The cultural relics I dug she cheated + extra

Wen Tan heard some clues: "Pressed, right?"

"Yeah." An Lingshan looked helpless, "The Zhuo family's background, they are involved in gangsters... This time someone told the news before the police came, but it is true that a lot of drugs were transported. I want to post this report Come out? It's too difficult."

Wen Tan knew it, and the appearance of Zhuo Hui at that time appeared in her mind, and she shuddered.

So is the Zhuo family meddling in the antique business, or are they using the name of antiques to cover up drug trafficking?Or maybe they want to have both...

Too greedy.

"Where's the Song family?" Wen Tan suddenly asked, An Lingshan's occupation has more exposure to these things than herself, so maybe she knows something.

She didn't know what she was expecting in her heart, and she was afraid that the answer would not be what she expected.

An Lingshan took a big sip of wine, the reporter's keenness reminded her of the woman who came to pick up Wen Tan last time, she could tell at a glance that she was either rich or noble.

"Song Manqing is from the Song family?" she asked.

Wen Tan didn't fall for her tricks: "You answer my question first before you talk to me, otherwise we won't talk about it."

"It's no secret that the Song Zhuo family is secretly competing for the position of the boss of Qinzhou City...Although the Song family is rising now, do you know why Song Chen hasn't taken over the Zhuo family's dominance?" An Lingshan looked at Wen Tan slowly shook his head.

"It's true that the Song family has a share in various casinos, clubs, and sensual venues, but they have never touched the drug business. More often, they will use these resources to develop various contacts and maintain a stable A trace of complexity appeared on An Lingshan's face, "...I also heard people say that there seems to be someone behind Song Chen, who is quite powerful, and the Song family is really in charge."

It's her, Song Manqing.

Wen Tan calmed down: "Go on."

A stern look appeared in An Lingshan's eyes, "But the Zhuo family is different. They don't say anything. The drug business is very, very large, and they control the channels in Qinzhou City. We all know this in the industry. What's the use of knowing it?" ? You don't think Zhuo Hui is a woman, but who dares to provoke her?"

She thought about it, and then said: "It's true that there is no evil. Compared with the Zhuo family, I can really say that the Song family is still principled."

Wen Tan smiled: "If you are a reporter, you say that, so the Song family is quite popular."

"Yes! This is true, don't talk about these unhappy things, how are you and that Song Manqing?" After An Lingshan complained, the sullen mood in her heart had turned from cloudy to clear, and she began to gossip about Wen Tan. .

Wen Tan's phone was still silent, she took it out of her pocket and placed it on the table to look at it for a few seconds, then turned on the screen and locked it, then continued to turn it on, repeated several times, then sighed distressedly, and answered the wrong question: " If you want to meet someone for work, it’s not considered as self-seeking, right?”

An Lingshan didn't know what she was talking about, she thought about it and then smiled: "You've got it, now you want to see Song Manqing and make excuses? Sister help you, come on, you drink this bottle of wine, I'll give it to you right away You call her and say you're drunk and I can't pull you back."

"We're all adults, can you keep your focus?" Wen Tan was speechless, "Besides, I didn't say I wanted to see her."

"Tan Tan, what are you thinking right now?" An Lingshan suddenly put away her joking expression, and said to her seriously, "If Song Manqing is really from the Song family, then I advise you... stay away from her You know, we are just ordinary people, if we get involved in the struggle of big families, it will be too difficult for us to be alone."

"Of course." An Lingshan suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled again, "I hope you will be happier and ask yourself seriously, what exactly do you want and what do you want to do? You have spent too much time on that matter in the past three years .”

Wen Tan suddenly took the wine glass in front of An Lingshan, gulped down two gulps, smiled in An Lingshan's shocked eyes, and slowly stroked the birthmark behind her ear with her finger, saying: "An An, I found her."

***

Song Manqing was outside the Malatang shop, and immediately saw Wen Tan who was sitting inside smiling and chatting with An Lingshan.She looked very happy, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of joy, she didn't know what she whispered to An Lingshan, she patted her friend's arm, and laughed happily again.

Song Manqing was just watching from the outside, with a soft smile on her lips involuntarily.

She was born in Jiangmen's family, and later her parents died in battle, so she shouldered the heavy responsibility very early.After more than ten years of training on the battlefield, Song Manqing seems to have never experienced the joy of talking heartfelt words between girls.After coming to the modern age, Song Manqing knew that she had a heavy responsibility and never let go, and the surrounding environment was tense.

She seemed to have never seen such a dazzling smile, but it was very gentle, invading her heart bit by bit.

At this moment, Song Manqing was thinking, even without the empress' entrustment, she would still be willing to protect Wen Tan's smile.

Not long after, Wen Tan and An Lingshan came out supporting each other.The moment he saw Song Manqing, Wen Tan trotted a few steps up to Song Manqing, and laughed embarrassedly: "I'm sorry...I called you out so late because I want to ask you something."

An Lingshan winked at the side, giggling and said: "\0\0 Comrade Song Manqing, Comrade Wen Tan will hand it over to you! She is drunk, take her home."

She simply grabbed Wen Tan's hand, and bravely supported Song Manqing's, put their hands together, and said with satisfaction: "The handover ceremony is complete."

After doing this, she hurriedly took a taxi, jumped in and left.

Wen Tan placed his palm on Song Manqing's, palm down.Although the skin on Song Manqing's palm was soft and moist, there were thin calluses on her fingertips.Wen Tan couldn't help thinking of the scar on Song Manqing's back that she saw in her dream, it was so shocking.

She must have suffered a lot.

"I..." Wen Tan's thoughts went away all of a sudden, and he even forgot to take back his hand.Only when she realized that Song Manqing's heavy eyes had fallen on the hands of the two of them did Wen Tan suddenly wake up and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Song Manqing had already raised her palm slightly and grabbed her.

Song Manqing's hands trembled slightly, or maybe not, it was her own hands that trembled.Wen Tan could feel the touch of Song Manqing's thin calluses pressing against her skin and the slight itchiness when it slid across her palm.

In just a moment, Song Manqing put down her hands as if nothing had happened, and said softly, "Your hands are very cold."

She opened the car door and said calmly, "Get in the car, I'll take you home."

Wen Tan looked at Song Manqing, motionless.

If Song Manqing's ears were not red, this statement would still be somewhat convincing.

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Chapter 16

The night quickly passed by the car window, Wen Tan kept turning his head to look outside, Song Manqing didn't look sideways, and seemed to be concentrating on driving.

The two fell into a strange silence.

Wen Tan has now forgotten what her purpose for calling Song Manqing is, her mind seems to be blank, and she seems to have everything.If she could turn her head and look at Song Manqing carefully, she could see that the redness of her ears hadn't disappeared.

Evidently it was the same emotional distress.

When they got downstairs, the two of them hadn't spoken a word until Song Manqing stopped the car steadily.Wen Tan's words twirled between his tongue and teeth, but he didn't speak them out.

But she didn't get out of the car either. During the hesitation, she didn't realize that her hands were tangled together and her fingers were intertwined, until Song Manqing finally couldn't see it and reminded her: "Don't pinch your hands."

Wen Tan: "Huh?"

Seeing that she was still clutching her hand, Song Manqing leaned over and gently grabbed her, "I said you..."

Before he finished speaking, a happy smile appeared on Wen Tan's face, following Song Manqing's movements, he held her hand, and said in a natural tone, "Your hands are so cold."

Wen Tan narrowed her eyes and leaned lazily on the seat.His thick jet-black hair was loosely tied into a bun at the back with a hairpin, and his eyebrows were picturesque.She is wearing a wine-red square-neck French dress today, with her delicate collarbone and fair skin. Coupled with her current expression, it is a particularly pleasing picture.

One of her hands was already resting on the seat beside her, and the other was slender, slender, and tightly clasped with Song Manqing's with a very clear purpose.

"Why is it still so cold?" Wen Tan said softly, raising her eyes, "General Song...don't be nervous."

Song Manqing frowned, subconsciously replied: "I'm not nervous."

"Really?" Wen Tan laughed, "What about this?"

Her warm fingertips began to caress Song Manqing's fingertips and that small callus little by little.