Urna's people followed Zhou Hao and watched Song Boli get in the car and leave.

As soon as Song Boli's car started, Zhou Hao turned his head to Shen Qiang and Yu Jiandao: "Go to Song's early tomorrow morning, be sure to sign the contract, and the price must be negotiated." If the price is negotiated, we can quickly calculate the production cost, and then we can find a partner to set the price. Don't delay everyone's progress. ”

Shen Qiang nodded, although she didn't want to see Song Boli again, but who made Urna her place of work.

Yu Jian drank the wine and shouted the price, and sent Zhou Hao and the design director home by the way, and Liu Xiangwei lived far away and left first.

And Chen Jiaojiao drank wine and shouted for the substitute driver, and Shen Qiang accompanied her to wait for the driver in the wind.

Chen Jiaojiao hooked Shen Qiang's neck and said with a smile: "Let's say, tell me honestly, what is the relationship between you and Song Dong." ”

Shen Qiang had long expected Chen Jiaojiao to ask such a question, and she said without changing her face: "Do you think that if I have a relationship with Song Dong, I will still be a director of commercial jewelry in Urna?" Why don't I go to Eternal to make haute couture jewelry? ”

It makes sense, Chen Jiaojiao hissed and said, "That's right." ”

"But I always feel weird," Chen Jiaojiao said, "How do I feel, Song Dong likes you." ”

Hearing this sentence from the mouth of a bystander Chen Jiaojiao, Shen Qiang lowered her eyes a little unnaturally.

Song Boli likes her?

What about liking?

She didn't like him again.

"You drank too much," Shen Qiang said mercilessly: "He is the prince of Hong Kong City, he will marry in the future, and he is also a young lady of the family, have you watched too many romance movies, the prince and the little director, where does the love come from?" ”

Chen Jiaojiao felt that what Shen Qiang said was reasonable, and she nodded approvingly, "That's right, it's right, the substitute driver has arrived, I'm leaving." Be safe yourself. ”

Shen Qiang watched Chen Jiaojiao get into the car and leave.

So I also clicked on my mobile phone to take a taxi, and the moment I took out my mobile phone, an extended version of a Rolls-Royce was parked in front of me. Shen Qiang took half a step back, but felt that this car was a little familiar.

The windows were lowered, revealing Song Boli's chiseled side face.

Isn't he already gone?

How did you come back again?

Without waiting for Song Boli to speak, Shen Qiang turned around and left without hesitation.

The back is chic and resolute, and it is completely like two people when they were in the restaurant just now.

Song Boli's eyes narrowed slightly, and he watched Shen Qiang get on the bus.

The bus doors closed, and the car drove away slowly, leaving a row of exhaust fumes.

Secretary Chen said, "Dong Song, shall we go back too?" ”

Song Boli sat in the back row, under the light of the street lamp, his cold side face was half hidden in the shadows, half exposed to the strong light of the street lamp, his eyes dimmed, his eyes locked on the bus, and said, "Catch up." ”

The subway is gone, but there is also a night bus at night, which can also go directly to her community. There was basically no one on the bus at night, and now there was only Shen Qiang and a driver, and she felt quite comfortable.

Shen Qiang put on the headphones and was about to open WeChat to chat with Zhuang Fangjie for a while, and the next moment, the driver slammed on the brakes.

Shen Qiang leaned forward by inertia, grasping the seat in front of her with her hand.

Looking ahead with a little fear, Shen Qiang looked at it, and the port 1 had already overtaken at some point, keeping a safe distance and parked in front of the bus.

The driver opened the door as usual at every stop, even if no one got on or off the bus.

This stop is no exception. The back door was opened and closed.

But in the next second, the front door was gently tapped with a knuckle.

The driver subconsciously opened the door.

Shen Qiang grabbed the seat in the front row, frowned, and looked at the three steps at the front door with a pair of black leather shoes, and in the next second, Song Boli's figure appeared in the pupils.

Dark suit, broad shoulders and narrow waist, height and long legs.

Shen Qiang's hand on the front seat tightened, and she looked at Song Boli.

The lights on the bus were dim, his eyes were downcast, his face was moist, and his big hand with distinct bones took out a hundred yuan bill and threw it into the coin box, and then apologized slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, please continue to drive." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked his tall body towards the middle and rear of the carriage.

Pacing forward, his eyes looked at the back row, and walked towards Shen Qiang's position step by step.

The author has something to say:

The first 30 red envelopes. Tomorrow continues at nine o'clock.

The first trick of the boss chasing his wife: to be a partner.

The second trick of chasing his wife: sharing the bus.

Hey, keep cheeky and beg for something (and nutrient solution for the game!) ）

Hee-hee-hee-hee.

Chapter 30: Chapter 30

◎"I'm just afraid, Shen Qiang won't look back." ”◎

The evening breeze is light, and the night is hazy.

The street lamps on both sides of the road spilled down, and the bus flickered and dimmed, except for a small orange lamp in the middle, enveloping his figure.

Shen Qiang was still in shock, her heart beating faster.

A familiar woody incense mixed with a faint tobacco fragrance swept in, her shoulder was gently touched, she looked sideways, Song Boli was sitting next to her.

In a small space, the shoulders are close together.

Although she was separated by clothes, the memory of four years of skin-to-skin kissing made Shen Qiang frown and subconsciously stood up, but she was sitting in the position inside, and after standing up, there was a car window behind her, and Song Boli in front of her.

The driver started the bus, stepped on the accelerator, Shen Qiang inertia forward, and was forced to lean back by her, and when the back of her head was about to hit the window, she already thought of the pain of the back of her head hitting the glass.

But the imaginary pain didn't come, and a large warm hand was attached to the back of her head to block the pain for her.

The windows and the crash sounded a muffled grunt, and the pain all went to the big hand.

Song Boli's face did not change, his hand was on the back of her head, and the side of his face looked particularly warm under the warm yellow halo, he looked at Shen Qiang, and said with a slight smile: "Miss Irene, are you so surprised to see me?" ”

Shen Qiang was not surprised, but frightened, she frowned, turned her head away from the hand leaning on him, looked down at him, did not speak, and said coldly: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Of course it's by bus," Song Boli replied vaguely, and then his eyes lifted slightly, looked at Shen Qiang who was standing and talking, and withdrew the hand she disliked.

"You have a car, what kind of bus do you take?"

"Can't you take the bus if you have a car?" Song Boli was reasonable, and chuckled: "It's my right to take the bus." ”

Indeed, it is Song Boli's right to take the bus.

But is he really just taking the bus?

"Then Song Dong enjoys sitting slowly." Shen Qiang lowered his eyes and looked at the long legs that were blocked by him in the aisle, and said coldly, "Let me go." ”

It is also her right to get out of the car.

As if he had guessed what Shen Qiang was thinking, Song Boli said softly: "If you want to get out of the car, I advise Miss Irene not to toss." He was very determined, Wen Sheng closed the back road, and said: "The next shift, the person sitting next to you must also be me." ”

Indeed, he can also follow her to get off the bus and get on the next shift, he is used to covering the sky with one hand in Hong Kong City, and he has always had no one in his eyes, so why argue with him about these meaningless things?

Shen Qiang drank some wine, pinched her temples that were a little painful, and said in a deep voice: "Then it's also my right to change seats, let me go." ”

Song Boli stared at Shen Qiang, and after a few seconds, he chuckled, "Actually, you don't have to waste time. ”

"In front of the Jiayi Community site, I won't get off, let alone give way."

Jiayi Community is Shen Qiang's current address.

At the same time, the yellow light turns red, and the driver lightly presses on the brakes.

Song Boli's eyes were quick, his long arms stretched out, and Shen Qiang, who was a little unstable and staggered a few steps, grabbed her thin white wrist with one hand, and wrapped her thin waist with the other hand, and gently let her sit on the chair.

"Sit in peace," Song Boli's hand gentleman retracted, he whispered, cutting off the back path she still remembered, and said, "I said, I won't give up on you." ”

Not on a whim, not a joke.

"Song Dong's words are funny," Shen Qiang sat in his position, tilted, turned his head to look at Song Boli, and smiled: "Whether you give up or not has nothing to do with me." ”

"If I start a new relationship, is Song Dong willing to be an unsightly junior?"

Song Boli's face sank, looked at Shen Qiang, and said nothing.

After the forty-five minutes of driving, Shen Qiang wore headphones and looked at the scenery outside the window.

She forced herself to keep her eyes open, no matter how sleepy she was, she didn't want to close them. So close, what if she fell asleep leaning on his shoulder? After all, she doesn't want to stage this kind of bloody drama.

Holding on to her tired eyes, when the bus arrived, Shen Qiang immediately stood up and left without looking back.

Song Boli followed and got out of the car, looking at her back, until she entered the community and disappeared completely, he turned around and got into Gang1, which followed the bus all the way.

It was already past one o'clock in the evening after washing.

Shen Qiang lay on the bed and reviewed the various documents that she was going to Song to explain and negotiate tomorrow, and as soon as she opened the documents, she remembered Song Boli.

After letting go of him in my heart, in fact, I rarely think of him when I do things, and today at the dinner, she treats him like a normal customer, and if there is a docking in business, she will not be as resistant as meeting in private.

Anyway, she said it today, and if he did it again, she really didn't mind starting a new relationship.

She didn't want to face his sudden inexplicable emotions from time to time.

Those confessions, those remorse.

Maybe it's because of the different mood, she will definitely be very happy before the change.

But now, she didn't feel anything but trouble.

-

When he went to Urna the next day, Yu Jian was already sitting at Shen Qiang's workstation, and when he saw someone, he immediately waved the car key and asked with a smile, "When are you going to leave?" ”

"When I sort out the information again and strive to get the lowest price, Mr. Zhou also said yesterday that he wanted me to talk about the fact that the processing plant should also work together," Shen Qiang said: "Song Dong should not be so early in the morning." ”

"Shall we go to the sales director or do we want to dock with Song Dong?" Yu Jian gave way to Shen Qiang, leaned in front of her workstation and hissed: "But I went to talk about the materials before, and I won't dock with the boss." ”

Shen Qiang chuckled and said, "Really? ”

If you don't have to deal with Song Boli, that's the best thing.