Ten minutes later, Zuo Lin appeared in the underground parking lot.
Song Nanqiao opened the car window and said, "You're done with it now?"
The so-called noble lady seemed difficult to deal with at first sight. She thought she would have to wait for a long time, so she planned to take out the computer to repair the design drawings sent to her by Luo Ying.
"What to do? Her condition is a bit complicated. It probably takes a few days. I don't have to accompany you. When the test results come out, I'm going to see when the surgery is needed."
"Oh? So serious?"
It was impossible to tell at all that the woman was just looking for surgery.
"It's a little serious, but it's not a big problem, it's just that the brain nerves need to be vaccinated..."
Zuo Lin turned her face away, stared at Song Nanqiao beside her, and suddenly pushed her, "I'll drive."
Song Nanqiao frowned, reluctant.
Seeing this, Zuo Lin reached out to pull her, and Song Nanqiao was pulled out of the driver's seat by her.
"What? I'm afraid I'll smash your car. I'll tell you that they're good at technicians!"
Song Nanqiao grabbed her eyebrows and was still scared of her driving skills. You know, this girl just broke a new Rolls-Royce two days ago.
"Okay, if the car crashes, you will compensate."
Zuo Lin put the steering wheel on both hands, and a brake stopped the car on the side of the road, looking back at her with a strange expression.
"No, why are you so concerned about her condition? It's not that your little lover deliberately asked you to come and ask for advice. I'm afraid that I'm not a relative, don't give me a good look?"
Zuo Lin raised her chin sensitively, and the charm of her teasing was undoubtedly unquestionable.
Song Nanqiao rolled her eyes directly, "You should be sensitive and suspicious. Don't do this, you're talking nonsense."
Pulling open the corner of her mouth, Zuo Lin stepped on the accelerator, and she was so shocked that she quickly fastened her seat belt.
"You dead girl, you want to murder!"
The two soon arrived at the base specializing in medical equipment. The company's factory has been working with Ren Ai for a long time. This batch of equipment is in charge of Zuo Lin, so she is the main one, so she is so concerned about it.
“Fude Group.”
Song Nanqiao looked at the sign above and chanted it softly.
"Well, this company is my father's old friend. I recommend it to the hospital in the past and have been working with it. The results are pretty good. However, this batch of machines is very important. I need to come here to control it myself. After making an appointment, I will go in first. If you feel it is meaningless, you can play with your design drawings."
Song Nanqiao nodded.
Anyway, she doesn't like to go in, so Zuo Lin knows that, so it's better to leave some time to repair the design drawings that Luo Ying gave her in the car.
Although she became Mrs. Tang with the support of the Song family, Song Nanqiao has never forgotten the foundation of her designer. She will still take on some private work with her teacher Luo Ying when she has time, which will not delay her favorite profession.
Watching Zuo Lin enter, Song Nanqiao returned to the car, turned on the computer and inserted the USB flash drive.
"Dangdangdang--"
The car glass was knocked.
She glanced at it and lowered the window glass.
"Hello, Miss, can you move the car a little bit? We're going in."
The familiar person is Xiao He!
Tang Jingze’s exclusive driver.
"Madam?" Xiao He obviously didn't expect that it was Song Nanqiao sitting in the car.
Her eyes were light and she glanced at her stubborn face, and she sneered coldly, "Your president is really in disguise, why? This is also starting to involve your Down Group's business?"
Xiao He was criticized, with a embarrassed look on his face. He looked back at the car and looked at Tang Jingze with his help.
The car door was opened and he walked down from inside.
Song Nanqiao pursed his lips and watched him strode towards him. He was wearing a silver suit, his eyes were cold, and his raised hair was still arrogant and unruly.
"Where is Mrs. Tang?"
He smiled, but the irony in his eyes became more obvious. Xiao He chose to withdraw with great strength.
"What a coincidence. Mr. Tang is really like a shadow. I didn't know that, I thought Mr. Tang was a stalker."
Song Nanqiao stroked the long hair between his neck, glanced at him indifferently, then closed his notebook and threw it aside.
When I saw Tang Jingze, I felt nothing, only anger and inexplicable anger.
"Stalking you?"
He curled his lips and waved his hand, and a beautiful woman immediately came out of the car.
The dyed hair is charming and charming, tied up high, and it really tastes like a supermodel, which looks familiar.
Song Nanqiao's mind passed by the popular figures in the fashion circle, and he was able to find them.
Before she could tell her name, the other party had already reached out, "Hello, Miss Song, I'm Elena."
She pulled the corners of her lips and did not stretch out her hand.
"I prefer you to call me Mrs. Tang," said Ms. Song.
It is obvious that the other party deliberately used Miss Song to clarify his relationship with her?
Then she couldn't make them happy.
She wanted to remind Tang Jingze at all times, and even more so, that the people around him had a master of famous flowers.
It is flooded with grass, but it is just dew-like love.
Elena's face changed and she glanced at Tang Jingze beside her without a trace.
"Mrs. Tang is really well-known."
He nodded without denying it and made a gesture of invitation.
"Don't pay attention to her, let's go in."
Elena nodded, smiled slightly, and walked into the Fude Group.
Song Nanqiao's face was extremely bad. Looking at their backs, she had to pretend to be calm.
I kept singing his words in my heart that I didn’t have to pay attention to her!
The dignified president's wife sat here, and he ignored her words, which was enough to prove like everyone how low her status was.
Even worse than those wild outside.
"If you change one a day, you won't be afraid of being exhausted!"
She muttered, and was heard by Xiao He, who happened to find a place to park the car next to her.
Xiao He paused slightly, and the next second, he quickly lowered his head and ran forward to serve his president.
He took out the computer again and wanted to edit the picture, but his mind was full of the scene just now, and he suddenly felt nothing.
She threw the computer aside, pressed against the steering wheel, closed her eyes to rest.
The ringtone of the cell phone rang, which immediately brought her back to her senses.
It's Zuo Lin.
As soon as it was connected, her exaggerated call for help came from inside.
"Come in quickly, I really can't handle it."
She decisively hung up the phone and went into Jianghu to help her.
Even though I knew that I might meet someone I didn't want to see, I still saw Tang Jingze, accompanied by President Fude, and the so-called supermodel Elena, walking towards the elevator upstairs at the door.
Song Nanqiao looked at it again and again, and this elevator was the fastest.
Still just go through it with a tough bullet.
I made up my mind to wait for the next trip even if I couldn't take this trip, so I could save Zuo Lin from getting angry again.
Unexpectedly, Tang Jingze actually stretched out his hand and asked the elevator door to open again.
He looked at Song Nanqiao who was walking over quickly with a playful smile on his face.
"Mrs. Tang is worried, why are you following me?"
Boss Fude glanced at Tang Jingze, then quickly looked at Song Nanqiao, and Elena leaning beside him. The four of them took the elevator awkwardly. Although it was not a small space, they still felt the sense of air staying and oppression.
The boss smiled and didn't dare to say a word. The embarrassed pair of eyes flashing with shiny eyes looked directly at the side.
"It has nothing to do with you. Mr. Tang doesn't have to be too narcissistic. If you want to work, work well. You don't have to be as clingy as a puppy. Don't you have a beautiful woman around you? Why do you have to have me and I can't see others?"
In one sentence, the situation was reversed instantly, and Elena was extremely embarrassed to be in a situation where the so-called red flowers could only be green leaves as a foil.
"Mrs. Tang, I..." Is he an international supermodel? When did he suffer such grievances? He was unwilling to speak up, but was repeatedly criticized by Song Nanqiao.
Chapter completed!