The corners of Shen Qiang's mouth hooked, slightly sarcastic.

She clicked on the chat box and sent a message to Song Boli.

After that, he extinguished the phone and looked up, just as Yu Jian happened to come out.

Shen Qiang stood up, patted her skirt, and said, "The director said that it can all be out in three days, then let's book a ticket back to Shanghai in three days, I'm afraid I won't be able to grab a ticket to go home if it's late." ”

Tickets for the Spring Festival are very difficult to grab every year.

Many people can't buy tickets, and there are many people who can't go home, not to mention the bustling magic city of Shanghai, where many outsiders rush home for the New Year every year.

-

Secretary Chen walked into Song Boli's office with a bag.

Secretary Chen put the bag on the table: "Dong Song, this is sent by Miss Shen calling the rider." ”

After arguing with Shen Qiang in the morning, he couldn't lift his emotions all day, hearing this, the displeasure between his eyebrows suddenly dissipated, his face warmed up slightly, he stretched out his hand and put the bag in front of him, it was very light to lift, he couldn't guess what it was.

opened the bag in front of Secretary Chen, and was cautious, for fear of accidentally tearing the outer packaging.

Secretary Chen watched from the side, knowing that Song Boli's mood was not right today, so he smiled and said good things: "It seems that Miss Shen still has Song Dong in her heart, and she specially bought a gift for Song Dong." ”

Although Song Boli did not respond, the smile in his eyes had already begun to appear.

He said that Shen Qiang has never been such a ruthless person.

He curled the corners of his mouth, untied the last knot, and then opened the bag to take a look, and his face instantly sank.

Secretary Chen looked at it, and his heart sank.

The thing sent by Miss Shen was nothing else, but the limited edition clothes that Song Dong asked him to go to a luxury store to find SA to buy this morning.

Song Boli's sarcastic laughter sounded in the office.

What does she mean by that?

No delay, no arrears, right?

She gave him back her clothes, not at all willing to accept his kindness to her.

He had at least said thank you before yesterday, but now he couldn't even hear it.

He laughed at himself, but finally understood.

It turned out that no matter what happened to them last night, as long as she woke up and saw him, the distance between the two would be pushed farther and farther.

Song Boli put away his clothes and placed them on the other side of his desk.

Secretary Chen left in time and gave Song Boli time to be alone.

Song Boli absentmindedly flipped through the documents, trying to numb his crankiness with work, he forced himself to stop thinking about whether Shen Qiang sent the clothes back to be clean, not to delay or not to owe, but when he was thinking, maybe she was still angry, and when she would be dissipated in a few days, the mobile phone rang, and he lowered his eyes to see that it was Shen Qiang's avatar.

At that moment, his heart beat hard.

The feeling of anticipation and surprise made him immediately open his phone and click into the chat box.

In those few seconds, he was like a little girl with a crush, fantasizing about what she would say.

made an appointment to have dinner together, and still wanted to talk about yesterday's events, but the moment he lowered his eyes, all these thoughts disappeared, and his eyes were instantly stained with a bit of self-deprecation.

[The processing plant is my job, and so is drinking, and it has nothing to do with you. I hope you don't need to do anything for me in the future, and please stop interfering in my affairs, including my work. 】

These are Shen Qiang's original words.

Black on a white background, cold and cold, without a little temperature.

Song Boli's hand trembled a few times, and he extinguished the phone, and the screen instantly dimmed, reflecting his face.

The loneliness in the eyes is like an overflowing lake.

The winter in Port City was not cold, but he felt cold.

His heart was like a pool of stagnant water, and he couldn't make any waves.

He never thought that he would one day be disliked for this job, and perhaps he was wrong to even greet him.

Song Boli leaned back on the back of the leather chair.

At this moment, he actually had a sense of powerlessness that the old man wanted to return to his youth, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on Shen Qiang's chat box.

He didn't send any messages to her, but clicked on her profile picture, but found that the circle of friends that could have been seen had turned into a black line, and I don't know if it was blocking him again.

He tried to send a message.

A simple full stop.

What replied to him was a cold exclamation mark.

But this time the machine replied with more words than the last time it was blocked, and this time it was

U has turned on friend verification, and you are not yet his or her friend. Please send a friend verification request first, and the other party can only chat after the verification is passed. Send a friend for verification.

It's not a block, but a more ruthless deletion than a block,

Song Boli picked up the signature pen just now and threw it to the ground, he was rarely angry like this, but this time, he was really angry, he knew that he was wrong, but this time, he really didn't understand what he did wrong.

Song Boli picked up the coat draped on the chair, picked up the corner of the coat and put it on, and walked out with a gloomy face, less of the gentle and elegant gentleman's posture on weekdays, and a little more ruthless and unkind.

Secretary Chen sighed secretly and immediately followed.

Song Boli, who got into the car, sat directly in the back seat.

Secretary Chen immediately asked, "Dong Song, where are we going?" ”

"GO TO BOOM," SUNG SAID IN A DEEP VOICE.

BOOM is the bar opened by Xu Anju, and Secretary Chen immediately said, "Okay." ”

He knew that his state was not suitable for Shen Qiang, he felt that there was a fire burning his heart, and all his internal organs were clamoring for grievances and pain, but that person directly deleted it and cut off all contact between the two.

She really didn't want to give him a chance.

No matter what he did, it was his fault, even if she was drunk, it was likely that other men would take advantage of the opportunity, but just because he was the one who brought her back, all the fault was him.

Obviously, he knew that she had been wronged and couldn't take care of her, so he asked Secretary Chen to go to the processing factory, and he didn't replace the factory director just because he was afraid that she would get angry in the end if she knew about it, but she still knew about his concealment, and said that his efforts were nosy and interfered with her.

He urgently needed to calm down and calm his emotions now.

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Traveling for business doesn't mean idle.

Shen Qiang also needed to work online in the hotel, and the design director arranged hundreds of design orders for her to rush out before she left.

Shen Qiang knew that this was Zhou Hao's deliberate "care", but she was leaving, and she didn't bother to bother talking about it.

When she decided on the theme and the blueprints, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

She took out her mobile phone after taking a shower and swiped it, and the news about the positioning in the port city was all interesting in the port city.

The angle of the Hong Kong media is very tricky, every time the news headline is more attractive than the content, and it is also particularly bloody, she saw a news posted by the Hong Kong media two days ago, it is # Prince Ye turned over Hong Kong, only went to Shanghai for a few days to turn over Hong Kong, I don't know if there are not enough beautiful girls in Shanghai, why don't you have a girl in Hong Kong to be happy? #

When Shen Qiang saw this title, she skipped it expressionlessly.

But I still admire the Hong Kong media's ability to talk nonsense, and any funny joke can be said.

She turned off her phone and clicked on the ticket-grabbing software.

At twelve o'clock on time, she set the alarm clock and told herself not to miss it.

At about eleven o'clock, Shen Qiang received a call from Song Boli.

She didn't answer, waiting for him to hang up on his own.

After the phone hung up, there was a text message: [Yu Jian is next door to you, I won't knock on the door, I'm downstairs in the hotel, give me ten minutes. 】

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Chapter 37: Chapter 37

◎ "I think it's ironic that you're kind to me. ”◎

At half past eleven in the night of the port city, Shen Qiang sat on the sofa and looked at the sea view outside, next to a text message that had just been sent.

Her eyes were down, and her heart was as calm and unwavering as the sea in Victoria Harbour at night.

After a few moments, she stood up, picked up her phone and walked out.

He said give him 10 minutes, and she gave him 10 minutes, and 10 minutes was only 600 seconds anyway. Two hundred seconds to think, two hundred seconds to listen to the wind and see the sea, and the remaining two hundred seconds, listen to what he says, and it is good to end this relationship at the end.

Shen Qiang was wearing an off-white nightdress, and she casually put a coat on herself, which was knee-high, to block the wind, she unscrewed the door knob and walked outside to take the elevator.

The Ritz-Carlton is located in the Trade Square, the tallest building in Port City, with a total height of more than 490 meters and an estimated 118 floors, while the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel is located on 103 floors, and the 103rd to 118th floors belong to the Ritz-Carlton, which is also divided into executive floors, and the top floor is a swimming pool.

The elevator slowly descended from a height of more than 100 floors, and she didn't see how long it took to reach the first floor.

She stepped out of the elevator and walked out into the lobby, the automatic glass door induction spread to both sides, and the cold wind isolated by the glass door came in, and rushed straight to the door, she sniffed cold, picked up her arms and walked down the steps.

The night view of the port city was picturesque, and she could see the high-profile Port 1 parked under the big tree around the corner.

The man was dressed in a black suit, a white shirt tucked into his trousers, with long legs and a narrow waist with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, leaning slightly against the back door of the Port 1.

He let the wind blow, and the broken hair in front of his back was slightly blown down, and the cigarette in his hand was also blown red.

The night was full of smoke, the scarlet tail of the cigarette, the hand holding the cigarette naturally hung down on the side of the long legs, and the soot fell with the wind.

He lowered his eyes, and at this moment, he looked lonely and noble.

Shen Qiang raised her feet and stepped down the stairs in hotel slippers to make a small sound.

As if attracted by this voice, Song Boli raised his eyes very firmly, and his gaze instantly found her direction and looked over.

When they looked at each other, she stepped down the last step of steps.

She stepped forward, a meter away from him.

And Song Boli also snuffed out the cigarette with his bare hands and threw it into the trash can next to him. Then he turned around, personally stretched out his hand to open the car door, and said, "It's windy, said in the car." ”