After being reborn, he was taken home by President Mo

Hearing the voice from Song Chaoyang, Jiang Cuocuo slammed his hand away as if he had encountered some poisonous snake and beast!

Then he took a few steps back, until he reached the wall before stopping.

She threw it too hard, and the weak Song Chaoyang also staggered two steps to the side.

Song Zhaoyang seemed puzzled when he saw her face.

Then he asked hoarsely, "Girl, are you okay, did you hit something?"

Even before coming here, Jiang Cuocuo had already done a good job of psychological construction, so that he must control his emotions well when facing Song Chaoyang.

But right now, Jiang Cuo Cuo is still a little out of control.

Looking at Song Chaoyang's thin face, Jiang Cuocuo felt terrified and strange besides nausea.

Such a man, after two or three years, she didn't see his viciousness at all!

Thinking of how cold and fierce he was when he set her on fire, Jiang Cuocuo felt chills all over his body.

The arm touched by Song Chaoyang seemed to be crawled over by some disgusting thing, which made her wish to cut off that piece of skin!

Song Chaoyang looked at Jiang Cuocuo who was trembling slightly.

She was extremely slender, but her face was heavily made up.

There was a kind of nervousness and defensiveness all over his body, and there was a look similar to hatred and panic in his big eyes.

It was just bumped, why was the reaction so strong?

Song Zhaoyang asked in a hoarse voice: "Girl, are you feeling unwell, do you want me to help you to rest?"

Saying that, Song Chaoyang stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly manner to help Jiang Cuocao.

"Do not touch me!"

Jiang Cuocuo subconsciously stretched out his legs and kicked Song Chaoyang to the ground!

And the high heels she was wearing, this kick made Song Zhaoyang's facial features wrinkled in pain!

"What do you want to do, a model? How dare you kick people!" Song Chaoyang's assistant ran over after hearing the sound.

"President Song, are you okay?" The assistant helped Song Chaoyang up.

Song Chaoyang endured the pain of being kicked in his thigh, and stood up.

Looking at the woman in front of him, he always felt something familiar, but he couldn't tell what it was for a while.

Just as he was about to ask her a few more questions, he saw Lu Kexin coming in from the door!

"What do you want!" Lu Kexin shouted coldly.

Seeing Lu Kexin, Jiang Cuocuo seemed to gain confidence in an instant, and she walked to Lu Kexin excitedly.

Lu Kexin glanced at the somewhat abnormal woman, and said indifferently to Song Chaoyang: "Is this what you call deep affection?"

"Shen Jiangcuo's body is not cold yet, you are here to touch a girl!"

When she first came in, she saw it all. Song Zhaoyang took the initiative to help the girl's arm!

Hearing Lu Kexin's words, Song Zhaoyang's thin and pale face also turned cold.

"Miss Lu, I don't care about you because you and Cuo'er used to be good friends!"

"I bumped into the girl just now, and I just helped her up politely, but why did I become the hands and feet of your mouth!"

"Bah! Scum!" Lu Kexin said mercilessly.

"What kind of gentleman do you want to pretend to be? There is no staff here. Don't you ask a lady to help her? If you insist on helping her yourself here, what are you doing?"

Song Zhaoyang was in a bad mood today, and Lu Kexin was always difficult, so he didn't want to continue to fight with Lu Kexin.

Then he said in a cold voice: "The clean is cleared by itself. Miss Lu, if you want to slander me like this one by one, don't blame me for being merciless!"

After finishing speaking, Song Chaoyang took a wrong look at Jiang, covered his chest and left with his assistant.

As soon as Song Chaoyang left, Jiang Cuocuo felt the nausea all over his body eased a lot.

She stroked her arm, stood up and said to Lu Kexin, "Kexin, thank you for saving me!"

The woman in front of her has heavy makeup and her head is slightly tilted.

As if seeing some long-lost old friend, his big eyes were amazingly bright, and his small face was also full of joy and excitement.

Shen Jiangcuo also likes to talk with his head tilted like this, his big eyes bent into crescent moons, proud and heartless.

Thinking of Shen Jiangcuo, Lu Kexin's heart was filled with disappointment, "Who are you, how do you know my name?"

I not only know your name, but also know a lot about you!

Jiang Cuocuo wanted to tell Lu Kexin immediately that she was Shen Jiangcuo, and cry with her again.

But if such a thing as rebirth is said rashly, Lu Kexin, who is an atheist, will only think that she is crazy.

If not, she might even suspect that she has other intentions.

Jiang Cuocuo had no choice but to find a reason, "My name is Jiang Cuocuo, and I'm your fan!"

"I sent you a lot of private messages on Weibo, why haven't you replied, did you not read the messages?"

"Why is Cuocuo the name of a bad street..."

Lu Kexin murmured and apologized, "I'm sorry, I've been a little busy recently, and Weibo is usually handled by an assistant."

Knowing that Lu Kexin was busy, Jiang took out his phone by mistake.

"Kexin, can I add a WeChat friend? Don't worry, I promise I won't harass you!"

An inexplicable woman offered to add WeChat, either a WeChat business or an advertisement.

Lu Kexin didn't even want to refuse, just opened his mouth, when he saw the woman's request, he suddenly froze.