It took Ji Tang half an hour to calm Lu Ning's mood and pushed her to the bathroom to wash first.

She stepped on the soft thick carpet of the master bedroom and returned to the floor-to-ceiling window. She reached out to pick up her phone from the sofa, and frowned slightly. She still couldn't believe that Song Yumo, a tool like no emotion, would do such a brainless thing as banning artists?

Ji Tang took out the man’s personal contact number in the address book and called.

The cold voice prompt sounded one after another, but it didn't turn on.

She gave Song Yumo thirty seconds, but when she saw that no one answered, she switched to Song Tu's mobile phone number.

Even if Song Tu had Xiong Xin and Leopard's courage, he would not dare to refuse Ji Tang's call. So within two seconds, a voice came: "Madam, what are you asking for advice?"

The phone is connected.

Ji Tang did not question him angrily, as this was not only effective in venting his emotions.

So she laughed first, her voice sounded nice, and asked, "Is Song Yumo very busy on business trips recently?"

When Song Tu saw her ask, he followed a Song Yumo itinerary in his hand. He said for about ten minutes what the boss did today. He temporarily changed his suit in the hotel until noon and had a dark blue tie. He would go to see a very important customer later.

Before, the key point reminds the client that the gender is male.

Ji Tang's delicate face was cold and after he patiently listened to these nonsense, he spoke out at the right time, gently and gently: "Well, is Song Yumo next to you?"

Song Tu paused for a second and said, "President Song is busy."

Ji Tang: "Are you busy banning the little artists in the entertainment industry?"

There was another second of silence, and Song Tu could not continue chatting: "Madam, why don't Mr. Song finish his work later, I will convey him a call to you?"

This is obviously perfunctory.

What else Ji Tang wanted to say? Song Tu vaguely used the excuse of being busy and hung up the phone first.

“…”

Looking at the phone that was interrupted, I felt a little cursed.

Ji Tang paused on the screen and continued to call Song Yumo perseverely.

Still no one answered.

In the past, she didn't call Song Yumo often, and she was basically used to sending text messages.

Could it be that this dog man still has to communicate with him by text message?

When Ji Tang thought about this, his fingers quickly edited the text message and sent it: [Husband?]

Waiting and waiting, she almost lost her patience.

...

At the same time as Jiangcheng, in the study room of the business hotel, the vibration of the mobile phone came clearly on the desk. After pausing for a few seconds, the message continued to be prompted.

Song Yumo ignored him and continued to ask the elite group for work. Before he could finish his watch, he looked at the time of his watch: "What time did you make an appointment with Mr. Zhang?"

Song Tu was considering that his wife was trying to kill several times in a series of calls, but he almost distracted and didn't hear it. Fortunately, he made a remedy in time: "Mr. Song, there is still half an hour."

Song Yumo looked calm and signed a document and handed it to him.

"Mr. Song?" Song Tu carefully guessed the boss's thoughts and asked in a low voice, "Will my wife call you later, will I pick you up?"

Song Yumo looked at him with a calm look for two seconds. The tone of the thin lips overflowed was so slow that it allowed him to interpret it slowly: "What can you say on the phone?"

"Of course I can't say anything on the phone, so I can only talk after meeting you." Song Tu reacted quickly, and naturally followed the downwards, then took out the cell phone from his trouser pocket on the spot, waiting for the call minute by minute.

...

Ji Tang poured himself a cup of mint lemon water to drink, calmed down for two minutes, looked at the ten unknown phone calls on the screen, and waited for a while, and found that Song Yumo was just like evaporating from the world, and did not reply to her any message.

Depend on!

Ji Tang couldn't remember how he offended this sarcastic tool man.

Hasn’t she explained the story of a scandal with a young man? It’s been explained clearly and turned over?

I don’t play like this if I settle the score after autumn.

Just as Ji Tang cursed Song Yumo in his heart, another earth-shaking cry came from the direction of the bathroom.

She hurriedly ran over, pushed open the door and saw Lu Ning sitting in the bathtub wearing a drying hat and a bathrobe. Her tears fell down, and she was holding a cell phone in her hand. She sobbed and said, "My baby is so miserable. She has all gone to deliver takeout, whimper."

When Ji Tang saw it, he saw the WeChat chat record of Lu Ning and the young man on the screen.

After the young and handsome guy was ordered to be banned by the domineering president, he had no choice but to go to takeout and do part-time jobs to subsidize his life. He also had a good attitude and comforted Lu Ning to cheer up.

Seeing Lu Ning's emotions collapsed again, she hugged Ji Tang's waist with heartache and anger, and even shed tears and snot all over her eyes and nose: "Tangtang! I have already patted my chest and praised the old man at home. If I can't make a name for myself in the entertainment industry, I have to go back and inherit the family business and marry!"

"Wuwuwu...what to do! Then you will marry a domineering and rich president like you, attend parties every day to watch shows and buy, and live a vanity, shallow and simple life of a wealthy family and noble family year after year. It's so miserable!"

"What did Mr. Song say? Can he believe that you have not cheated on the young and handsome guy?!"

"Can you believe you never thought of cuckolding him?"

“…”

Ji Tang pushed Lu Ning away with tears and snot in disgust, trying to swear words. Seeing her eyes that were crying as if they were ripe peaches, she endured it again, took a deep breath and said, "Song Yumo would not answer my phone."

Lu Ning was stunned for two seconds, and tears blurred his gaze again: "Ah, what a cruel man!"

"Don't cry for now, I'll think of a solution."

Ji Tang is essentially a girl who is easy to be soft-hearted. In the past, Lu Ning used tears to beg her, especially this time, Song Yumo took the lead in banning others' bright future, which is really a bottom line.

She can tolerate a dog man's personality every day, but it's not enough to do her best friend's career!

Ji Tang asked Lu Ning to wash her face, turned around and went back to the master bedroom to continue calling Song Tu.

This time she was ready to threaten divorce if she really couldn't. As a result, as soon as she answered the phone, the other party said first: "Madam, are you free these two days?"

"What?"

"Oh, I have a lot of work lately, and there is no qualified female secretary in the team who can take care of Mr. Song's diet and daily life. This has not caused Mr. Song's usual rest arrangements these days, so busy that he doesn't even have time to answer his wife's phone number for a few minutes."

Song Tu said this very skillfully, and he blamed everything for his own disadvantages, and then begged Ji Tang in a low voice.

Ji Tang was filled with anger in his throat, and it was really aggrieved to be stuck.

They are all adults, and this hint is that no one can understand.

Song Tu just didn’t make it clear: My Mr. Song needs you to send a cannon to warm the bed!

Dog-Damn man!

Ji Tang accidentally kicked the foot of the sofa. The pain on her toes made her bend down, and the pain was almost suffocating. Her curly eyelashes kept trembling. She also pretended to be a "gentle and decent" tone on the phone and said: "Ask you Mr. Song, is it OK tonight's air ticket?"

Song Tu paused on the phone for a moment and said, "Mr. Song is happy with you."

"Oh."

Ji Tang was not happy at all!

She thought about Song Yumo, a dog man who was cut into pieces!

...

After hanging up the phone.

Ji Tang sat on the sofa for three or four minutes, holding his white toes with his palms, as if it was swollen and a little painful.

The moment she kicked the sofa was probably used to kick the third leg in Song Yu Me's suit pants.

It is used to vent hatred and control the strength without caring about it.

After rubbing for a few times, Ji Tang turned around and saw Lu Ning slowly crawling out of the bathroom with his hands and feet.

"what you do?"

If she hadn't been cursing Song Yumo all over her mind and had no time to turn around, she would have been frightened by her appearance and became crazy.

Lu Ning said weakly with insufficient blood and blood: "I cried so hard that I couldn't have the strength."

“…”

Ji Tang didn't care about her anymore, so he quickly booked the air ticket with his mobile phone, and then went to the cloakroom to pick a dress made by a fairy from a certain family. It was slim-fitting style, with the length of the skirt to the snow-white ankles, and paired with pointed high heels.

If Ji Tang looked ordinary or had a miserable face, she would rather use a knife on her body to pursue the ultimate perfect woman, so a little pain on her toes would be nothing, and it would not affect her wearing high heels when she went out.

Ji Tang took a brand-name bag and went out. Before going to the airport, Lu Ning grabbed her wrist tightly and said, "Tangtang! It depends on you whether I marry a wealthy family or not. You must save my baby!"

...

With this arduous task like a heroic sacrifice, Ji Tang took a plane from North City to Jiangcheng, which was unfamiliar with his life.

She got off the plane and turned off the flight mode of her phone first.

Song Tu was very afraid that she would regret it halfway and fold it back. After the phone resumed normal operation, the unread text message jumped out.

【Madam, have you arrived at the airport?】

From: Dog Man's Dog Secretary.

Ji Tang didn't want to go back and wanted to be arranged by Song Yumo for everything, so she wouldn't be able to kneel down and serve her all the way?

So I left the airport exit and stopped a car directly to the business hotel.

I want to know which hotel Song Yumo stays in and what is the room number.

Very simple.

Song Tu had already sent all this information intact, so Ji Tang would clearly position it.

Moreover, Song Yumo has a well-known habit among people around him. He is nostalgic. If he goes on a business trip in a strange city and happens to be without a hotel with Song's industry, he will basically choose a hotel's top-quality suite as a fixed place for business trips, without making an appointment in advance.

As soon as Ji Tang entered the hotel lobby, he easily attracted everyone's attention.

She is overly beautiful, with a fairy dress that looks graceful. When standing at the front desk, even a man dressed in elites wants to come over and contact information.

However, Ji Tang didn't care. After indicating that he was Mrs. Song, he took the room card from the front desk waiter and took the elevator alone to the suite floor where Song Yumo moved into.

The carpet in the hotel corridor absorbed the sound, and even if the high heels stepped on it, she couldn't hear any movement. Her white fingers held the room card and slowly walked towards the door number prompt on the glass wall from the left.

Until the turn, the first thing that caught my eye was a young woman with long hair on her back.
Chapter completed!