The three of them sat in the car, feeling awkward and quiet for no reason.
She simply felt better, at least it wasn't the same as last time, which was extremely embarrassing for her and Yi Huaiyang.
Zhong Bo found several topics, but they were all like hitting cotton wool. He was the only one smiling stupidly, and the two companies were too lazy to open their mouths to deal with him.
"Um!"
Jian Jian's arms trembled. He looked at who the caller was and glanced at the two people in front of him.
"Hello!"
Song Nancheng looked at the half-length mirror on the sink, tugged on the uncomfortable collar, unbuttoned the top button, and exposed his strong collarbone, and said into the microphone, "Are you going home simply?" After drinking,
His voice is hoarse, and it sounds particularly deep and pleasant through the microphone. Jian Jian once joked that it would be a pity not to become a voice actor in anime, as it would be a waste of a naturally good voice.
If you let the voice control hear it, you will definitely fall in love with him immediately.
He found an excuse to come out. He had always known that the customer was difficult to deal with. Who would have thought that it would be so difficult to deal with him? He drank a lot of wine and there was no agreement at all.
"Still in the car." She glanced at the increasingly familiar night scene, "But it's almost here, so don't drink so much." She had never discussed business, but she also knew that sales were made at the dinner table.
Song Nancheng had stomach problems and would easily feel uncomfortable after drinking. He was worried and asked a few words before hanging up the phone.
In the silent car, there was only a simple whisper. Even though she kept her voice low, the words were conveyed to the front exactly. Every frown and smile was reflected in the rearview mirror and imprinted in someone's eyeballs.
Yi Huaiyang found that Jian Jian was so lively without him by his side, and his whole person was as cheerful as the starlight in the sky. The relaxation that came out naturally was not formal at all.
Seeing them in the corridor as close as a couple, especially when the man put his hand on her hair, it hurt his eyes, as if they were a couple and he was just a voyeur. He wanted to rush up and beat her up.
The man paused and told him that the woman next to him was his Yi Huaiyang woman. But he had no position to do so. He was sure that he dared to do so. Simply put, the first person to protect him was the pretty boy and not himself.
Bamboo horse. Especially the clothes that stick to the back of a simple hand, I wish I could throw them on the ground and step on a few big shoe marks.
Zhong Bo looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the low air pressure next to him was almost overwhelming the air conditioner. "Simple, it's my boyfriend's phone number. It's just after nine o'clock and I'm on duty." With a little teasing, he admitted that he did it on purpose. If
The brother had the domineering attitude he had some time ago, so he didn't have to worry secretly. He didn't know what happened to them that night. Anyway, Yi Huaiyang became silent and pretended to be deep like others. Logically speaking, it's easy for the little white rabbit to do that.
Say something hurtful unless he gets upset himself.
With a simple look of shame on her face, "No." Sending such a good man to Nancheng to like her was really a blessing she had earned in her previous life. But the stories of Cinderella and Prince Charming are all fairy tales, how could they become reality? Sigh.
He took a breath and said again, "Just a senior brother."
"Then he must be very good?" Zhong Bo winked at Yi Huaiyang, meaning that you see how good your brother is to you, even helping you find out if he is a hidden opponent, please thank me. He also asked this intentionally,
I want to know what Jian Jian thinks about Song Nancheng.
Jian Jian said without hesitation, "Well, that's good."
After talking about it, we arrived at the location just in time. I said thank you to them and left without looking back, without taking any souvenirs.