cpa300_4(); Su Zhinian shook his head slightly, emptying all these thoughts in his mind, he closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the car, and began to count, trying to make himself clear, however, counting and counting, I don't know what happened, the Arabic numerals were counted as "handsome-no-close-leg".

Handsome to the point of being close-no-close-legging......

These six words are like a spell, this afternoon, from time to time, they got into his mind, so that when he signed in the afternoon, he also signed the three words "Su Zhinian" as "handsome to fit - not - close - legs".

Su Zhinian felt that he might have been infected by Song Qingchun, and like her, he also remembered messy things in his brain, but his heroine was not another woman, but her.

The familiar heat spread all over his body again, his sense of smell became extremely sensitive at this time, and all he was filled with was her fragrance, he couldn't help but raise his hand and ripped off his tie, but the heat still couldn't be relieved, and even the thoughts in his mind became more limitless, handsome to close-no-twin-legs, handsome to her...... Close-not-fold-leg?

Su Zhinian's breathing was slightly suffocated, and then while he hadn't lost his temper, he raised his hand without thinking and pressed the window.

The cold wind in the depths of winter blew whirring, and it didn't take long to blow away the warmth in the car room, and it barely blew a little to calm the dry fire in Su Zhizhi's body.

-

Beijing at seven o'clock is the most congested time.

Usually, it is only a twenty-minute journey from the company to Jinbi, and it took an hour to arrive.

The people who are going to gather tonight have all arrived, and as soon as Su Zhinian and his party sat down, the waiter immediately began to serve the food.

The people at the dinner table estimated that they had a lot of contact with Su Zhinian, and everyone was not too surprised to see Cheng Qinglian, so they naturally said hello, and then their attention fell on Song Qingchun's body, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Probably because Su Zhinian didn't mean to make an introduction for a long time, someone couldn't help but ask when he was toasting: "Who is this?" ”

"The surname is Song." Su Zhinian didn't seem to want to say more, he just mentioned a surname, and didn't even say his name, until he finished clinking glasses and drinking wine, he added: "A friend, it's not my company." ”

His tone of voice was very light, and there was no ambiguity at all, but Cheng Qinglian, who was sitting next to Song Qingchun, understood the deep meaning of Su Zhinian's words.

In the circle of shopping malls, many companies will deliberately recruit some young and beautiful employees, who do not need to be smart and capable, but only need to be coquettish, coaxing, and drinking enough when they are taken out to talk about work.

After all, most people are prone to have a good impression of beautiful things.

Of course, this kind of beautiful employee has tacitly become the object of ridicule at the wine table.

*OSS replied by saying this, undoubtedly telling everyone that Miss Song is not someone they can joke about casually.

Behind his insignificant words, there is actually a strong protection he has for her.

I'm afraid that in this world, only Miss Song can make him so attentive.

After eating, Mr. Zhang, who was the east, opened two boxes, several bosses gathered in one box to play cards, and other people sang in the box next to them.