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Song Huiyan rubbed her swollen head and looked out the window, it was already dark.

"What does the president need?"

Song Huiyan was taken aback, but she didn't expect that there were other people in the room.

I saw Zheng Taicheng standing respectfully in the corner, saw her raise her head, and asked two steps forward.

Song Huiyan felt a little embarrassed, blaming herself for being too serious about her work, and even forgot to tell him to go back first, and let him stay until now, so she shook her head and said, "I'm fine, you go back first."

Zheng Taicheng's eyes dimmed instantly, but soon he said with vitality: "By the way, the driver has sent Xinyan back just now. If the president wants to go back, you can take my car." Uneasy, "It's a bit... crude, if... if the president doesn't dislike it."

Originally I wanted to refuse, but seeing his expectant eyes, I nodded: "Okay."

"Then I'll ask the driver to clean the inside and outside of the car..." Zheng Taicheng's eyes lit up immediately.

"Don't bother, I don't have a cleanliness." Song Huiyan smiled, "If you don't mind, wait until I have some final materials to read."

"No, I don't mind."

Afterwards, Song Hye-yeon buried her head and continued to read the documents. From the corner of her eyes, she seemed to see Zheng Tae-sung secretly opened the door and walked out, took out her mobile phone and said something, but within a few seconds, she came back soon.

When she finished her work and walked to the school gate together with him, she was really blinded by the golden car in front of her. Su Zhi pointed to the bright yellow Bentley and said, "Your house is simple...it's this Standard? This car seemed to be the most eye-catching car at the International Auto Show a few days ago, and it was said that it was intercepted by a mysterious person, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Zheng Taicheng rubbed his head and said embarrassedly: "I don't usually go to school with this car, mine is indeed too crude, so I... this is my father's car, just now... I called the driver to change the car. "

Song Huiyan raised her eyebrows. It seems that this is not an ordinary upstart.

"President, let me open the door for you."

Song Hye-yeon walked in gracefully, ah... a steering wheel made of gold.

"My dad likes these golden things..." Zheng Taicheng followed her gaze and explained awkwardly.

"Well, I see."

"Hehe...but none of this compares to me getting into Shinhwa High School. My dad is always proud of sending me into Shinhwa High School. He always says that he has a very good face now, and when he goes out, his feet are full of wind." Yes, don't mention how envious his friends are."

Seeing Song Huiyan propping her head with one hand, tilting her head, and listening to him with a smile on her face, he couldn't help but blushed, and said dully: "If it wasn't for the president, maybe I would have been forced to drop out of school now."

"How did you offend Li Can?"

"When I transferred to Shinhwa on the first day, I went to the restaurant for dinner. I didn't know that it was his exclusive seat. I sat at his table. Later..." Zheng Taicheng smiled awkwardly.

"He is not a bad person, but he is spoiled and a little childish. We will work together in the future, and I hope you will not be dissatisfied with him because of the previous things."

"No, no." Zheng Taicheng waved his hands again and again, "How could it be, we get along well with him."

"Well, that's good." Song Huiyan stopped talking.

Seeing that the president gradually closed his eyes, Zheng Taicheng didn't dare to speak anymore. Seeing that she seemed to be asleep, he picked up a blanket from his side and covered it gently, but he didn't know that his hands hadn't touched her. At the corner of the clothes, someone grabbed the wrist with one hand, and the arm was twisted backwards and pushed to the corner of the car seat.

"Will... President..."

Song Huiyan looked at the blanket that fell on the ground with sharp eyes, and then she relaxed a little, and let go of her hand: "Don't do such meaningless things in the future."

"Oh, oh." Zheng Taicheng shook his painfully twisted arm, thinking that the chairman's vigilance is quite high, and he will not dare to make any claims in the future.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Song Hye-yeon picked it up.

"Huh? Chairman Cui returned the check?"

"Well, forget it, whatever he wants."

"What? Give me a chance to compete more with his son?" Song Huiyan smiled unkindly. Such a competitive dad at Cui Yingdao's booth... fell into the fire pit directly.

When Cui Yingdao rushed home, he saw the person who should not be in the house at this time, sighed inwardly, hid his face on the right side, trying to get away with it, rushed upstairs first, and just stepped on the front foot stairs.

"come over."

Cui Yingdao took a deep breath and wanted to ignore it.

"I asked you to come over, do you still need me to remind you four times?" Cui Dongxu raised his voice.

Cui Yingdao walked over resignedly.

"Looked up."

Cui Yingdao raised his head reluctantly, obviously seeing the shock in his father's eyes, he knew it would be like this, it was really embarrassing.

Cui Dongxu suddenly got up from his seat, walked in front of him, and suddenly reached out and slapped him across the face.

Cui Yingdao covered his face with one hand and looked at him in disbelief.

"It's fine if you lose to me alone, can't you even win against a woman now? Cui Yingdao, are you a soft-footed shrimp?" Cui Dongxu loosened his collar and said, "You know that the assistant president of Rixin Construction today took How do I feel when I write a check to pay for my son's medical bills?"

Cui Yingdao bit her lip, damn girl!Are you laughing at me? !

"You're still not convinced, are you? Since you're not convinced, win it back!"

"I have already returned the check, and please tell the assistant president of Rixin Construction to the third lady of the Song family. If you have the opportunity, you very much hope to have more discussions with Song Huiyan. Just treat it as exercise."

Cui Yingdao's eyes widened, covering the dark circles under his eyes that hadn't faded away, and the red and swollen corners of his mouth, with an unbelievable expression: You're playing with me, aren't you? !

Although I really want revenge, please can you think of a practical way.Is this revenge?This is looking for abuse!