After the tattoo was washed twice in a row, it began to be difficult to see.

Nowadays, the means of tattoo washing are becoming more and more sophisticated, and the pain cannot be called it, but it needs to be continued, and it has little impact on weekdays.

There is no need to go to dance training now.

She didn't tell Huo Ling about this.

Shen Kuoye proposed in a public interview that Mu Ruxing take over from Shen and officially change his name to Yongxing Fund.

Huo Ling was busy doing asset accounting with Mu Renxing.

It turns out that the end of the sentence referred to this incident.

Song Shenyan didn't see Huo Ling for half a month, she waited until seven o'clock in the evening and ten o'clock, and there were no phone calls and text messages.

Bai Su persuaded her: "Mr. has been busy recently, Miss Song should rest early." ”

"Okay."

Not long after going upstairs, Huo Ling pushed the door open tiredly.

Bai Su just came down from upstairs.

"Mr. is back, Miss Song has just gone up until now."

Huo Ling nodded when he heard this, changed his shoes and went upstairs, and it was almost eleven o'clock after taking a bath and washing.

He stood at the door and still didn't knock, every day during this time.

Song Shenyan came out of the balcony and slammed open the door telepathically.

The two men wore pajamas of the same color.

It's like a couple living together.

"Coming back?" She asked.

When Huo Ling stretched out his hand, Song Shenyan took a step back.

A subtle atmosphere spreads.

With just such a small step, the intimate barrier that had been established before seemed to be invisibly broken.

Huo Ling didn't know how to speak, and let her go to bed early after sighing silently.

They closed the door, and Song Shenyan sat in the chair and was silent for a long time.

The clock ticked twelve.

Her phone rang.

"Hello?" She picked up the strange call.

"Miss Song, I'm Sangmu."

Kuwaki stood in the middle of nowhere and called her.

"What's the matter?"

It had been a long time since Sang Mu contacted her.

In the middle of the night, it's impossible to call her if there's nothing to do.

"I found Mr. Xu's body."

Song Shenyan's brain was clouded for a moment, and then he covered his stomach and vomited.

Then he put down his phone and went to the bathroom.

Holding the toilet bowl and spitting all the sour water.

Counting the time, Chen Sinian was still tortured for many days.

Her eyes were red, tears were swirling, and she couldn't cry.

Mulberry expected it, and he didn't rush it.

It wasn't until I heard the sound of the fabric that I said slowly: "Miss Song doesn't have to come, I will send you a text message about the cemetery where the ashes are stored when things are taken care of." ”

"Thank you."

Song Shenyan hung up the phone.

Sang Mu looked at Xie Tangyu who was standing next to him at a loss.

He stared at his men digging with a gloomy expression.

"Miss Song seems to be in a bad mood." Kuwaki tried to explain what had just happened.

He was going to talk about the boss's kindness, but Miss Song ignored it.

Is this a tacit understanding?

Xie Tangyu covered his nose with a handkerchief, the sour smell here was really unacceptable.

Sitting in the car, Kuwamu handed over clean clothes.

On the way back, Xie Tangyu looked at the tablet.

"Did you find out?"

Sang Mu sat in the co-pilot, and when he heard the boss's question, he immediately turned his head and replied: "I found out, but I'm afraid that only Miss Song knows about the secret base I said." ”

"If Miss Chen is engaged to you, Mr. Chen Sinian will probably be your brother-in-law, in case the matter is exposed, this is not appropriate."

Sang Mu is not only Xie Tangyu's assistant, but also the Xie family's assistant.

"Do what I say, has Xinghua Technology found it?"

Xie Tangyu flipped through the documents irritably, and felt itchy when he thought of Song Shenyan's attitude.

Sang Mu hesitated for a second before saying, "I didn't find it, the Zhao family took the land and transferred it, and they are still investigating." ”

"Mu Ruxing cares about Xinghua's fat, it's a pity."

Xie Tangyu said this fiercely.

It's a pity that these three words came out of Xie Tangyu's mouth, like a death sentence.

"I heard that Yongxing Fund is going to establish a subsidiary, and the legal person will be changed."

Mulberry said this gossip, something that is still uncertain.

"So?" Xie Tangyu didn't seem to care.

"It's Miss Song."

The legal representative of the subsidiary is Song Shenyan.

The tablet in Xie Tangyu's hand snapped and cracked a small piece.

The next morning, there was nothing in the news, and Song Shenyan ate the bread in his hand in silence.

Swiped the news interface over and over again.

Huo Ling came over and took away the slab.

"Eat seriously." He reminded.

"At eight o'clock in the evening, Qiao's family will hold a birthday banquet, you and I will go."

She had finally waited for such a day.

After many years of absence, I saw the person I wanted to see.

Huo Ling didn't know what she was going to do.

This will hesitate to explain how Mu Ruxing wants to go with him at night.

"Shen Yan, I want to talk to you."

As soon as he spoke, Song Shen stood up suddenly, and the chair was brought down with a violent muffled sound.

The maids in the room were startled and looked over.

Huo Ling looked over coldly.

Everyone dispersed.

"What's the matter?" There was a look of anger on her face.

"Mu Ruxing will go with us." He said this.

Song Shenyan stared at him, and realized the sarcasm: "One on the side? ”

"Shen Yan, you know, now the company can't do without people, and I do have some skills during this time."

"Does it matter?" Song Shenyan asked him.

"Mu Ruxing is the president of the fund, she can go by herself, why should she join us."

Among these people, Song Shenyan is the existence that needs to be attached to others.

She didn't rely on Huo Ling's name to get in.

Mu Ruxing lost Shen Kuoye, and she couldn't wait to hold Huo Ling, she knew all this.

But a man who doesn't understand the sense of boundaries, why bother to provoke her feelings.

"Song Shenyan."

Huo Ling stood up and stopped her.

"I know you're angry, but now is not the time to be angry."

This is the first time that they have parted unhappily.

At six o'clock in the evening, Song Shenyan took a car alone to the birthday banquet hotel arranged by Qiao's family.

This is a two-storey villa for the rich to hold banquets.

Someone stopped at the door to check the invitation.

Song Shenyan chose a goose yellow dress today, which made people look very young and beautiful.

The hair is simply coiled into a style, niche and delicate.

A high-profile appearance is only a bad thing, and it's just right now.

Huo Ling and Mu Ruxing came together.

When Mu Ruxing saw her, he showed a standard smile.

"Shen Yan, this." She stood beside Huo Ling and beckoned at Song Shenyan.

This triangular relationship is definitely not Song Shenyan's original intention.

She is too lazy to compete with other women for men.

But if someone deliberately embarrasses her, don't blame her for being polite.

Song Shenyan walked over, and Huo Ling walked to the front and grabbed her hand.

Mu Ruxing followed behind and entered the arena alone.

The divorce was exposed, and many people looked at Mu Ruxing and whispered about it.

It's nothing more than those words.

On the first floor, everyone is looking for their own circles.

There are very few people going up to the second floor.

When Qu Pan walked out of the lounge, he happened to see Song Shenyan.

She stood at the railing on the second floor: "Shen Yan, come up." ”

Song Shenyan raised his head and smiled: "Sister Xiao Pan." ”

Then go up to meet everyone's gaze.

Qu Pan led her into the private room.

As soon as I opened the door, I looked over.

On the main seat sat a middle-aged man in a suit, Qiao Zhong.