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Song Hengjue was also dumbfounded, mentally flipping up the table crazily.

green tea! This was not the loud voice she spoke to him just now!

Yang Qingheng turned around and saw Song Hengjue's murderous eyes, which frightened Zhao Yan so much that she almost stabbed her in her arms. Thinking of what happened to her sister just now, she felt a little angry: "Song Hengjue, what kind of look are you looking at!"

Song Hengjue couldn't believe that Yang Qingheng could actually turn his elbows outward. When he saw Zhao Yan's proud eyes buried in Yang Qingheng's arms, his lungs were about to explode. He had no choice but to say: "It's nothing."

Just as he was about to get on the bus, Song Hengjue was ready to rush forward to grab the seat next to Yang Qingheng.

He has quick eyes and quick hands, and his movements are so quick that he really managed to snatch it away.

Song Hengjue was proud and raised his chin to Zhao Yan beside him.

Little green tea, let her know what is ginger or old and spicy!

Yang Qingheng didn't notice the undercurrent between the two of them, and took advantage of the situation to sit up.

There was only one seat left, so Zhao Yan had no choice but to sit in the front.

But how could she be willing to do so? Her eyes moved slightly and she tugged on Yang Qingheng's sleeve: "Sister, can I sit next to you? I... I'm afraid..."

What are you afraid of? Naturally, you are afraid of men.

Having just experienced something like this, it is normal to be afraid.

Yang Qingheng understood, hesitated for a few seconds, and kicked Song Hengjue's calf: "Sit in front."

"Why!" Song Hengjue's face turned dark. He was about to give up the position he had just grabbed to that woman. Where was the logic? He pursed his lips and grabbed Yang Qingheng to reason with her.

But Yang Qingheng didn't even look at him: "Why, why do you have to compete with others for this position now when you want to sit in the back and you can't?"

Look how scared people are.

When Yang Qingheng saw Zhao Yan saying that she didn't have to go, she felt a little guilty in her heart.

She was the one who invited people to dinner in the first place, so it would be very disrespectful to abandon them halfway.

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth and glared at the woman fiercely. Knowing that Yang Qingheng had been bewitched by this woman, he did not dare to touch her brow and went to the front honestly.

After finishing the meal, the two of them took Zhao Yan back to the building together.

"Sister, call me." Zhao Yan raised the business card in her hand with eager eyes.

Song Hengjue's teeth were sore at the sight, and he wished he could pull off her foxy face and let Yang Qingheng see her true face.

Seeing the woman finally leaving, I breathed a subtle sigh of relief. Before I could say a word to Yang Qingheng, the phone in my pocket rang.

A series of numbers looked unfamiliar, so I picked them up easily.

"I don't care about this matter. Miss Qiao, you can talk to Jingjing yourself." After hearing what was said, Song Hengjue just said one sentence and hung up the phone with a calm face.

When Yang Qingheng heard the familiar surname, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Qiao Xihe? What does she want from you?"

"They said they wanted to hold a banquet in my hotel, but I refused. That woman hurt you so much, how could I let her hold a banquet on my property." Song Hengjue snorted coldly and gently rested his chin on the crook of her neck. , please praise.

Song Hengjue did not expect that the woman not only did not praise him, but instead asked: "Why don't you agree? Isn't your hotel in need of a good start?"

She knew that Song Hengjue had recently opened a hotel. Because it was a new hotel and not well-known, there had been no big banquets. If Qiao Xihe's banquet could be held in his hotel, it would undoubtedly be a good way to increase his reputation.

It is estimated that the woman came to approach Song Hengjue with this idea in mind.

"I don't make any money. What's the point of holding money that will make you unhappy?" Song Hengjue promised.

Yang Qingheng laughed, and her soft fingertips penetrated his hard stubble: "Why is money so boring?"

"Huh? Do you really want her to hold a banquet in my hotel?" Song Hengjue was weird.

"Watching a show is more interesting if you watch it on your own territory." Yang Qingheng laughed.

Song Hengjue only had a moment to think of the big gift that Yang Qingheng said he would give her at Qiao Xihe's birthday party, and his eyes lit up: "I will listen to you."

According to her intention, she was going to participate in the monkey show. Song Hengjue was a little excited: "Do you have a dress? Can I give you one?"

Thinking of the dress he had saved, he couldn't wait to let Yang Qingheng wear it to see the effect.

Yang Qingheng gave him a strange look and pushed his head away coldly: "I don't know if Tang Bainian is going yet. If he goes, I will definitely go with him. Naturally, I will order the dress together."

Song Hengjue suddenly felt like a deflated balloon, lying on the car window next to him in despair.

the other side.

Qiao Xihe had just been rejected by Song Hengjue. Unexpectedly, she received a call from Song Hengjue's subordinate only an hour later. She thought Song Hengjue had accepted her gift and was pacing the room happily.

He immediately called Pan Zhen: "Uncle?"

Pan Zhen's heart skipped a beat when he heard his niece's gentle tone.

Sure enough, less than three seconds later, Qiao Xihe's voice came from over there: "I'm going to have a birthday party in a few days. Please lend me some money, uncle."

She must host this banquet with splendor!

Qiao Xihe felt itching with hatred when she thought of the banquet she held for her father before and was overshadowed by Yang Qingheng.

Pan Zhen scolded a few words silently, but his reply was respectful: "Xihe, it's not that my uncle won't help you, it's not that my uncle's capital turnover is very convenient during this period. You see..."