Huang each flattered each other before saying goodbye to each other, and Mrs. Huang took her two bodyguards to get into the car and leave.

The onlookers around saw that the matter was over, and they all quickly dispersed.

Song Qingchun lowered his head, glanced at Tang Nuan, who was curled up on the ground with a pale face, and moved his lips, wanting to ask her, "Are you okay?" When the words came to his lips, he felt that there was no need for this, and he didn't even ask for Tang Nuan's thanks, so he turned around and walked to the taxi that was still waiting for him on the side of the road. Only a wife is like life

Before she got into the car, she turned her head to look at Tang Nuan, who was lying on the ground and struggling several times, but didn't get up, sighed softly, opened her bag, pulled a thick stack of money from it, and handed it to the taxi master: "I'm sorry, can I trouble you with one thing, send that young lady to the people's hospital in front, she is pregnant, and it looks like there are signs of miscarriage......"

The taxi master looked at Song Qingchun's thick stack of money, hesitated, agreed, and then pushed the car door, got out of the car and walked towards Tang Nuan.

Song Qingchun bypassed the two taxis, continued to stop a car, pulled the car door, and sat down.

Song Qingchun, who never looked back, didn't notice that Tang Nuan, who was picked up by the taxi master, looked at her with complicated and stunned eyes.

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When Song Qingchun called, Su Zhinian was in a meeting.

He waited until the manager of the business department finished the report before saying "sorry", got up and walked out of the conference room, found a relatively quiet place, and answered Song Qingchun's call. My life of counterattack

……

Thoughts......

Su Zhinian, who didn't realize that his phone had landed at all, looked at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him and slightly hooked his lips.

Thoughts......

Su Zhinian recalled in his mind Song Qingchun's gentle tone of calling his name again, the curvature of the corners of his lips became larger, and even between his eyebrows and eyes, a smile was dyed.

Thoughts......

Su Zhinian thought about it again without being annoyed, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud, paused, Su Zhinian laughed again, and just when he was about to laugh for the third time, Cheng Qingnian's voice came from behind him: "Mr. Su." ”

Su Zhinian hurriedly retracted the smile on his face, in order not to show his flaws in gaffe, he raised his hand, covered his lips slightly, and suppressed the surging joy in his chest by coughing, and said a very cold "um", and then the second his voice fell, the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.