Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Zhong Ying was upset, and said that I was trying to help you find a way, so why did I scold you.

Song Yang said, indeed, selling the ring would allow him to start the project.But the ring had been given to her, and that was hers.

How can I get back the things I gave away?

He didn't come here today to ask for a ring, but to ask her for help. If he is willing to invest in that movie, that's of course his wish.

Zhong Ying said: "I took your ring away because I didn't want you to think about others. I'm not that greedy. If I like it, I can buy it myself."

"You don't need to talk about the ring. If I give it to you, I won't take it back."

Zhong Ying saw that he was so serious, so she had to reason with him patiently, you see, it is for your marriage proposal, and I am not going to marry you, so why am I holding that ring?

He was silent for two seconds, "Didn't we say before that when you are 40 years old, you are not married, I am not married, and we will be together. Then you will treat me as an early proposal to you."

A long time ago, the two of them were joking after drinking too much, and they did say such a sentence.

If this guy doesn't mention it, she will forget it.

Zhong Ying laughed angrily at him, picked up a sofa pillow next to him and threw it at him: "How do you know I'm still not married at the age of 40!"

"If you think about it, of course you don't have to worry about getting married. The question is, do you want to marry?"

This is not true.

Zhong Ying said jokingly, "I won't marry you either."

"I'm not good enough for Miss Zhong?"

Zhong Ying squinted her eyes and looked at him: "It's pretty, it's worthy..."

"but?"

"However, even if we are married, we are the same as now. You are busy with your work, and I am busy with mine. I can't sleep a few times throughout the year, so why bother?"

He was finally amused by her: "Is marriage just for sleeping?"

"Then why not? I don't need another person to do things that one person can do, but I can't do it alone when I sleep. I'm afraid of getting sick if I find a man casually."

Maybe it was because her words were too unrestrained, which shocked Song Yang. He didn't continue to bicker with her, but just looked at her, not knowing what he was thinking.

She shrank back and hugged a pillow, "Don't criticize me morally, I know my views on marriage are not right, but I don't endanger the society, and I don't bully others, I'm right!"

He looked at her with a smile: "Others are sick when they are sick, how can you say that."

Zhong Ying was taken aback for a moment, and she suddenly realized that she hadn't talked so much with anyone except for a meeting for a long time, and her nose suddenly became sore.

It seems that there is one more advantage of getting married, that is, when you are alone, you can have someone to talk to.

"I don't blame you, why are your eyes red..."

Song Yang took out a tissue and handed it to her, seeming a little nervous.

She took the tissue and dabbed the corners of her eyes, "I suddenly felt that if I was poor, I would have money left over, and I don't even have anyone to talk to..."

Song Yang handed her another tissue: "How about you give me a capital injection, and I will talk to you every day?"

His expression was serious and beating.

Zhong Ying couldn't help laughing: "It's a beautiful idea. You bring the script tomorrow. I think it has investment value, so I will vote for you."

She is a businessman.

The kind that doesn't get up early.

It was getting late, and Zhong Ying was still sick, and everything that should be discussed was settled, so Song Yang stopped disturbing her, put a pot of hot water on her bedside, and was about to leave.

He will ask his assistant to send the script to Zhong Ying's mailbox early tomorrow morning.

Zhong Ying escorted him to the elevator entrance, watched him enter the elevator, and felt sad when he thought of lying on the bed alone and staring at the ceiling boredly.

Finally, before the elevator doors closed, he pressed the elevator button.

"Is there anything else?" Song Yang asked her standing in the elevator.

His voice is clean and magnetic, his eyes are deep and gentle, and he is tall and big, just looking at him makes people feel at ease.

Zhong Ying didn't want him to go.

"Are you flying back tonight?"

As for where he flew, she didn't know, but he didn't have a home in Jiangcheng, and if he had nothing to do, he definitely wouldn't stay here.

He laughed at himself: "I didn't get Miss Zhong's investment, where should I go?"

"Then you tonight..."

"The hotel is just across from your house. When you wake up tomorrow and receive the script, I'll come find you again."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ying immediately said: "Then you can live with me directly, there are many vacant rooms, and I can have breakfast with you tomorrow morning."

Song Yang can cook, which is better than her.

The rice she cooks... can only be called cooked.

"If you don't mind... of course that's fine."

"Then take a look and see which one you want to live in."

Zhong Ying stepped aside from the elevator, and Song Yang walked out naturally.

"Just the one opposite you. If you feel uncomfortable at night, just call me, and I can take care of you."

"it is good."

She took Song Yang to the suite opposite her room, perhaps because she was in a better mood, her steps were lighter, and her head didn't hurt so much.

She told Song Yang that her second brother had lived in this room for a few days, and the bedding and everything were new, and they had been dried and washed by the part-time worker recently, so they can be used with confidence.

Seeing that he didn't take any luggage, he probably didn't bring daily necessities.

So she brought him another set of her own unopened daily necessities, slippers, bath towels, etc. also gave him new ones.

After explaining everything clearly, Song Yang hung up the windbreaker, took off the watch and put it on the bedside, and while unbuttoning the cuff buttons of his shirt, he said to her: "Go back to sleep quickly and leave me alone, isn't it still burning? "

She looked at the big man in front of her who was about to take off his clothes and go to take a bath, and was in a daze. Except for her two brothers, she didn't seem to have stayed with other men...

This guy is the first!

"Why are you in a daze? Are you stupid?"

As Song Yang said, he stretched out his hand towards her, put the back of his hand on her forehead, and tested her temperature.

She stood in front of him wearing flat shoes, her head was a little short, and with his forehead pressed like this, she suddenly felt very weak.

She rarely feels weak.

She is strong inside, and her external temperament is also domineering. People around her say that her aura is too strong, and no man dares to approach her within three meters.

Even the male assistant who has been with her for several years said that when she sees a call from her now, her heart beats twice nervously.

And at the banquet hall, the number of people who dared to invite her to dance could be counted on one hand.

So she always takes the initiative...

They all said that they couldn't afford it, and they were afraid of being rejected too badly, so they didn't dare to invite her to dance, let alone pursue her.

Gu Hanye did jump with her once, but that guy was far away from her, and a third person could stand between them.

Even her two elder brothers don't easily provoke her.

Why is Song Yang not afraid of her at all?

Thinking about it now, this guy is really brave.

He dared to hate her, dare to ridicule her, dare to tear her skirt, dare to eat in her room, dare to say that he would marry her when he was 40 years old...

How dare you touch her head!

You know, when other men accidentally touched her hand, they were so frightened that they quickly apologized.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

He withdrew his hand, "When I was performing in front of thousands of people, you were still sitting on a small bench and memorizing the nine-nine multiplication table. I'm afraid what are you doing?"