Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Fu Liang's hands trembled immediately after hearing his voice.

His intern position in the company is assistant to the general manager, helping to print and sort out materials, arrange schedules, serve coffee and pour water, etc. In short, he has a sense of being a down-and-out boss.

When he heard Song Jingyuan's voice, he was making coffee in the tea room. Song Jingyuan skillfully locked the glass door when he came in, and his nerves suddenly tensed.

"Why are you here?"

Fu Liang asked indifferently, his eyes only stayed on his face for a second.

Song Jingyuan's heart sank, and he approached him with his hands in his pockets, with a gentle smile on his lips as always: "I heard that brother, you are an intern in my father's company, so I volunteered to follow you..."

After he hesitated to speak, the tip of his tongue casually licked the backs of his teeth, his smile was incomprehensible.

Fu Liang quietly waited for the coffee to be brewed. Part of the reason why he agreed to come to Song's father's company for an internship was because Song Jingyuan would not mess around in his father's company. Now it seems... It seems that he underestimated Song Jingyuan's ability again.

Song Jingyuan dared to force him in his territory, how could he not dare to mess around in his father's company?

Too bad, too bad.

Song Jingyuan walked up to Fu Liang, got very close to him, and said: "My dad actually doesn't agree with me coming, so he hasn't arranged a job for me now, so let me take a look first, and find a job for me, brother, Make coffee? I can help you."

His last sentence was extremely low in his voice, and he touched Fu Liang's right hand with his right hand, and Fu Liang's right hand was about to pour coffee.

Fu Liang withdrew his hand in shock, Song Jingyuan's right hand had to land on the coffee machine, and helped Fu Liang fill a cup of coffee as he said.

"Thank you."

Fu Liang tried his best to keep calm, and when he was about to take away the cup of coffee, Song Jingyuan immediately took advantage of the movement of pushing his hand away, and then grabbed his wrist, and boldly stuck to his back, blocking Fu Liang. Between the coffee table and his body.

This posture is the same as that night... Fu Liang's mind was inadvertently filled with thoughts.

"Brother, after that night, you didn't come to the hospital to see me... Are you hating me? Hate me for taking away your first time?" Song Jingyuan's lips gently held his earlobe, and his voice was charming. .

Fu Liang gritted his teeth, turned around and pushed him away abruptly, this time was different from that night, this time he was not drugged, he was alive and well, Song Jingyuan couldn't hold him down at all.

"Anyway, in Uncle Song's company, you should restrain your nature." Fu Liang raised his hand to straighten his bow tie, and looked at him pretending to be a little impatient.

Song Jingyuan didn't care about being pushed away by him, put his hands in his pockets and licked his lips, staring at him with bright eyes: "Brother, you look so good in a suit."

Fu Liang choked on him: "Thank you."

He deliberately staggered Song Jingyuan's admiring eyes, and was about to leave with his coffee, but he was stopped by Song Jingyuan's body after taking two steps.

Song Jingyuan's tone was pitiful again: "Brother, don't you worry about me these days?"

Fu Liang had no choice but to look at him, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "I asked Uncle Song about you."

Song Jingyuan's lips finally showed a sincere smile: "Brother, you still care about me."

"Then can you let me go now?" Fu Liang gritted his teeth and asked.

Song Jingyuan tilted his head obediently, and turned to let Fu Liang leave.

Fu Liang was actually a little flattered, the second half of the sentence "If you don't get out of the way, I'll pour coffee on you" in his throat hasn't happened yet...

Song Jingyuan continued to bend his eyes and smile, it was inconvenient for him to look at it for too long, it was easy to get stuck, so he quickly left the tea room while Song Jingyuan was normal.

Song Jingyuan looked at his back and curled his lower lip proudly.

Fu Liang was drinking coffee slowly in the general manager's office. The general manager and the president were discussing a large cooperation with another group with an investment of hundreds of millions in the conference room. After he arranged the materials, he had nothing to do. boring.

Song Jingyuan thought that Fu Liang and his father were in the conference room, so he waited at the door. He simply wanted to be closer to Fu Liang.

"Master, your coffee." Papa Song's secretary brought a cup of coffee dignifiedly.

Song Jingyuan took it with one hand, tasted it twice before asking casually: "Young Master Fu is also in it, right?"

Miss Secretary Liu frowned slightly: "No, Young Master Fu is in the general manager's office."

Song Jingyuan's heart skipped a beat, when the door of the conference room was opened, and Dad Song and his partner walked out with a smile on their faces.

Song Jingyuan subconsciously turned and left, but his father stopped him before he could turn around.

Father Song: "Xiaojing."

Song Jingyuan stopped in time, pretended to be obedient and obedient, and shouted crisply: "Dad."

Father Song beckoned him over, then pointed to another middle-aged uncle in a suit and leather shoes and said, "This is Mr. Su, and the beautiful woman next to him is his daughter Su Yingying."

Su Yingying was wearing a small white suit and white stiletto heels with backless high heels, her slender figure was vividly set off.

She smiled sweetly at Song Jingyuan, and extended her right hand generously: "Hello."

"Hello."

Song Jingyuan also smiled and stretched out his right hand, but shook hands with Su Yingying within a second before letting go.

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Yingying's eyes: "..."

Fortunately she didn't mind.

Father Song actively introduced: "This is Song Jingyuan, the dog, one year younger than Miss Su, and just a freshman."

Su Yingying kept pursing her lips and smiling lightly at Song Jingyuan, her gaze was completely attracted by him.

The Song family's family banquet should not have a foreign surname of Fu Liang participating, but the Song family really does not treat him as an outsider, and Song Jingyuan likes to follow Fu Liang's ass since he was a child, and likes to cling to Fu Liang, so the family banquet is naturally indispensable.

There are some home-cooked dishes on the table, and the beige light from the European-style chandelier is like adding a gourmet filter to make the dishes more beautiful and delicious.

Mom picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for Song Jingyuan, and Song Jingyuan immediately picked up a piece for Fu Liang: "Brother, try it too."

Fu Liang: "Thank you."

After chatting briefly about the household chores, Father Song suddenly chewed and asked, "Xiaojing, what do you think of Miss Su?"

Fu Liang, who was sitting next to Song Jingyuan, obviously felt his body tremble.

Song Jingyuan lowered his eyes, and for the first time he was not well-behaved in front of his father and said: "It's not good."

"Uh..." Father Song was stunned for two seconds, and he didn't expect to get such a blunt answer, "But Miss Su likes you very much. I heard from President Su that Yingying fell in love with you at first sight."

Fu Liang could almost guess the development direction of the matter, he wanted to run away.

"Dad, I don't like her, and I don't need a girlfriend. You don't need to say any more." Song Jingyuan said in disobedience without raising his head, chewing the rice in his mouth as if nothing had happened.

Song's father's face was very ugly at this time, Song's mother hurriedly said to Xi Ni: "Don't talk about this at the dinner table, let's eat first."