When she was writing, the person was still sitting on his lap, revealing a small half of his snow-white waist, and Han Yanchen looked at it without squinting.

"If you don't call me, I'll go straight to the company to find you after class."

She clipped the note to the front of his suit and kissed him on the chin: "Mr. Han, I will miss you." ”

I was afraid that Song Zhihong would be suspicious if I went back late, and Song Ning didn't stay here with Han Yanchen for long.

After she left, Han Yanchen took out the note and looked at it, then folded it in half and stuffed it into the drawer.

Song Ning took a taxi back to the door, but did not go in immediately.

At this time, she had put away the previous wave, and the pain was obvious somewhere, and every step hurt her, making her frown.

She called Xiao Xiao: "I'm out." ”

The lights in the dormitory had been turned off, everyone else was sleeping, Xiao Xiao received a call from Song Ning and hurriedly ran to the balcony, "How is it, has it succeeded?" ”

"It was done, but it didn't work."

“……”

"I don't know how to tell you, Han Yanchen is very suspicious, and rhetoric is useless to him."

Song Ning is very self-aware, she is inexplicably upside down, it is difficult for people not to be suspicious, not to mention that the other party is still in a high position, such a person treats the relationship between men and women more cautiously.

After a pause, she whispered to Xiao Xiao: "It's painful for me." ”

Xiao Xiao's ears turned red, bit her lip and said, "Little girl, do you think it's worth it?" ”

Song Ning was resolute: "It's worth it!" ”

As long as you can step on Han Yanchen's high-quality ladder and climb up, what's wrong with sacrificing. And Han Yanchen, a man who looks and has such a superb figure, earns it when he sleeps, and he is better than that stupid bird Tang Zhuo, I don't know how many times, what does she have to lose.

Xiao Xiao asked her, "What are you going to do next?" ”

Song Ning: "One step at a time, I must marry him." ”

……

Song Zhihong was waiting for Song Ning in the living room.

Seeing her come back, Song Zhihong rubbed his hands in anticipation: "How is it?" Did Mr. Han accept those gifts? ”

Song Ning pursed her lips: "People don't look down on it." ”

"What?"

Song Zhihong's face changed suddenly, "Those things are bought according to his preferences, are they useless at all?" ”

Song Ningmian did not change his face and said: "I accepted the gift, but I don't want to cooperate." ”

took the head, and she threw it all into the river, she didn't want Song Zhihong to climb the high branch of Han Yanchen at all.

She just climbed.

Pretending to be very sleepy, Song Ning waved his hand at Song Zhihong: "Dad, I'll go to sleep first, good night." ”

As Song Ning expected, Han Yanchen did not contact her the next day.

Called his secretary Zheng Wen, Zheng Wen said that Mr. Han had gone on a business trip abroad.

I don't know if Han Yanchen is really on a business trip or a fake business trip, she didn't seduce him in vain that night, Han Yanchen gave Song a contract for a 5 million order.

Song Zhihong was overjoyed, and on the day he signed the contract, he gave Song Ning a red envelope of 5,000 yuan, and praised her several times during the meal, and the faces of his stepmother and stepsister were so black that they could be burned as charcoal.

But soon, Song Ning and Han Yanchen met again.

A ribbon-cutting ceremony at a high-end mall in Los Angeles.

In order to sneak in to see Han Yanchen, Song Ning found a relationship to be a hostess.

When she stood on the stage in a lake blue cheongsam, Han Yanchen, who was talking to someone below, saw her, the man's eyes were not shocked, and she smiled sweetly and winked at him, with affection.

When the ribbon was officially cut, Han Yanchen and the mall owner stood in the middle, Song Ning happened to stand next to Han Yanchen, and when Han Yanchen took the scissors from her tray, Song Ning's small fingers coldly hooked in his palm.

“……”

Han Yanchen glared at her, she pursed her lips and was secretly proud.

Getting closer, Han Yanchen inadvertently caught a glimpse of the cheongsam on her body, although it was tightly wrapped with a high collar and a buckle, but the fabric was really attached to her curves without leaving any room for it, obviously wearing it, in his eyes, it seemed like she was not wearing it, just like that night......