"Song Zhengying? Investment Minister of the Doomsday Society?" The three riders were stunned and looked at each other. The man in front of them was short and fat, with a wretched expression, but he naturally had a commanding attitude. Moreover, there were four people in front of him.
There were burly bodyguards standing on both sides, and they couldn't help but believe it.
The rider who just spoke said angrily, "Sorry, we're leaving now." After saying that, the three motorcycles turned around and fled away quickly with a roar.
Song Zhengying's face returned to that smiling face at this time, and she said softly: "Miss, they are gone, there is no need to be afraid."
The beautiful woman had an expression of admiration on her face: "They just left like that? Sir... you are so powerful! You can scare them away with just one sentence."
Song Zhengying smiled and shook her head: "That's nothing... Miss, what is your name?"
The beauty suddenly realized that she was still holding on to her clothes, she blushed and quickly let go of her hand, and made a slightly shy Korean-style salute: "My...my name is Wang Yan."
Song Zhengying nodded, put on an friendly smile and said: "Miss Wang, where are you going? May I give you a ride?"
Wang Yan shook his head slightly: "No, Mr. Song, I just got off work and now I want to go get something to eat. You go and do your business first."
Song Zhengying invited with a smile: "What a coincidence, I have just gotten off work and haven't eaten yet... I wonder if I have the honor to treat Miss Wang to a meal? It can be considered as a way to calm your shock."
Wang Yan seemed to be a little embarrassed and said: "Isn't this good? I thanked Mr. Song for saving me today, but you still have to spend money. I feel bad - I still treat you to dinner."
"No, we Korean men have never had the habit of asking ladies to treat guests." Song Zhengying said sternly, then thought about it for a moment, clapped her hands and said, "Or this way, please ask Miss Wang to come to my house as a guest and know my cooking skills.
But it’s very good.”
Bah! No matter how good your craftsmanship is, how can you compare with our Xiao Zhan? Wang Yan looked at the short and fat man in front of her, who was not as tall as her. The more he looked at it, the more disgusting he felt, but he put on a timid and scared look on his face and said softly:
"This...isn't this good? I'm taking the liberty to disturb your house when we first meet." As he spoke, a row of snow-white teeth gently bit his bright red lips, looking pitiful.
Song Zhengying suddenly felt that all the blood in her body was rushing to the top of her head. She barely suppressed the desire in her heart and pretended to smile harmlessly: "Don't worry, Miss Wang, I am the only one living in my house, so there is no need to disturb me."
"Sorry to bother you, and you don't have to be afraid. For someone as beautiful as Miss Wang, I will never have any intention of offending you."
Wang Yan seemed to be struggling for a long time before he nodded awkwardly and smiled slightly: "Okay, thank you Mr. Song."
Song Zhengying was so happy that she quickly opened the car door and asked Wang Yan to sit in. Except for the bodyguard driving the car, the other three people consciously stopped a taxi and followed it. It was obvious that they had no respect for their master.
I have long been accustomed to using methods to pick up girls.
After Wang Yan followed Song Zhengying, the three motorcycle riders were watching from a distance in a corner not far away. At this time, a person walked past and smiled at them: "Go back, thank you for your hard work."
The three people saluted together, their eyes full of reverence, and they said flattered: "Senior Kun, you're welcome, don't worry."
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"Ms. Wang, although I don't have a very good memory, I really can't think of any company near our company that can have a beauty as beautiful as you." Song Zhengying narrowed her eyes and complimented.
Wang Yan pursed his lips and chuckled: "Does Mr. Song always pay attention to whether there are beautiful women nearby when commuting to and from get off work?"
Song Zhengying hurriedly waved her hands and said: "No, no! With my blunt emotional intelligence, I really have no attraction to beautiful women. I mean...yes...well, I'm sorry to make you laugh. I really don't know how.
I told you." As he spoke, a touch of red appeared on his fat face, making him appear to be an honest and responsible man.
If Lu Xiaozhan hadn't shown her Song Zhengying's information in advance, she might have been deceived by this cunning man, but now...Wang Yan watched Song Zhengying acting there, secretly despising him in his heart, but pretending to be fake on his face
Looking amused, Hua Zhi trembled and said: "Giggle... I never thought that a man with such status and status as Mr. Song could be so shy. In fact, I am not an employee of a big company, I am just an intern at Radio Seoul."
As he spoke, he took out a work permit from his arms and waved it in front of Song Zhengying's eyes.
Song Zhengying was secretly happy. Of course he knew about Radio Seoul, which still had some shares in the Doomsday Society. Since this beauty was an intern there, she probably wouldn't dare to say anything even if she was eaten by him, and he didn't have to.
I was worried that this might be a commercial spy sent by some company to spy on his information or something.
This is his habit. He holds an important position in the Doomsday Society. If he accidentally falls in love with a woman with ulterior motives, he will be in bad luck. Now that Wang Yan's identity is clear, he naturally doesn't have to think too much about this beauty.
You can eat it yourself!
Not long after, the car stopped steadily in front of his house. Song Zhengying got out of the car first, opened the car door for Wang Yan like a gentleman, smiled and stretched out her hand: "Ms. Wang, please!"
Wang Yan helped him out of the car with a smile on his face, raised his head and looked around at the environment here, and couldn't help but praise: "Mr. Song, your home is really luxurious. I have never had any friends live in such a big house.
"There was a trace of envy and yearning unabashedly in those big talking eyes.
Song Zhengying clearly saw the change in her eyes, and completely regarded Wang Yan as a realistic woman who was greedy for vanity. She was secretly happy in her heart, but pretended not to care and waved her hands: "This is actually nothing.
When I get married, I will definitely buy a bigger and more luxurious house."
Wang Yan's eyes flashed, he pursed his lips and chuckled: "Then Mr. Song, please remember to invite me as a guest again when you change your house."
Song Zhengying laughed loudly: "Of course, of course! Miss Wang, please..." After speaking, she turned to the four bodyguards and told them, "You go to eat first and wait for me to call you over."
The four bodyguards also knew that something inappropriate for children would happen next, so they nodded knowingly and walked away.
Song Zhengying walked to the heavy door with a smile, pressed it with her right thumb, and then pointed her eyes at a small hole in the door. She heard a beep and the door opened. Song Zhengying opened the door and said with a smile: "Wang
Miss, please come in."
Wang Yan was slightly surprised and said: "Ah, the security work at Mr. Song's house is really strict." When he said this, his eyes turned and he said with a half-smile, "If Mr. Song doesn't let me go, I still can't get out of this door?"