Chapter 4 You are always welcome to knock on the door
His sweat flowed across his superior jawline, dripping down drop by drop from the bottom of his chin.
The point of impact was her wet and soaked chest.
Who can survive this?
Her throat felt inexplicably dry, and she swallowed subconsciously.
"Why are you sweating so much in just this moment? Is it sweating from constipation?"
Rong Chuqin put his tongue to his cheek, but did not refute, fearing to scare her if he said it.
From the darkness to the light, her narrow gaze really had nowhere to rest.
He could see all her little expressions, and he could figure out what she was thinking right now.
"I'm afraid you'll report it to grandpa."
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"Say I won't even let you in."
"..."
"This is your first time here. I'll come down and lead the way."
I'm not waiting for you specifically.
"Then...thank you."
The enclosed space was hot and stuffy, and the content of the conversation was awkward. Fortunately, the elevator arrived soon.
With a one-elevator-to-unit design, the entrance is the entrance as soon as the elevator opens.
Rong Chuqin changed his shoes before putting her down, "After all, you are alone. I have been holding you all this way without even taking a breath. Am I weak?"
"..." A lot has changed over the years, but the aspect of holding grudges remains the same as before.
"Where is my luggage?"
Rong Chuqin pointed impatiently, "You want me to be your assistant?"
"How could that happen? Thank you for your help, Mr. Rong."
Listening to her always distant and raw tone, Rong Chuqin had all the words in his throat, but he felt that nothing was appropriate to say. After all, it was only the first day.
Song Tang didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he asked where the bathroom was and hurried there.
Rong Chuqin sighed, walked to the cooking table, poured himself a glass of ice water, and drank it in one gulp to cool down the temperature and reduce the heat.
When Song Tang came out, the hair on both temples was wet. After washing his face, he felt more energetic and awake.
This is a place where Rong Chuqin lives alone. Unlike the old house with a bunch of servants, she is quite comfortable.
Looking at the confused man, she asked: "Where is the second bedroom?"
"I have no plans for a sexless marriage."
Song Tang stared at him coldly. If eyes could cut someone, he would have been splattered with blood and torn apart on the spot.
On the first day, Rong Chuqin didn't expect anything to happen. He was thankful that she didn't sneer at him.
So, after a few seconds of stalemate, he pointed to both ends of the hall and said, "There are master bedrooms on both sides. Mine is on the left. You are welcome to knock on the door at any time."
This is his last bit of stubbornness.
Song Tang said lightly "Thank you" and pushed the luggage to the right.
Rong Chuqin's mouth felt cold and his heart felt cold. He reached out irritably to unbutton his clothes, took off his soaked shirt, and walked to his room.
The annoying ringtone suddenly rang, it was Fu Xiupei.
"Hello?" The tone was extremely unpleasant.
Fu Xiupei immediately burst into laughter and ridiculed: "You can still answer the phone at this time, which means you have been rejected."
As soon as the door of the room was closed, Rong Chuqin did not hide his inner disappointment and sighed: "Yes, so does Fu Qingsheng have any clever tricks to teach the younger brother?"
Fu Xiupei was startled, and his heart felt so happy, "Xiao Rong, are you begging me? Then call 'big brother' first and listen."
"Give you face?!"
"After all, Song Tang and I have known each other for many years. Maybe I can help you say something nice in front of her."
"In her eyes, you and I are just the same thing."
"What you said is wrong. You are the ceiling in the scumbag world. I can only be considered the floor and cannot compare with you."
"Go away, if you have no other choice, don't bother me."
"Hey, hey, hey, you can't rush this kind of thing, you have to take your time."
"Wait a minute, you bastard!"
After cursing, Rong Chuqin hung up the phone mercilessly and refused to answer the call again. People who are impatient can't listen to the words "take your time".
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The next day, Song Tang arrived at the company early. When a new official takes office, he must establish a good relationship with the old man.
The Secretariat Office originally had two people, the male secretary Tang Qian, who was mainly responsible for contacting and arranging work, and the female secretary Feng Jia, who was mainly responsible for trivial matters in life.
Now that a secretary-general has parachuted in, and she is a woman, Tang Qian and Feng Jia will have some ideas.
Song Tang turned on the computer, intending to take a look at the work reports submitted by the two, and then have a small meeting with them later.
Soon, the bell rang urgently, and surprisingly, it was Jiang Fanxing.
"Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"
Jiang Fanxing had just woken up from a hangover, and his voice was still a little hoarse, but his tone was very anxious, "I just received reliable news that the financial backer behind Wang Xue has issued a fatwa to kill you."
"What?" Song Tang's first reaction was that he thought it was ridiculous. In a society ruled by law where the country is peaceful and the people are safe, there is still such a thing as a fatwa?
"Wang Xue has a godfather named Xue Kun. He is from Hong Kong. He has a Taoist background and is well-known in the capital circle. What's strange to me is that I sent you the information. They didn't ask me, but they named me
I have found you, a layman, and I have a vague feeling that someone wants to harm you."
"Tangtang, leave the capital quickly and hide for a while."
Song Tang was very calm. As the saying goes, people are separated from each other. She probably didn't know much about the entertainment industry. Those who don't know are fearless. She didn't panic at all. "No need, I'm in Rong's. We'll wait until they get in."
"But you also have time to get off work."
At this time, there was a beep outside the door, and someone came to work.
Song Tang immediately lowered his voice and said, "I know about this. I'm busy here. Let's talk back."
As Feng Jia opened the door, she hung up the phone.
"Secretary-General, why is it so early?" Feng Jia was surprised for a moment, then immediately put on a warm smile and raised the paper bag in his hand, "Have you had breakfast? I accidentally bought too much, can you share some?"
"Thank you, I've eaten."
Song Tang looked at the work report handed over by Feng Jia on the computer screen, which happened to be about Mr. Rong's eating habits.
There are so many different lines, so how could the capitalists in the entertainment industry know that Wang Xue's revelation came from her in just one night?
Unless someone delivers it accurately.
She scanned the dietary preference column in the report, and the word "cilantro" was clearly written on it.
Prefer, cilantro?
How could she remember that Rong Chuqin couldn't even smell the strong smell of coriander, and ordered someone to pick out all the coriander in a spicy pot?
Feng Jia has a lot of qualifications. When Rong Chuqin took the position of president at the age of 25, she was the secretary to the president. This year is already the fourth year, and Tang Qian has not been there for two years. She is careful, considerate, and has a good voice.
Tian has always been known as the "First Secretary" in the Rong family.
Such a careful and thoughtful Secretary Feng would never make such a low-level mistake. This anxious xenophobic approach is really clumsy.
Song Tang looked over to Feng Jia and saw that Feng Jia was arranging the dishes seriously. After placing the dishes, he sent them to the president's office.
Why did I accidentally buy too much? It was clearly specially prepared for Rong Chuqin.