The young man's performance was young and cute, which made Song Qingchun's frightened heart relax a lot, and she smiled at the young man and thanked him again.

The young man was even more embarrassed, and his face was red as if he was about to drip blood.

Song Qingchun changed the subject with interest: "What's your name?" ”

The young man raised his hand, rubbed his nose a little crampedly, and told Song Qingchun two words: "Gao Hao." ”

After a pause, the young man also asked, "What about you?" ”

"Song Qingchun."

"Your name is familiar, I think I've heard it somewhere...... Oh, I remember, are you the reporter from T? ”

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In the process of chatting with the young man, Song Qingchun knew that he was a student at Peking University, a sophomore, a native of Hubei, and the top student in the college entrance examination that year.

Song Qingchun arrived at the station first, she originally wanted to invite the young man to a meal in order to express her gratitude, but the young man was in a hurry to go on a date with his girlfriend, so she gave up.

Coming out of the subway, the cold wind blew, and Song Qingchun's brain was much clearer.

While walking towards Su Zhinian's villa, she also recalled what happened in the subway, and the more she thought about it, the more scared she felt.

When Song Qingchun was about to walk to the door of Su Zhinian's villa, he took out his mobile phone and sent it to a circle of friends, briefly expounding his thrilling and exciting story in the subway, and by the way, he also added a sentence "It's just a little bit, I'll see God", followed by a few "crying" and "grievance" expressions.

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Su Zhinian, who manages two companies, is even more busy in the days when the Spring Festival is approaching.

He had just held a video conference of Song's enterprise in the general manager's office of his company, and before he even drank his saliva after the end, he was reminded by Cheng Freehand to go to the conference room for a meeting.

Su Zhinian rubbed his eyebrows, which were a little depressed because of tiredness, stood up, picked up his mobile phone, and walked out of the office.

Cheng Shuyi hugged the computer and documents, and followed him step by step.

When he was about to walk to the conference room, Su Zhinian's mobile phone clicked.

Su Zhinian took out his mobile phone, saw that it was a WeChat reminder, and after clicking in, he found that it was sent by the WeChat movement, and when he was about to quit, he saw a red dot in the circle of friends, and clicked on it, the first one was the content of Song Qingchun's circle of friends.

"When I got off work on the subway tonight, I was squeezed out of the safety yellow line, if it wasn't for someone who came to the rescue at a critical moment, I guess I would have made headlines tomorrow...... It's really thrilling, I still feel palpitations, just a little bit, I saw God......"

Su Zhinian's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Cheng Xianyi looked at him with some puzzlement: "Mr. Su? ”

Su Zhinian turned a deaf ear, stared intently at the mobile phone screen and continued to look at it for a while, and then his eyebrows frowned fiercely, he pointed to the door of the conference room to Cheng Shuyi, signaling her to go in first, and then took the mobile phone, entered the number, and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window not far away.

The call was quickly answered, accompanied by Song Qingchun's soft "hey" sound, Su Zhinian also heard the sound of running water and the sound of a smoking machine.

Is she cooking? It seems that she is not injured......

Su Zhinian's heart finally fell, and he just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression paused again, because he ......

PS: Because of what? I woke up and revealed~~~ I'm so tired of writing today, good night~

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