He would wonder which one was the most real her.

Next to Shen Qiang's filigree inlay is a boy, who was also selected to participate in the exhibition. No one has come to their side yet, so he turned around and went to talk to Shen Qiang, men gossip, no worse than women, and got a lot of gossip.

The boy said: "See, the tall and handsome man in front of me wearing a black suit and tie is the CEO of the Song Group." The background is awesome, I heard that this small exhibition didn't move him, I don't know why, I came temporarily. ”

After that night, she tossed him enough, and she also received a text message from him during the period, but she didn't reply to him, Shen Qiang had an unprecedented thought, could it be that she came to settle accounts with her?

This thought made Shen Qiang's heart tremble.

It was quickly obliterated by her.

"If you want to come, you'll come,"

Shen Qiang had an elegant temperament, pretending to be calm, and said softly: "It is estimated that it is selling the face of the host." ”

Song Boli, who was about to walk to the filigree inlay, listened to the conversation between the two without changing his face.

How much is the organizer's face worth?

He was able to come here simply because he couldn't find her.

After that night, she didn't say a word, not even a message from him, he wanted to go to the store, but he was afraid that she would be angry.

If you make a private appointment, she will definitely ignore him.

She is very ghostly, she got the quota of Fangxi, and only let Yu Jian go to dock, she nested in the 100-square-meter office, and she couldn't come out. The family has long been moved, and there have been no clothes hanging on the balcony for three or four days.

After thinking about it, he could only find a compromise solution, and happened to see the filigree inlaid products in this exhibition, which aroused his desire to meet.

Song Boli never thought that he would need to go through so much trouble to meet a woman.

Obviously in Shanghai, half an hour by car, I can't see a single side.

He had a very groundbreaking idea in his head.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't sleep, otherwise, would she be the one who slept the next day and turned her face and didn't recognize anyone.

This absurd idea was quickly erased. First of all, he couldn't have slept with her while people were in danger, and if he really had this idea, she would never have escaped that night.

Secondly, her temper, there is no set of murderous scolding, but there is a set of tears, but he still eats her tears, tears are the same as pearls that don't want money, he doesn't dare to make her cry.

I was reluctant to make her cry.

So she could only find a meeting that she couldn't refuse.

Seeing that it was almost there, a gentleman's stick was one step ahead of him.

Shen An stood in front of Shen Qiang and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, Miss Shen." ”

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

He couldn't have come for me, did he?

Song Dong: Yes, how do you know that I am going to settle accounts with you.

Passerby: This exhibit is beautiful.

Song Dong: Yes, how do you know that I ran away after being rubbed with oil by my wife?

Passers-by: Exhibition ......

Song Dong: Yes, how do you know that my wife is irresponsible, doesn't reply to messages, and plays cold violence.

Chapter 51: Chapter 51

◎ "I want to pursue you. ”◎

The fair is crowded with people, and all kinds of jewelry stand on both sides, from emerald necklaces to simple watch brooches and intricate filigree inlays.

Shen An, who was in a white suit with a gentleman's stick and a British hat, walked in front of Shen Qiang one step ahead of Song Boli, and greeted him cordially: "Miss Shen, it's a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

He had his hand on the lion's head, and the way he talked to Shen Qiang seemed to be very familiar with her.

Shen Qiang didn't know for a while whether to be glad for Shen An's arrival and make Song Boli stop, or to be tired of seeing Shen An here again, why she was so repulsive to Shen An, she didn't understand, but when she saw Shen An's face, stiff facial features, and then his mouse-glittering eyes, she felt uncomfortable from physical to psychological.

Despite her discomfort, she is now a contestant in the exhibition hall, where she represents JunHe and needs to treat everyone equally, including Shen An, she responded, "Mr. Shen, what a coincidence, are you coming to the exhibition?" ”

Shen An nodded, and he stepped forward, seemingly admiring the filigree inlay.

The gentleman's stick made a dull sound on the smooth ground, and then he said softly, "When is Miss Shen free, why don't we make an appointment to meet." ”

"I have something to say to you."

Shen An has something to say to her?

How she didn't know what to say between the two of them.

She didn't want to pay attention to Shen An, she lowered her eyes, and the silence was deafening.

Song Boli felt Shen Qiang's embarrassment. Without hesitation, he raised his feet and stepped forward, just like what Shen An said, interrupting Shen An, who was waiting for Shen Qiang to reply, and said, "Mr. Shen, it is such a coincidence that I can still meet you here." ”

The low-ranking person said that it was a lucky field.

The high-ranking person said that it was a coincidence, that is not to look down on you.

What is Shen An's identity, worthy of being in the same field with him?

The organizer followed behind him, listening to the meaning of the words. His heart was tight, but he deliberately smiled: "It's indeed a coincidence, Mr. Shen just came to Shanghai." ”

In other words, he didn't know that Song Boli didn't like Shen An.

Shen An ignored Song Boli, nodded gentlemanly, and left with a gentleman's stick.

The strange feeling between the two people made Shen Qiang fall into deep thought, she didn't like to deliberately study someone, but Shen An appeared in front of her three times and twice, and now she still had something to say in her attitude, she was actually a little uneasy in her heart.

In other words, anyone who has been told three times and twice by a man who has only met a few times, and said that he has something to say to you, who can feel at ease.

Shen Qiang remembered that Shen An and Zhu Qiang were in the same boat. It stands to reason that Zhu Qiang begged Song Boli to let him enter the Jockey Club, although Shen Qiang didn't know whether Zhu Qiang had entered the Jockey Club or not, but after all, Shen An had spent so much money and the purpose had not been achieved, he didn't dare to be disrespectful to Song Boli, and when the goal was achieved, he should show respect to Song Boli, the executive director, otherwise Zhu Qiang would also trouble him.

But why Shen An seems to have a big opinion on Song Boli, and why does the aura between the two always feel a little subtle.

The woody incense and the faint smell of mint and tobacco interrupted Shen Qiang's thoughts, and she looked up, Song Boli walked towards her product, and what was more attractive than his face was the brooch, which she had given when she was drunk that night.

Although he often wore brooches, Shen Qiang still vaguely felt that he did it on purpose.

That ambiguous feeling began to creep in again.

Otherwise, as soon as he thought of collecting his clothes and the picture in the car, Shen Qiang didn't dare to look up at him. This was the first social death in her life.

Song Boli stood next to the filigree inlay, seemingly looking at the product, but in fact, the afterglow took Shen Qiang into her eyes, she was like a little rabbit, eager to shrink herself into a ball, standing next to the glass cabinet, but she refused to look up at him.

"Song Dong, this is a new company, called JunHe," probably because the exhibition invited people that Song Dong didn't like to come, the organizer turned the tide, and when he saw Song Boli stop here in the filigree inlay products, he began to make a frantic introduction, "This is the founder of JunHe, Miss Shen——"

Song Boli lowered his eyes, raised his hand slightly and interrupted the organizer, only one sentence to shut up the organizer. "I know."

"You know?"

"We're working together."

The organizer suddenly realized and cut off in one sentence: "It turns out that Mr. Song and Miss Shen are old acquaintances, and I talk too much." ”

Song Boli lowered his eyes, the slender fingertips of the jade porcelain were lightly placed on the filigree inlay, looking at Shen Qiang, his tone was gentle, and he answered naturally, "Well, it's an old acquaintance." ”

He said three words of old acquaintance, and his tone was gentle and gentle, but it always made people feel ambiguous.

Maybe it was an ambiguous night that night, and the three words of old acquaintance were rendered ambiguous by her feelings, her head hung lower, and her eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

She was rarely so, bothered by one thing.

Between friends, taking advantage of each other and not replying to messages is indeed ambiguous.

She felt guilty about what she had done to him that night, embarrassed that she hadn't responded to her evasion, and even more ashamed of how she felt when she had been caught by him.

I don't know if he really came to see the exhibition or if he came to see her. But it was true that she was wrong that night, she offended him, and if he really wanted to look for her, he was right.

Shen Qiang pursed her lips, her brain spinning like a spinning top, ready to deal with him at any time. But the imaginable step by step did not come, and he raised his feet as if he was about to leave.

Looking at his shiny leather shoes, he lifted his feet and walked away a few steps.

The feeling of being lucky enough to have escaped didn't last a few seconds, but he suddenly stopped, took out something similar to an orange plastic bottle from his pocket, put it on the glass window, and said in a soft voice, "Miss Shen, please drink." ”

He turned away without any suspicion.

After he left, Shen Qiang pretended to look casually, only to see bottles of oranges standing naked on the glass cabinet.

At that moment, her eyes were closed and her ears were hot.

What does he mean by that?

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More and more passers-by stopped next to Shen Qiang's filigree inlay. She knew that today's opportunity was not easy to come by, and she could not be affected by it. Shen Qiang put aside her mind that was disturbed by Song Boli, and promoting Junhe was her first thing to do today.

With its emphasis on craftsmanship and complex design composition, as well as gorgeous and non-vulgar design, filigree inlay attracted many jewelers to watch, and some people recognized that this was the champion product of the IR competition, and there was also an older woman who seemed to be particularly interested in filigree inlay, and stood in front of the window and chatted with Shen Qiang about many things about design.

Shen Qiang thought that she was also a designer, and did not hide her questions, but answered them all seriously, and the recognition of her peers made Shen Qiang even more happy, and when the two chatted to the end, the woman took out her mobile phone and sent out an invitation to add WeChat.

On this occasion, whether it is an invited guest or a designer, it is a bit prestigious. can be added to WeChat, or the other party takes the initiative to mention it, Shen Qiang understands that this is an opportunity.

It wasn't until six o'clock in the afternoon that Shen Qiang was able to rest for a while.

She put the filigree inlay into the safe, and the next second, she saw the oranges she had abandoned next to the safe.

I have to say that he really sent this orange in place, she has been busy today, and when her mind is running fast and busy, she occasionally accidentally glances at the orange, and immediately reminds herself that she owes an apology to Song Boli.

No matter what, whether it's embarrassing or ambiguous, she needs to face it.

Is it to send him a text message to apologize? Or apologize in person?

Shen Qiang thought for a while, let's text messages, firstly, it was embarrassing to apologize in person, and secondly, these two times were because she drank and got into trouble, as long as she didn't drink in the future and stayed sober, the lives of the two people would still return to their original positions and not disturb each other.

After Shen Qiang thought about it, she set the filigree inlay, and then picked up the oranges, 100,000 yuan a bottle, and it was a waste not to drink it.

She poked open the oranges and walked outside the exhibition hall with the safe.

At this time, it was half past six in the evening, and the sky was getting dark in April, and when she walked out, it was already a glow scattered, reflected on both sides of the road, and the aperture was also jumping on Shen Qiang's shoulder, and she walked out with the filigree trim.

As soon as I walked out, I saw the port 1, the street lamp was shining straight down, the man was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a gray suit vest, and a shirt button tied to the top. He wore a shirt without a jacket and a dark tie, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a slender figure, and a jade fan-boned hand holding a mobile phone to his ear, as if he was talking on the phone, and he could vaguely hear him say a few words in Cantonese.

Her steps were stunned, and her heart was in turmoil.