After a hidden marriage with the president

Song Qingran simply tidied up the things at home, and explained to the servants at home a few times. After the arrangements were made, Song Qingran stood in the huge room with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Although the house is big, she is probably the most valuable thing in the family. Song Qingran organized her things in a short time.

Thinking of this, a message instantly popped up on the phone thrown on the table.

At that time, Song Qingran was reclining on the sofa, stretched his arms and hooked his hands, and took the mobile phone.

It was an unusually unfamiliar phone number, and there was only one succinct sentence that couldn't be more succinct.

"Let's have dinner together at twelve noon, the old restaurant."

There is also a piece of geographic location information attached to it.

With this tone and efficiency, Song Qingran could probably guess who sent the message without even thinking about it. She had no doubts about Zuo Chen knowing her mobile phone number.

There are still two hours, too late.

Song Qingran threw the phone back on the coffee table in the living room, stepped on her slippers and began to go upstairs to fix herself.

When she arrived, the waiter took her to the private room. Zuo Chen had already ordered, so he handed her the menu, "See what else you need, and then order."

Looking around, most of the dishes on the table are her favorites, and it seems that she has put a lot of effort into them. Song Qingran waved his hand, put the menu aside, pulled out the chair and sat down: "No, I'll eat it." Not much, these are just fine, I already like them very much.”

Zuo Chen looked at the tender redness in the corners of her eyes, which seemed to be shimmering under the sunlight by the window, and her small cherry mouth looked extraordinarily rosy as if something had been smeared on it.

Should be well groomed.

The corners of Zuo Chen's mouth were slightly curved, holding a knife and fork, pretending to speak casually: "I heard that Mu Yiran and Su Yiran are engaged next month, are you going to attend?"

It's like a temptation, and it's like an inadvertent inquiry.

The engagement banquet between the two people, depending on how shameless the two are, there are nine out of ten invitations to her.

Song Qingran was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect him to say such unsightly words while eating, so he just paused, and quickly resumed the action of picking up vegetables, "Go! Why don't you go?"

After finishing speaking, the man in front of him frowned and hurriedly added: "I met that couple in the villa just now. After all, he is a good girlfriend's ex-fiancé. How can I be worthy of my status if I don't attend? I am also a Merchants, no matter what you say, you have to participate, and ask for some interest by the way, right?"

She squinted, smiled softly, and leaned her elbows on the table like a wily fox.

She has to settle some accounts carefully, and she will not do such a business that suffers big losses by keeping silent.

By the way, she told him everything that happened in the villa just now, and she didn't forget to add some exclamations to express her heartache.

"No, I can't swallow this breath."

Originally, she was going to blow up her hair, but there was no sadness on her puffy face. Instead, there was some anticipation and eagerness to go on stage. Zuo Chen raised his eyebrows and followed suit: "There are plans." ?tell me the story?"

Song Qingran blinked his eyes, sincerely, "Not yet, I'm too sad, so you just look forward to the day when I mess things up, maybe...you will need your help at that time."

Well, I can't get half a sentence out of it, and she's quite blunt.

If he could believe this sentence, he believed it evilly, after all, he didn't see any major "sadness" on her face.

"En", Zuo Chen retracted his gaze, which was his answer.

There was silence on the table.

Although Song Qingran had dinners with all the powerful figures in the shopping malls, they were all for cooperation. Chinese people like to talk about things at the dinner table since ancient times, and Song Qingran perfectly inherited this fine tradition, so this meal She was at a loss for what to eat.

The man in front of him was eating slowly, and his every move was extremely precious, probably because of his temper, he didn't like to talk very much, and eating with concentration seemed extremely pleasing to the eye.

Such a person, such a scene, before, she didn't even dare to think about it, but now sitting like this for real, she felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles.

When Song Qingran raised her head, the person opposite her had already finished eating, she was leaning on the back of the chair, looking at her with those dark and clear eyes, her face turned red when she was seen, she was just about to get up and say let's go, by the ear A pleasant bell rang.

Song Qingran raised her head when her cell phone was not turned on, and looked at the person opposite who answered the phone.

It was as concise and powerful as he sent a text message. After hanging up the phone, Zuo Chen stood up, picked up the coat on the chair and put it on the crook of his arm, "I'm going to an important meeting, let Hezhou take you back first, luggage and so on. Shall I pick you up tonight?"

She still had class in the afternoon, Song Qingran stood up, and felt a numbness in her toes, she almost knocked on the chair, "No need, I can go back to school by myself, there is still class in the afternoon."

For the time being, she doesn't want to become a pastime for outsiders again.

"Do you have a car?"

Song Qingran shook his head.

"Then let him take you there." As if seeing her hesitation, Zuo Chen reminded her: "You have to get used to such an identity."

The words were reasonable, and she couldn't help but refuse, He Zhou jumped out from nowhere, bowed slightly, "Madam, let's go, don't worry I'll drive."

Just happened to save the taxi fare, Song Qingran followed Hezhou out.

There was still an hour before the afternoon class, Song Qingran asked He Zhou to take her to a small road 500 meters away from the school and stop.

He Zhou put down the handbrake, and the people behind had already jumped out of the car, holding a pile of materials just taken from home in their arms.

"Thanks."

After finishing speaking, he walked leisurely to another road.

Nanhua Institute of Design is a new campus, and both the greening and the campus are hundreds of times better than the old campus.

There were not many people on the tree-lined path near the lake, Song Qingran didn't walk a long way before he saw a man and a woman appearing in front of him.

The girl was standing on a rock by the lake, her hair was disheveled, and the tears on her face were very clear. She shouted "hoarsely" at the man in front of her who was still some distance away.

"Xu Yan, I don't care. You have to be responsible for this matter to the end. It was good for me to chase you before, but no matter how much I want to be with you, I won't do that kind of dirty thing."

Song Qingran became interested, and looked at the time, it was 45 minutes before class.

He simply chose a shade under a tree and stood there without leaving.

Song Qingran looked around, and saw that the man had a pretty face, although his expression was a little flustered, but the brows were more impatient, "What do you want? I said I have someone I like, can you please?" Stay away from me, just like Nankey Yimeng last night, can I pay you for the loss?"

He's quite bloody, he looks like a dog, but he's actually a scumbag.

After listening to the conversation between the two of them, Song Qingran guessed a general plot of the story in his heart, and it might be another wonderful and bloody plot.

It's nothing more than a woman chasing a man, and then there is a scene where the man is required to be responsible.

Tsk...why do they sound similar?

The little girl tightly tugged at the hem of her clothes, her teeth were biting her lips, her face turned white, and her face still had the sadness of not wanting to let go.

Song Qingran was looking at it vigorously, maybe her gaze was too earnest, and the next second she saw the two people who had spoken well looked straight in her direction.

Oops...peeking...was caught and returned.

Song Qingran rubbed her nose embarrassingly, just when she was thinking whether to continue reading or go away, the boy in front of her frowned and relaxed a little, pulling away the distance between him and the girl, with a serious expression, "This I'll figure it out, but we can't be together. I don't like you. A twisted melon will not be sweet. You will meet a very good person in the future, at least ten times better than me. My family situation No, I really can't afford to delay you."

Having said so much, Song Qingran stared at the two people in front of him dumbfounded, and subconsciously looked at the girl's reaction.

The latter's tears kept pouring down as if he didn't want money, and the boy seemed to be even more at a loss, so he found a reason to prevaricate.

"I'm going to class soon, so I'll go here first, I'll talk about it later, I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the girls, and ran away majestically.

The running speed was much faster than the speed at which he cared about the girl. Looking at the crying girl who was out of breath, Song Qingran felt a little uncomfortable.

"Wipe?"

The girl raised her head, looked at the outstretched hand in front of her with tearful eyes, and was a little taken aback.

Song Qingran stuffed the toilet paper into her hand, sat down on the grass along the way, looked up at the front and asked lightly: "Is it worth it?"

Lose all dignity and self-esteem for a person who doesn't want to like himself, even if he still can't get a good result in the end.

The suppressed emotions were released here, and the girl cried even harder.

There were constant glances around, making Song Qingran's back numb, in this situation...go, no.

What's more...it's so similar, she's just another version of her story.

After crying for about 5 minutes, the girl calmed down slowly, raised her half-painted crying face, and grabbed her arm with a face that looked like a ghost.

"Between me and him, I have always been chasing after him. We are classmates in high school, and I transferred to this school because of him." The girl lowered her head.

Song Qingran rested his elbows on his knees and waited for her next words.

"I've followed him for a long time, and it wasn't until last month that I found out that he has someone he likes, and that person is my best friend! I couldn't be more angry, so I broke up with that good friend, but I still don't want to give up on him, he It is the purpose and light of my coming here, and it is also the person I have been pursuing hard, and I cannot give up."

She is still infatuated, but the similarity with her story is too high.

Song Qingran lowered his eyelids, looked at the grass on his toes, and couldn't hear the tone, "Even if it's a bloody head, there's no good outcome, even if it's like this, won't you let go?"

The girl paused, and the hesitation was quickly replaced by a firm decision, "I have to work harder for myself before I know the result. What if... I mean, what if he finds out that I'm fine?"