Of course, Song Ying never thought that she would get the answer she expected because this guy was so calm... so calm that it was even a little scary.
No matter how strong a person is, or someone who is indifferent to life and death, or even someone who just tries hard to pretend to be calm, there are always traces to follow.
He neither felt pity for the cheating white man, nor was he moved by the man's chopped off palm. As for the final scene of feeding the crocodile, it was more like watching a circus performance, and it was not a very exciting performance. .
Either he is extremely cold-blooded, he is a naturally emotionally disabled guy, or, for him, this kind of thing is just a childish thing.
"Who are you?" Song Ying stared at Luo Qiu again, trying hard to catch any change in his expression.
"To you, I am Luo Qiu." Luo Qiu thought for a while.
"For us?" Song Ying frowned, "What if it's not for us? Who are you?"
"Miss Song, you don't have to worry about too many things." Luo Qiu smiled slightly and said, "In fact, I won't stay for long. Maybe I will leave in a few days, maybe a week."
"Are you leaving?" Song Ying heard an unexpected answer.
"It depends on the situation. If there are more interesting things here, I might stay a few more days." Luo Qiu said calmly.
"Really?" Song Ying raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Very good, I will make you feel more bored than ever before."
With that said, Song Ying didn't say another word, ignored Luo Qiu, and left the independent villa suite in the hotel accompanied by Otas.
She did not arrange any entertainment for Luo Qiu, and did not even say a word to Luo Qiu. She almost treated him as transparent and non-existent. Even so, people in the hotel did not dare to do this.
Although Miss Ying seemed to be having trouble with Mr. Luo... but she didn't see her driving away this guy named Luo?
God knows if Miss Sakura will suddenly say again: You don’t have to come to work tomorrow?
Therefore, Otas, the general manager of the hotel, did not dare to show any slight to this young man at all, "Um... Miss Sakura is actually a very nice person, why don't you go and coax her?"
"We are not the kind of relationship you think." Luo Qiu smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry about me, Mr. Otas is also busy. I have no problem staying by myself."
Because Song Ying didn't express any reason, Luo Qiu followed her all the way to a spacious office.
At this time, General Manager Otas looked at Song Ying, who was reviewing documents at her desk and was silent. She had to smile bitterly, and then lowered her voice and said, "Okay, Mr. Luo, if you need anything, please call me." Just tell me. There is a secretary on duty outside the door, you can also tell her and I will give the order."
"Good work."
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After Otas left, Song Ying suddenly raised her head and glanced at Luo Qiu. Luo Qiu felt the gaze and asked curiously: "Is there something wrong?"
Unexpectedly, Song Ying just stared at Luo Qiu intently. After a while, she seemed to have figured out something and put her hands on the keyboard to type.
Luo Qiu smiled, then raised the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, then walked lightly to the bookshelf in the office, and picked up a book.
"If you're sleepy, just find a room to sleep in." Song Ying didn't even look up. She didn't know when typing on the keyboard turned into writing and drawing on documents, "The service in this hotel is pretty good.
If you have any special needs, I can satisfy you. Although I don't like you very much, you are also a member of the Song family after all, so I can't treat you badly."
"I just need to read a book." Luo Qiu pointed at the book he just took off the bookshelf.
"Tea Classic".
"It's up to you." Song Ying lowered her head and started to work.
"Would you like to pour you a glass of water?" Luo Qiu looked at the almost empty cup next to Song Ying.
"Don't bother me." Song Ying didn't even raise her head, "Also, turn back the air conditioner for me. I'm afraid of the heat."
Luo Qiu nodded, walked to the regulator on the wall again, adjusted the air conditioner to the original temperature, and then walked back to the sofa, but this time Luo Qiu's footsteps were softer.
In fact, reading e-books is more convenient and more complete.
But it's not as interesting as paper books. Luo Qiu is a person who likes to read, and it didn't take long for him to be immersed in the content of this "Tea Classic".
The minute and second hands of the white wall clock on the wall rotate slowly.
Two o'clock in the morning...two thirty...three fifteen...
Song Ying occasionally raised her head, glanced at Luo Qiu who was reading, and then lowered her head again and started working.
At four o'clock in the morning... four thirty-eight... Song Ying stood up with the document in hand, turning the pen in her hand, and she was completely immersed in the world of work.
She didn't even feel that besides herself, there was actually one more person than usual in this office.
She almost...no, completely ignored Luo Qiu's existence.
Early in the morning, at 6:23, Song Ying dropped the pen in her hand, stretched, and beat her shoulders.
"Did he leave?" Song Ying looked at where Luo Qiu was sitting. He was no longer there... He didn't even know when he was gone.
Song Ying directly dialed the number of the secretary outside the office, "Where is the guy named Luo? Did he find a room to sleep in?"
The secretary said: "No, Miss Ying, several gentlemen came and picked up Mr. Luo early in the morning."
"Picked up, who?" Song Ying frowned.
"Mr. Xiao Song came here in person." The secretary said quickly, "It has been more than twenty minutes."
"Yes, I understand." Song Ying finally calmed down. It seemed that Luo Qiu had not returned all night. Even her uncle Song Haoran couldn't sit still, so he came to pick up the person in person.
Song Ying shook her head. She didn't like her grandfather and uncle treating this guy like a treasure.
"Mr. Xiao Song, is there anything else you can say?"
"Mr. Xiao Song said that he was taking someone back to have breakfast with the chairman. He said that the chairman hadn't woken up yet and there was still time..."
"Mind your own business..." Song Ying muttered, then shook her head: "Bring me some food, I'm a little hungry."
Soon after, the secretary walked in carrying a plate.
There was only one porcelain bowl on the plate, but the content inside surprised Song Ying: "White porridge?"
The secretary nodded and said, "Miss Ying, you stayed up all night, it would be better to eat something light."
Song Ying shook her head and said, "Take it away. I won't eat it. It's too bland. I don't like tasteless things. Have you forgotten?"
The secretary's face was a little disappointed and anxious at the same time, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Miss Ying, why don't you take it more often? I...I have actually been cooking it for a long time. Moreover, this is not without flavor, I also added ginkgo biloba.
"
Song Ying glanced at the secretary, who felt a chill in her back, but suddenly picked up the spoon and took a bite.
It was soft and glutinous, although it was light, but the sweet taste of ginkgo spread in her mouth, as if the fatigue on her body was washed away in an instant. Song Ying suddenly had a great appetite, and she ate spoonful after spoonful.
"Not bad, I can eat this." Song Ying nodded.
The little secretary was immediately happy and said quickly: "There are still some in the kitchen. Miss Ying likes to eat, can I give you some more?"
Song Ying nodded.
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The little secretary happily walked out of the office holding the bowl, but she suddenly glanced at her place about an hour and a half ago.
Mr. Luo suddenly came out and asked her: "Do you want Miss Song to praise you and give you a smile?"
"But……"
"You ladies, you are the kind of person who won't reject other people's kindness."
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ps: Today I climbed four mountains and walked more than ten kilometers of mountain roads. For the first time, I felt that my knees were not strong enough...I was tired, short and weak, just short and weak.
