Sheng Mian stood there for a while, and when she returned to the car, she felt a little uneasy.
One is because of the situation with Fu Yancheng, and the other is because of Sang Tingyu. Is something going to happen recently?
She raised her eyes and wanted to talk to Zhuang Wan, but she heard Zhuang Wan sobbing slightly, lying on the steering wheel, and didn't even notice that she got in the car.
"Zhuang Wan?"
She shouted, and Zhuang Wan, who was lying on his stomach, seemed to wake up from a dream, and quickly sat upright, "Mr. Sheng."
"Your ex-boyfriend is looking for you again? Hasn't he already paid back the money? Their family still refuses to let you go?"
"without."
"That's because he and that woman are getting married. He handed you a wedding invitation. Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"no."
Why is that?
The family situations of those close to Sheng Mian are very simple. Zhuang Wan is a single-parent family, and her mother doesn't like her very much.
Yunxiao's parents both passed away, and now she is an orphan.
Song Tang's parents died earlier, and the only happy family was Jiang Liu, the real daughter.
So she couldn't guess what Zhuang Wan was for a while.
"Is a partner giving you a hard time?"
She took the tissue next to her and handed it to Zhuang Wan.
Zhuang Wan reached out to take it and said angrily, "No, Mr. Sheng, I just watched a very touching movie."
Zhuang Wan had a gentle appearance, and even though the lights in the carriage were not bright, Sheng Mian still noticed that her eyes were red.
For some reason, she also felt uncomfortable.
She is now the president of s.m, and she always wants to protect the people she cares about.
But s.m is really too small.
She raised her hand to rub her eyebrows and sighed, "Go back."
Zhuang Wan held the steering wheel with trembling fingertips.
What the man just said came to mind.
He was the absolute controller in front of her. He didn't want to hear what she had to say. He would pull her to do something when the mood came. He never stayed overnight and never said anything nice. It was his great gift that he didn't verbally humiliate her.
As a bed crawler, Zhuang Wan's pride was already crushed when she chose this path.
Just now she wanted to get out of the car and follow Sheng Mian in, but was pulled by the man to the second floor.
Below are the guests entering and exiting the Sky Corridor. As long as you raise your head, you will know what she and others are doing.
There was no cover there, her clothes were messy, her hands were trapped behind her, and she was unable to resist.
Her dignity was always haunted by the whipping feeling of being put on the ground. She begged him to hurry up, but he slowly took a puff of the cigarette and passed the smoke to her.
Zhuang Wan hated the smell of cigarette smoke and choked until he coughed.
"You have to accept whatever I give you."
One sentence made her whole body feel cold, and she could only lower her eyelashes quietly.
He smiled and patted her on the cheek, "Be good."
When the car stopped at the door of Shanxiao, Zhuang Wan's face was already pale.
He didn't finish it tonight, after all, it was really not a good place. After he finished admiring her embarrassment and embarrassment, he withdrew.
Zhuang Wan's mind was a little empty when she heard Sheng Mian's voice.
"We will go to the cocktail party tomorrow night together."
"Okay, Mr. Sheng."
Sheng Mian wanted to have a good sleep tonight, but at two o'clock in the morning, she was woken up by a phone call.
It's a call from the company.
"Mr. Sheng, Wen Zhao was taken away by the police!!"
Sheng Mian's heart skipped a beat and she immediately stood up from the bed, "What's going on?"
It turns out that Wen Zhao recently accepted a public service announcement to care for autistic children, but now he is publicly reported by the parents of an autistic child for violating their daughter.
The public service announcement requires Wen Zhao to go to the child's home to shoot and communicate with the child.
Now the parents of their children are reporting directly online, writing 3,000-word long and short texts that are full of tears, pointing directly at S.M.
Sheng Mian rushed to the police station overnight.
On the Sky Corridor, Sang Jiu and the others were laughing and chatting.
Linda grabbed Sangjiu's hand.
"Don't worry, I'm just punishing you a little now, and I can make her fall into disarray."
"Linda, thank you."
"Why are you thanking me, Xiaojiu, we are all friends."
When Linda said this, she glanced at Sang Tingyu shyly.
