Damn Song Zixuan, you drive two cars by yourself, are you a pervert?" Zhong Zhenzhen kicked the car door shut, feeling pain on the toes and heartache.
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"Didn't you say you won't go home?" Wen Qingqing asked reluctantly outside Wen Qingqing's house. Although she understood in her heart, she still had some illusions.
"The company still has things to deal with tonight, and I don't have much time during this period," Song Zixuan said lightly.
"You like her, don't you?" Wen Qingqing asked
"Impossible" Song Zixuan's expression turned stiff.
"But you should know how much thought you put into her! You can't lie to yourself, but why do you still treat her like this? Aren't you afraid that she will hate you?"
Song Zixuan pursed his lips and said nothing, but Junyi's eyebrows were already tangled together, which made Wen Qingqing feel a little distressed.
"I told you, these things are none of your business. No matter which woman I end up with in the future, you can rest assured that it won't be you."
Song Zixuan said these words coldly, then threw a check in the car, "This is your reward for this week" and ordered the driver to drive.
Wen Qingqing smiled bitterly while holding the check. Is she short of money?
But Song Zixuan was in a state of confusion at the moment.
Like, how could he like Zhong Zhenzhen? This is absolutely impossible
Is it impossible? Why is there an answer in my heart that is yes?
Then, he directly asked the driver to drive the car to the wine shop.
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"You..." Zhong Zhenzhen looked at Song Zixuan who came back from outside with some surprise.
"I'm back" Song Zixuan was drunk, even his face was rosy
"Have you missed me this week?" Song Zixuan kept asking her while he was drunk.