Chuanshu: I want to get divorced every day

Song Wang didn't have a suitable means of transportation. The place where Ye Linghan lived was too remote, and he couldn't find an online car-hailing car for a while.After much deliberation, the fastest and most convenient way to get to the Yelinghan Company Building is the subway, two stops on Line [-], two stops on the light rail, and a one-kilometer walk.

It doesn't look very far either.There is just no direct route.

Song Wang tidied up briefly, and carefully put the file bag into the backpack.Ye Linghan's things should be very precious, if something happens, Song Wang can't afford it.

Song Wang hasn't figured out how to return the gift from "Twins".

Touching the little fish on his chest through the sweater, Song Wang sighed, the joy of receiving the gift mixed with the entanglement of thinking about returning the gift is really a complicated feeling.

Song Wangbi successfully touched the downstairs of Yelinghan's company by looking at the map.

The whole office building belongs to Ye's Group, the windows are bright and clean, and people can be vaguely seen swaying inside, walking back and forth in a hurry.

Song Wang has never been exposed to such a tense and serious workplace environment. He followed others into the revolving door with a file bag in his arms, and then watched them swipe their cards to enter the second door, but he was stopped at the door because he did not have a magnetic card. outside.

The security guard at the door noticed Song Wang's situation and leaned over.

Song Wang quickly followed the revolving door and slipped out before the security guy called him.

Hid aside and sent a message to the nightclub: "I'm here, but I can't get in!"

Ye Linghan quickly replied to his message this time: "Where is it? I'll ask the secretary to pick you up."

Song Wang replied, "Outside the gate."

"Go in and wait."

The nightclub answered his three words and there was no more movement, probably because he was busy with something and couldn't pull his hands away.

Song Wang hesitated for a moment. It was really cold outside in the twelfth lunar month of winter. He didn’t feel it when he walked. Once he stopped, he would find that no matter how thick the clothes were, it was useless. The tiny bit of hot air on his body dissipated completely as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head.

His legs and feet were numb from the cold after standing outside for a long time. Song Wang stomped on the spot twice, but couldn't bear it anymore and followed the revolving door into the building.

He lowered his head and buried the lower half of his face in the scarf, concealing his aura of incompatibility with the social animals hurrying around.

"Do you need any help?" The security guy came over and asked caringly.

Song Wang may not have a clear understanding of his current appearance, subconsciously he still feels that he is a northern man with a height of 1.8 meters in his previous life.But in the eyes of others, the youth looks very young, and the deer's eyes are wet, no matter how you look at it, you are a teenager who has not experienced much in the world.

When someone spoke to him, he couldn't help but make a gentle voice, as if he was afraid of scaring him.

Song Wang didn't know that he had aroused the inexplicable protective desire of the security brother, but he just pursed his lips, the lip line was drawn into a straight line, and he shook his head coldly and said, "Thank you, no need. I'll wait people."

The security guy wanted to say something more, when he saw Zheng Di, the most powerful secretary beside Ye Linghan, walking quickly on high heels.

"Mr. Song has been waiting for a long time." Ye Linghan showed Zheng Di the photo of the young man in advance, and there was only such a person standing there blankly at the door, which was very easy to identify.

Song Wang bowed slightly to say hello to the secretary, and was taken up the elevator dedicated to the president.

The security guard and the young lady at the front desk were stunned: Zheng Di can come to pick up people in person, what is the origin of this cute young brother?Could it be the son of some family?

After work, everyone was gossiping or discussing in social software groups.

The person involved, Song Wang, knew nothing about it. At this moment, he was taken to a lounge, which was empty.

Zheng Di made a cup of Dahongpao for him, and explained: "There is a small meeting at the nightclub that needs to be resolved. Please Mr. Song wait here. If you have any questions, you can go to the next door to find me at any time."

Zheng Di pointed to the room next door and said, then backed out.

Song Wang put the document bag by his legs, and took off the tightly wrapped scarf and hat.The heating in Yelinghan's company building was fully turned on, Song Wang was shivering from the cold just now, and now a thin layer of sweat was breaking out on his back.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, the taste is sweet and smooth, without any bitter feeling, and the aftertaste is obvious.Even though Song Wang didn't know how to drink tea, he knew it was good tea.

Ye Linghan came to look for him after the meeting, and when he pushed the door open, he saw the young man drinking tea with a cup in his hands, his eyes half-closed like a fox cub.

The down jacket was taken off by the young man, neatly folded and put aside, with the hat and scarf on top.The young man is wearing an off-white fleece sweater today, with a pair of overalls underneath.Full of youthfulness, he looks like a kid who just graduated from high school.

Ye Linghan stared blankly, recovered his senses, coughed, and asked with a straight face, "Where's the document?"

Song Wang heard the sound and looked over. He didn't understand why the nightclub looked unhappy again. Could it be that the meeting just now didn't go well?

That Song Wang didn't dare to touch the bad luck of their nightclub, so he quickly handed over the document.Unexpectedly, Ye Linghan, who was in a hurry to ask for it on the phone just now, didn't even look at the document, but just looked Song Wang up and down, and said, "Come with me."

There is a piano in the living room, and a girl in a white gauze skirt is sitting beside the piano. The gauze skirt is a tube top style, and the girl in winter actually only wears a dress.

Song Wang felt shivering while looking at it, even though the room was well heated, Song Wang was still cold for her.

In addition to the girl, there was a middle-aged man with a beer belly, standing by the piano and talking to the girl, when he saw Ye Linghan come in, the little peas who hid behind the glasses lit up with a "ding".

Then he saw Song Wang following behind, his expression froze and became a little strange.But he still warmly greeted him, and offered to extend his right hand: "It's really not easy to meet you in a nightclub."

Yeling nodded coldly at him: "Hello, Mr. Yang."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yang withdrew his hand in embarrassment, pointed to the girl and said, "Qianqian's piano is really good, don't believe me, listen to it before you decide?"

The girl looked at Ye Linghan expectantly, her cheeks were slightly red.

Ye Linghan turned a blind eye to the girl's sneaky glances, but secretly glanced at the young man hiding behind him playing with the phone and said, "Play it."

Song Wang didn't understand why Ye Linghan insisted on bringing him here on such an occasion, he was obviously here to deliver a document and leave.

The song is over.Song Wang finally found out that Ye Linghan was always staring at him secretly, a little confused, so he cowardly put away his phone.

Mr. Yang who was beside him asked flatteringly, "How is it?"

Ye Linghan groaned, and said, "Not bad."

After speaking, he looked at Song Wang again.

Song Wang didn't understand what their nightclub was going to do, so let him comment?

So Song Wangzui said faster than his brain: "Li Si Te's "Dream of Love", No. 15 bar played three wrong notes, and the left hand introduced a little jerky when starting the hand. Not enough, and there is still room for improvement.”

Ye Linghan narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "Do you still know how to play the piano?"

It's over!Does he understand?Should I understand?

"0395 help! Do I understand?" Song Wang took a deep breath to delay the time, calling 0395 frantically in his mind.

0395 quickly said: "Understood, Song Wang once learned some piano."

So, Song Wang said modestly: "I understand a little bit."

It's so risky, there was almost a big problem.

The corners of the girl on the piano chair were smug, and Mr. Yang's face was not very good-looking: "Who is this?"

Ye Linghan evaded and didn't answer, he was about to stand in the cold. Song Wang didn't know if the nightclub wanted to expose the relationship between the two of them, so he said to be on the safe side: "Friend. I'm a kid in the nightclub."

Mr. Yang looked at the rings of the same style on the ring fingers of the two people, and felt that his IQ was being rubbed against the ground.

The smile on Mr. Yang's face couldn't hold back any longer, and he asked, "Then what's the name?"

Seeing that Ye Linghan still didn't intend to speak, Song Wang had no choice but to say, "My surname is Song."

"Oh, Mr. Song." Mr. Yang nodded and said, "Mr. Song knows the piano very well?"

Song Wang waved his hand and said, "I understand a little bit."

The girl couldn't bear it any longer, and said in a hurry: "You say I can't play well, then you can play."

Song Wang glanced at Ye Linghan, and as expected, their eyebrows in the nightclub were slightly gathered together, and they seemed to be frowning again. Why did this girl feel inappropriate when she spoke.

Song Wang smirked and said, "Don't dare, I really only understand a little bit."

The girl frowned and slapped the piano and stood up: "Then you..."

"Enough!" Ye Linghan finally uttered a voice, and scolded.It really scares people.He said to Mr. Yang with a cold face: "You must know your daughter's level. Please go back."

Mr. Yang still wanted to fight for something, Ye Linghan really had no patience to listen, and raised his voice to call Zheng Di over to see the guests off.

The living room fell silent.

Ye Linghan looked at the piano and said, "Have you ever learned it? Play a piece?"

Song Wang was still immersed in his hypocritical and polite persona, waved his hand and said, "I understand a little bit."

"bomb."

"Okay." Song Wang went to sit in front of the piano.

The young man took a deep breath, and the smooth and melodious tune flowed out from his fingertips, which was extremely smooth and comfortable.Ye Linghan actually doesn't know the rhythm very well, but from the perspective of hearing, the young man's level seems to be better than Yang Qianqian's.As for where this section is strong, the nightclub can't say two, three, four, five, six.

The sun poured down and fell on the beautiful profile of the young man. Song Wang closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, his fingertips jumping on the black and white keys.The small living room is like a star-studded stage, like a resplendent art hall.The confident appearance overlapped with Ye Linghan's appearance when the youth played games every night in Ye Linghan's memory.

This is a slightly cheerful and playful song, gentle and clear.

It seems that there is another soul manipulating this body, which is incompatible with Song Wang in Ling Han's memory on the eve of the wedding.

[The author has something to say: Because of my personal reasons, today's update has been advanced to twelve o'clock noon, and tomorrow will still be eight o'clock late]