Originally, the brain was not really drunk, but a feeling of confusion.

From the moment she heard the voice, she instantly straightened up.

After two seconds of contemplation, he pressed it again.

"Password input error, warning, warning!"

She didn't press it again, put her fingers on the buttons, and rested her head against the door with her eyes closed, not sad.

I told myself so.

Then I pressed it one last time.

Bang, the door opened.

She closed the door very softly, as if she was afraid of making a noise, so she sat on the stool in the entrance and looked at the neatly arranged slippers without changing her shoes.

Men, black, size 43.

The bag slipped from her shoulders to the ground, and she covered her face with her hands, as if afraid of tears, desperately trying not to collapse over these things.

She didn't dare to admit it, seeing Ye Zhi's face full of spring rebirth, she instantly thought of her situation, it didn't seem to be anything, just a little uncomfortable, but now because of a trivial thing, she stepped halfway.

Others see her beautiful side is fake, and the beautiful side shows people, but if you take off the mask, you can see the gray and gloomy face on her face.

Xu Jicheng, and even himself will keep reminding.

Don't be delusional.

Song Shenyan is not delusional, he is not self-conscious, he wants something that will never be answered.

She walked in the fog in confusion, thinking that as long as she walked forward, she could reach the dawn, but this was not the case, she took a fork in the road, and then saw someone in the distance holding a torch to illuminate her, she thought it was light, and felt warm while doubting that she was going to approach.

After a few steps, she walked slowly and stagnantly. But his skin was still burned by the light of the torch. I thought it was okay to endure it, but the closer I got there, the more it hurt. She stopped to look at herself, and forget it, she wanted to turn around.

But the man didn't move, beckoning to her.

It's okay if it hurts, because you can see the road.

So still go for it.

Standing up slowly, she put on her stuffed bunny slippers and walked on the living room tiles, cold and unwarm.

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, I came out of the room, and there was no light in the room.

The room was unwelcoming, like an overnight hotel.

She snuggled up on the sofa in the living room and hugged a blanket to watch a movie all night.

When I got up the next day, there were four or five missed calls on my mobile phone, not Xie Tangyu, but an unfamiliar number.

The caller ID looks like it's from abroad.

When she goes to work during the day, she can't be idle, her mind is a lot empty, and the emotions in last night are like water, which will dry and she will never find a trace again.

Before she got off work, she received a call from Lu Xuerong.

The other party said very clearly on the phone, he needed to go to a small banquet in the evening, about the charity association, there was no suspense about this matter, Song Shenyan would definitely go, but Qiao Zhong would also come to her.

And in person.

At half past five in the afternoon, she walked out of the door of the theater, and was just about to take a taxi when she saw a woman who looked like a secretary walking towards her.

"Hello Miss Song, I'm Mr. Qiao's secretary, and he's waiting for you in the car."

Song Shenyan looked over and couldn't see anything through the car window.

She hesitated: "Is it Mr. Qiao Zhongqiao?" ”

The secretary nodded: "Exactly." ”

Walking to the car, Qiao Zhong didn't get out of the car, it was the secretary who opened the door.

After sitting in, I saw Qiao Zhong wearing a casual shirt and trousers, sitting on a leather chair smoking a cigar.

The smell is so strong that I subconsciously want to cover my nose.

But I held back.

Qiao Zhong smiled: "Miss Song doesn't like it?" He took the hand of his cigar and gave it a touch.

This sounds less like an inquiry, more like a dissatisfaction.

Song Shenyan didn't hide it, and said directly: "I don't like it." ”

After sitting down, Qiao Zhong put the cigar in the glass jar next to him, and then the car opened the loop, and the flavor dissipated in only two seconds.

"I was negligent."

He looked a little more familiar with her than he had done the last time.

Song Shenyan was apprehensive, but not timid.

I don't want to wear too formal when I go to work, shirt and trousers, and my figure is perfectly wrapped inside, young and beautiful.

"Mr. Qiao has something to do with me?"

Qiao Zhong glanced at the secretary.

The secretary opened the document in his hand and handed it to Song Shenyan's eyes.

This is a transfer for a private equity fund.

Song Shenyan didn't understand, raised his head and asked, "This is?" ”

"Kelly, you say."

Secretary Kelly explained: "This is a gift from Mr. Qiao to Miss Song, the procedure is legal, and you can use it at will in the future. ”

"Why give it to me?"

Qiao Zhong didn't say anything, and Kelly didn't speak.

I can hear a needle in the car quietly.

The air conditioning in the car was at the right temperature, but it made people nervous, her back seemed to be a little wet, and sweat was about to rise on her forehead.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Song looks like an old friend of mine, I said that."

Qiao Zhong's legs were folded, his collar was slightly exposed, and the years could not be seen from his face at all, but he had a bit of the unique charm of a mature man.

This is something that Xie Tangyu and even Huo Ling can't have.

But.

This man has been entangled with Song Tan for several years, and when she thinks of those pictures, she suddenly feels uncomfortable in her stomach.

People look like dogs, Sven scum.

There was hatred in his eyes unconsciously, but Qiao Zhong looked at it but didn't say anything.

"That old man also has a daughter, but unfortunately died young, otherwise it would be Miss Song's age, and even the appearance must be a little similar."

Song Shenyan pinched out a red mark in her palm, and at this moment, she felt that the other party already knew herself.

However, Qiao Zhong pretended not to care again.

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

"Since I met Miss Song, it is better to be a friend, or a niece, anyway, I am alone, and it is good to have someone to say something once in a while."

Song Shenyan looked at the document and pondered.

Fight in your head.

His words were rejected or accepted.

If you refuse, you are likely to anger you, or cut off the thread from now on.

If accepted, anything can happen in the future, this is an abyss of the unknown.

There is no bottom, and you can only rely on yourself.

"Miss Song?" Qiao Zhong's patience ran out.

Song Shenyan smiled shyly as if he was embarrassed.

Then he stretched out his slender bony hand and took the file.

Kelly handed the pen over with discernment.

"Here." Pointing to the bottom of the file.

Song Shenyan raised his head to look at Qiao Zhong again: "Mr. Qiao's good intentions are terrifying, but it is not easy to refuse." ”

Then he signed his name in the field of consent.

Then he wiped his lips with his fingertips, and pressed his lipstick as ink, and pressed it on his name.

She is not afraid of Qiao Zhongcha, if she is afraid that she will not get into this car today.

There are some things that really need to be opened up to figure it out.

"Kelly has been with me since I was a teenager, and I am doing things safely, and I will contact her if I have something."

After Qiao Zhong said this, Kelly's eyes darkened by two points, but he still took out the business card in his pocket with his hands and feet, and sent it to Song Shenyan with both hands.

"Miss Song, this is my private number."

Song Shenyan accepted it and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Qiao." ”

"Nope." Song Shenyan immediately changed his tune.

"Thank you for calling the third uncle."