While driving home, I received a call from Qin Xiaoxiao on the way, asking her how it turned out.
Song Miao truthfully told Qin Xiaoxiao what had happened, and of course, omitted the unnecessary paragraph.
Qin Xiaoxiao was very happy, and asked some things about her male god before hanging up the phone.
Perhaps because the first draft of the design was affirmed, Song Miao was in a pretty good mood.
When she got home, it was almost ten o’clock. By this time, Yang Jing was already asleep.
The car had just entered the gate of Chu’s house, and a black Lamborghini parked inside came out with a beautiful exclamation.
Song Miao is no stranger to this voice, it belongs to Fang Xin.
The good mood just now was like being drowned by a basin of ice water in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it was completely cold.
Song Miao was sitting in the car, only feeling stiff in her limbs, and her heart was particularly cold.
She turned off the lights in the car, and the lights on the opposite car were also off, but the car just happened to be parked under the lights in the small garden, and the ambiguous scene inside was unobstructed.
Song Miao watched Fang Xin put on her dress and coat in a hurry, watched her look at Chu Shaoyan in awe, and watched her kiss Chu Shaoyan again. There seemed to be a gap in her heart, and the cold wind came from inside unscrupulously. Through.
I don’t know how long it took, until her heart was numb, Chu Shaoyan started his car and drove Fang Xin away.
Song Miao walked into the room like a walking dead, walked straight into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash his face.
As soon as the water turned on, she slipped and sat on the ground, burying her face in her knees.
She and Chu Shaoyan were not like this at the beginning. Although she pestered him most of the time, he was very gentle with her. He never severely condemned her or made her feel uncomfortable.
But I don’t know when, he started to change.
He can no longer see everything she has done for him, and has been making her feel uncomfortable without a bottom line.
There was a burst of chill on her body, and Song Miao was shivering with the cold, only to realize that the faucet was not turned off, and a puddle of water had accumulated on the floor of the bathroom, soaking her clothes.
She got up and turned the faucet off, looking at the ghost-white woman in the mirror, she wanted to laugh, but laughter was worse than crying. .
As soon as I left the bathroom, the door of the villa was opened from the outside.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, Song Miao didn’t look back.
Since he hates himself, why should he always get in there?
She wanted to walk upstairs without squinting, but found that the footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer. When she couldn’t respond, her right hand was tightly grasped by one hand, “Where did you go tonight?”
Chu Shaoyan’s voice was cold, and he didn’t hesitate to grasp the strength of her wrist.
Song Miao only felt that her wrist was about to be dislocated. She turned around, her voice suppressed and faint, “Eat with someone.”
“With whom?”
Chu Shaoyan looked into her eyes.
Song Miao’s eyes are very beautiful, but they are not the kind of publicity and beauty, but they have another soft and quiet beauty. Her features are delicate and without the slightest attack power. Every time they see her, they can let them People’s irritable heart calmed down.
Chu Shaoyan was in a trance for a moment. He thought, if the woman in front of him was not a femme-hearted woman, probably, he would still be willing to reluctantly live with her.
It’s just that this idea flashed through his mind, and he threw it away.
Chu Shaoyan’s face sank instantly, “Surely, I’m eating with a group of men again? Say it’s eating, Song Miao, you won’t hide it from me, do you do something that I don’t know, will you? How do you talk about business, eh?”
Speaking of the back, his tone gradually became sharp and unhappy.
Song Miao looked at the man in front of him quietly, knowing what was in his mind without guessing. At this moment, she only felt extremely ironic and empty.
She severely withdrew her hand that was held by him, staggered for two steps, and said faintly: “Why, I’m talking about business with a male client, are you angry?”