After a hidden marriage with the president

She said: "I have a competition to participate in a few days, and the company may not be able to come here for the time being. I will leave the affairs here to you first. Remember that you are my assistant. You are the boss when I am away. Show off the aura you should have."

Fang Wei trembled, met the boss's encouraging eyes, nodded slowly, and said with a firm tone, "I know the boss, I will help you manage the company well, and wait for you to come back."

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This time, the venue of the city-level jewelry competition was set in City S, and Song Qingran and Liu Yansong arrived three days earlier.

City S happened to be in the rainy season recently, and the thin rain fell from the sky, covering the entire city of S in a rain curtain, and even the surrounding scenery was instantly blurred.

A few black Bentleys were parked by the side of the road. He Zhou looked around, saw a figure with an umbrella on the side of the road with sharp eyes, and slowed down the car.

"Boss, isn't that Madam?"

Zuo Chen raised his head: "Stop."

Under the dim rain, the figures were vague and unclear, but he could recognize Song Qingran's figure at a glance.

Seeing that he didn't respond, He Zhou pulled up the handbrake and asked again: "Boss, do we want to say hello?"

The man in the back seat raised his eyelids, looked out of the window through the window, opened WeChat habitually with his mobile phone, and finally stopped at the chat dialog box with her before, without sending a word.

Pedestrians on the road rushed home impatiently, only a group of them parked on the side of the road, holding their mobile phones, stretching out their hands to hail a taxi from time to time.

There were still a few people around Song Qingran. She glanced around while holding the phone, and looked away for two or three seconds before looking at the car.

It was familiar, but she wasn't sure.

Zuo Chen disappeared without a sound, and he didn't even have any sources of news about her. If it was really him, how could he be there.

Both of them were indifferent, and He Zhou didn't dare to rush forward, just waiting for the people behind to speak.

Zuo Chen licked his molars, and sat back: "No, just stop here for a while and rest."

The phone was still on, and it was the interface he often opened, but there was no updated chat.

He Zhou knew it immediately, he could see him staring out the window through the rearview mirror, and sighed.

He obviously misses him so much, yet he still refuses to go down to meet him.

Not long after, Liu Yansong came to her side holding an umbrella, "Let's go, the car is here."

Song Qingran obediently followed, put away the umbrella and got into the car, subconsciously looked up at the car on the right rear.

His vision was dim, and there was nothing, not even a ghost.

Also sighing, Song Qingran followed Liu Yansong into the car.

Waiting for the car they were riding in to go away, the person behind said: "Let's go."

As soon as the words fell, He Zhou started the car and drove in another direction.

Liu Yansong's assistant in the hotel was very good in the morning, and after dinner in the evening, he took the design draft and finally confirmed it with her.

Seeing her running away, Liu Yansong rolled the blueprints into a barrel shape, hit her on the head, pretended to be angry and said, "What did I just say, did you run away?"

He didn't hit hard, and it didn't hurt to hit him on the forehead, Song Qingran still subconsciously covered his head.

She came back to her senses and smiled guiltily: "Master, I'm sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable."

It's getting late, and Liu Yansong is not pushing, since she took a taxi today, something is wrong with her, she always loses her mind and doesn't talk about it, and she always seems to be very preoccupied.

Liu Yansong thought she was under a lot of pressure, got up, and told her: "How can you be so sad? And I, let's do it for today, you go to bed early, and recharge your energy for me."

Song Qingran nodded, and the room became quiet after sending Liu Yansong away.

Occasionally, the thin rain hit the window and made a crackling sound.

Song Qingran got up and stood by the bed, her shadow was reflected in the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the hot air from the windows formed a thin layer of mist on the windows.

In the dead of night, when thoughts were rushing upwards, for no reason, Zuo Chen stood behind her in a suit and leather shoes, as if appearing on the glass, and looked at her.

Song Qingran turned around abruptly, but there was nothing.

The man who had been missing for such a long time seemed to disappear without a trace, if she hadn't heard any news about him, Song Qingran would have felt that Zuo Chen was either dead or the person she imagined!
She even dreamed that he was dead several times at night, so she lost any contact with her.

Early the next morning, Liu Yansong took Song Qingran to the scene to submit the design draft.

This competition is very important, and there are already many people present, most of them are standing here and there looking at the design sketches on the wall.

Most of them are written by people they don't know.

Except... Gongxin?
Song Qingran felt that he probably didn't read the almanac when he went out today.

Just as she was about to take a detour and change the direction, the person by the wall quickly spotted her, and leaned towards her with a swaying waist.

"Yo, isn't this Song Qingran? Are you here too?" Gong Xin said to her in a strange voice.

Unable to escape, Song Qingran turned around and smiled faintly: "Of course I am here, but you are also here to participate in the competition?"

Gong Xin sneered: "This has something to do with you? Being so arrogant, it's no wonder Brother Chen would give up on you. Also, he was blind at the beginning, so he can't fall on you for the rest of his life, right?"

Hearing her mention the familiar name, Song Qingran was taken aback, especially the word "give up", which sounded particularly harsh, Song Qingran frowned and looked at the smiling complacent person.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Gong Xin laughed even more tremblingly: "Song Qingran, what are you pretending, you think we don't know about the things between the two of you? Brother Chen has already given up on you, has he not contacted you for a long time? gone?"

Song Qingran glanced at her, and replied indifferently: "Oh."

oh?that's all?Does it have something to do with you if you don't contact me?

Gong Xin was baffled by her appearance that had nothing to do with me, chased after her to block her way, and asked her with the corner of her eyes curled up: "Aren't you curious about how I know?"

Song Qingran touched his chin and nodded: "I'm a little curious, then what? I haven't contacted you for a long time, why? He's dating you?"

Is this a fucking questioning attitude?

Gong Xin's face turned green with anger, and he cursed in his heart: Brother Chen deserves to give up on you.

Even so, he still tugged on her arm unwillingly, "If you beg me, maybe I'll tell you what happened."

Song Qingran was expressionless: "I'm not interested, get out of the way, you're blocking the way."

Although she didn't know Gong Xin well, she still knew enough about the fact that she didn't like her through the previous contacts.

Gong Xin stared at her dumbfounded.

Every time Song Qingran took a step, she silently counted a number in her heart.

one two Three……

When I counted to six, I was stopped by someone.

The more uninterested she was, the more energetic Gong Xin would be, blocking her way and refusing to let go, she followed Song Qingran's goal without thinking: "I'll tell you the truth, Brother Chen has a much closer relationship with Ouyang Jing than you guys recently. Those who are sensible will back away, after all, mud cannot support the wall."

She just didn't like Song Qingran, so why would she be able to snatch away the person she likes when she comes out halfway!

Gong Xin is not reconciled, so Gong Xin will not let go of any chance that would make her feel uncomfortable.

Seeing her stunned for a moment, Gong Xin looked at her reaction in embarrassment: "How is it? If you are sensible, get out as soon as possible, don't be kicked out, there will be no good end."

Song Qingran twitched the corners of his mouth, and said miserably: "Hearing what you said, I feel that I am too miserable, so I can't move out, by the way, if you are interested in the villa, I will buy it for you? "

Her focus was off the mark, Gong Xin wanted to continue to pull back, but she turned her back with a few words, Gong Xin's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and looked at her angrily: "Song Qingran, you are really shameless!"

Having achieved his goal, Song Qingran was too lazy to pester her any longer, and didn't even want to say hello, so he turned around and left.

Gong Xin jumped angrily from behind, "You really believe that you won't be abandoned?"

Song Qingran waved his hand.

After such a long time, no matter how bad she is, Song Qingran, she won't be far behind.

What's more, she believed in Zuo Chen, if she couldn't even trust him, who else could she trust?

Besides, haven't you seen it with your own eyes?Convicting people without any evidence, she is not sick.

Isn't it just with that Ouyang Jing?

She doesn't know her, so take it as a bullshit.

After all, Liu Yansong is also a well-known figure in the design industry. It didn't take long before the design draft was handed in very quickly, and it took less than half an hour.

When leaving, Song Qingran caught a sharp glimpse of the approaching person, and suddenly his pupils dilated.

The man across from him was wearing a formal suit with his cuffs rolled up, and he had two very expensive looking cuffs, which she had never seen before. It was obvious that he either bought it himself or was a gift from someone else.

The latter seems more likely.

Looking up along his cuff, there is still an arm hanging from the man's bent arm, and there are people around him who are also unfamiliar.

Still a woman.

The two behaved intimately, Zuo Chen lowered his head to look at the woman beside him from time to time, the smile in the corner of his mouth was almost bent behind his ears, his head was almost nestled into her neck!
Has he himself no neck to support his own irritating head!

Song Qingran felt that his confidence that he was not the kind of person who loves fooling around just now collapsed, and it was the kind of collapse that didn't leave even a single fragment.

This slap in the face seemed to appear in the next second.

Song Qingran felt a little pain in the face.

Looking around, fortunately, the woman Gong Xin is not here.

Song Qingran stood still, as if his strength had been drained, until Liu Yansong, who was beside him, poked her arm and asked her, "Why don't you leave?"

Song Qingran came back to his senses, and smiled at Liu Yansong: "It's nothing, I just saw a dog."

Liu Yansong was taken aback by her incoherent quantifiers.

Dogs...is it a matter of personality?
Zuo Chen naturally also saw her opposite.

Or in other words, the moment he appeared here, his gaze had been on her.

Song Qingran waited for this person to come up and give him an explanation.

Then when the two of them passed each other, they didn't even receive a greeting from this gentle scum, not even a single word, or even a single tone of voice!
Song Qingran's face was so dark that it couldn't be any darker.

Gritting her teeth, Song Qingran stubbornly walked forward.

Liu Yansong was even more puzzled as he watched her drop a large part of himself in an instant.

This girl... lost her temper?
As a master, he didn't seem to... didn't teach her today, did he?
……

Ye Qingqing on the other side is completely unaware of the grievances her friend has suffered, while Liu Linhua always runs to her frequently.

Since what happened last time, Liu Linhua deeply reflected on his own thoughts, not to mention Ye Qingqing's reaction after he lost his anger, he himself felt uncomfortable for several days.

Every time I get used to the way she chatters non-stop by my side, and there are a bunch of daily sharing on WeChat, I don’t have a word in the end, and I feel lost, as if I have lost something.

Even the work has been affected in a moderate way.

In my mind, I can't help but think about whether she had eaten, where did she go today?Have you met any strange people, how did you sleep last night?

He stared at his phone a hundred and eighty times a day, but none of the messages came from her.

Liu Linhua gradually panicked.

This time, I'm afraid they really lost their popularity.

Without her entanglement, he thought he could relax, but he never thought that his condition was getting worse.

Then all of my thoughts were focused on this in an instant.