She is also in the entertainment industry, and she knows a lot of inside stories, "Wang Xue secretly has many boyfriends, but she actually dares to set up a pure and beautiful woman, posts so many explicit photos on her account, and even dares to touch Rong Chuqin's porcelain. Now it's better."
If you can't stop the car, it will lead to an avalanche."
"Tangtang, you have asked the right person today. I happen to have some dirty information about Wang Xue."
Song Tang raised his glass generously and said, "Thank you very much. You allowed me to get a foothold in the Rong Group President's Secretary Office on my first day, so I must treat you to this meal today."
Jiang Fanxing took the opportunity to rip him off, "Then I'll be polite and serve you another roasted suckling lamb."
Song Tang: "..."
Three women perform a show, and Lu Yiheng is always the most loyal audience. The three girls chatted, but he just looked at them quietly, with a sincere smile and gentle eyes.
On the other side, Rong Chuqin waited and waited in the flat floor of Jiangjingyuan. He watched the clock hand point to eleven o'clock, and finally couldn't help it anymore and called his assistant.
"She hasn't come yet?"
From this voice, Shen Kuo could hear the boss's impatience through the phone. He responded truthfully, "My wife and several of her friends have been in Xingyao's box and have never come out."
Rong Chuqin hung up the phone and called Fu Xiupei again, "Old Fu, your Xingyao is closed."
Fu Xiupei: "?"
"Today, now, close the door for me immediately."
"My small shop can't affect your big business, right, Mr. Rong?"
"It affects my mood."
The relationship between Fu Xiupei and Rong Chuqin is extraordinary. They are both heirs of the family. They understand each other and cherish each other, so there are basically no secrets between them.
He is the third person in the world who knows that Rong Chuqin and Song Tang were secretly in love.
Song Tang was only 17 years old at that time, and he teased Rong Chuqin for abducting a minor.
Fu Xiupei had long noticed that Shen Kuo was milling around outside Xingyao, staring at Song Tang in the box.
Now Rong Chuqin called him again, and it was as if he had caught something, and he exposed the truth every minute, "Hoho, you still said that you don't care about your ex-girlfriend? I think you have the toughest words in the whole body."
Rong Chuqin: "..."
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For the first time, Xingyao Club closed early without warning when the customer flow was at its highest.
The guests returned disappointed, and the four of them also came out of the box.
Jiang Fanxing drank a little too much and walked unsteadily. He was hanging on Lu Yiheng's body like an octopus and was carried by Lu Yiheng.
Song Tang also drank a lot, and Cheng Lan helped her.
"Brother Heng, you send Fanxing off and we'll go back by ourselves. When we get home, we'll report to the group that we're safe."
"Be careful."
"good."
Cheng Lan originally worked in a nightclub. Black and white were reversed. Drinking beer was like drinking water. It didn't bother her at all. While she helped Song Tang out, she confirmed with the boss who was seeing customers off at the door, "Mr. Fu, is it really closed? Then
I'm off work."
Fu Xiupei waved his hand and told them to leave quickly, thinking to himself, if you don't invite people to come, will I have to close early today? I will lose blood.
Cheng Lan helped Song Tang away and whispered: "Look at our boss, he looks quite normal, but here," she pointed to her forehead, her voice kept rising, "there is something wrong."
Song Tang turned around and saw that it was Fu Xiupei. She had been in contact with this person before. He was Rong Chuqin's best friend.
She saw Fu Xiupei wearing a pair of glasses with thin metal frames, well-dressed and sanctimonious, smiling at her with unclear meaning. At that time, she thought of one word - polite scum.
Song Tang turned around and asked curiously: "What's wrong with him?"
"It's probably because I wanted to make some girl happy, so I booked the venue myself. Alas, people are stupid and have too much money."
"..." This is indeed something Fu Xiupei can do.
There were many passenger cars parked at the entrance of the club. Cheng Lan found a driver he knew well and asked him to take him home safely.
After getting in the car, the driver asked where they were going. Song Tang thought about it and said helplessly: "Jiangjingyuan."
Unexpectedly, when they arrived at Jiangjingyuan, the car was stopped outside the community gate.
Song Tang got out of the car awkwardly, feeling dizzy and weak. He leaned against the guard box and took out his cell phone to call Rong Chuqin.
I could still hear the voices of the security guards in the guard booth talking to each other, "Another scammer. This woman is pretty well-connected. She actually found out where Mr. Rong lives."
"Wait a little longer. If you don't leave, call the police."
Song Tang felt her cheeks were a little hot. When the call was connected, she immediately said: "I'm sorry, please check with the security guard at the door and let me in."
As soon as he heard the voice, Rong Chuqin frowned, said the next sentence and then hung up, so fast that Song Tang didn't hear clearly.
"Ang? What? What did you say?"
If I ask again, the phone has already been hung up.
"Who is this person? It's really..." Song Tang lowered his shoulders. He was feeling dizzy but it was fine. But his stomach was too bloated and he needed to be dealt with urgently. He staggered towards the road to see if the taxi just now had gone far.
.
She's here, but she can't get in, so you can't blame her.
The midsummer evening wind cannot dissipate the heat of the scorching summer, and the wind rolls in like a heat wave, making people sweat.
From a distance, Rong Chuqin saw the drunkard who came home late walking towards the road.
A car drove by on the road, and the headlights shone over her. The light passed through her body, outlining her slender and graceful figure.
She was still wearing the same clothes she wore when working during the day, a white shirt, dark pants, and high heels. Her white shirt was soaked with sweat, and she could still faintly see the b
The shape and color of a.
Rong Chuqin quickened his pace.
The phone rang again at an inappropriate time, "Say!"
"Mr. Rong, my wife can't get in when she reaches the door. She seems to want to take a taxi. Should I send her in?"
"You are dismissed."
Shen Kuo didn't know why. The next second, he suddenly saw his boss appear from the darkness inside. He walked to the intersection, pulled the shaky woman inside, picked her up and took her away without taking a few steps.
He was stunned. Is this still the decisive, unsmiling, arrogant, cold-hearted and always putting on a bad face, Mr. Rong?
Under the stunned gaze of the security guards at the guard box, Song Tang shouted incoherently: "Why are you so weak? Damn it, just put me down if you can't carry me... Hey, my shoes, my shoes, they're so valuable, they're gone."
I want you to pay for it!"
Security guards: "..."
Jiang Jingyuan was not a small building, and the king of the building was still in the middle. Rong Chuqin held her in his arms, walked through the landscape area, and carried her into the elevator.
Heat is the most intuitive experience. Rong Chuqin's whole body was soaked, and huge beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, condensing into strands and dripping down one by one.
Both of them were sweating, especially the areas where they were in contact. The air-conditioning from the top of the elevator blew over them, making the wetter the place, the colder it became.
Song Tang was just a little tipsy, not drunk, and his aesthetic appreciation of the opposite sex was also online. The man in front of him did have the ability to make women fascinated.