forced compounding

Song Yihan felt a little nauseous, and walked out of the meeting room at a faster pace. Zhou Yang followed behind, not daring to touch him. Although he didn't know Fang Xiaoqin's background, he knew how to get the boss back to normal.

Zhou Yang secretly sent a text message to Shi Xu: Brother Shi, the world is in an emergency, call the boss if you are free!

Shi Xu didn't reply to his message, probably because he was busy, Zhou Yang led the stinky boss to change clothes, and said earnestly: "You can't shirk the reception tonight, they are all people who are not easy to offend, don't you What more needs to be said, as long as you save face."

"I know." Song Yihan was upset, and his temples hurt suddenly and suddenly.

It would be great if Shi Xu was here.

He had only been away for three days, and he felt like he was going to die.

Song Yihan doesn't want to admit that he is so hypocritical, but the fact is that he despises himself, no wonder Shi Xu always ignores him.

At the reception, all kinds of people were drinking wine, even though Song Yi had a cold face, there were still batches of people coming to him.

He was already low-pressure, and being annoyed like this gave him even more headaches, so he hurriedly found a free time to escape to a place where no one was there to catch his breath.

"I said let me go, don't you understand!"

Song Yihan heard the sound of men and women arguing, and thought that he was really unlucky, there were people wherever he went.

He stepped lightly and prepared to find another place, but he was suddenly discovered by someone.

"Mr. Song!"

He turned his head subconsciously, only to see a lovely and pitiful woman rushing towards him, holding his clothes tightly, as if the relationship between them was unusual.

Song Yihan was startled, and almost threw him out, only to hear the woman in his arms begging him in a low voice: "Mr. Song, help me first, and I will apologize to you later."

Before Song Yihan could open his mouth, the man watching them cuddling from a distance couldn't stay any longer. He finally found the one he liked, and he almost got it. How could he be willing to be snatched away by others.

"Why, you came to grab someone else because you couldn't find a partner?" The man's tone was bad, and he looked like the second generation ancestor of some family.

Song Yihan raised his eyebrows, and said: "Mr. Qin, your father was looking for you just now, you'd better go back to the venue first."

The expression of the person called "Xiao Qin Boss" changed, "My dad is here too... Forget it, I'll settle the score with you next time!"

After he finished speaking, he slipped back to the venue in a panic. Song Yihan waited for the man's figure to disappear completely, and immediately pushed the woman in his arms out, causing him to stagger.

"Mr. Song, why are you still so ignorant of pity and sympathy? You will be dumped sooner or later."

Feng Sisi patted her skirt complainingly, and met Song Yihan with puzzled eyes, as if asking her "who are you".

Feng Sisi twitched the corners of her mouth: "It seems that Mr. Song forgets things a lot, and we were caught by your lover at the same time, so forget it if you say so."

Song Yihan froze, as if struck by lightning.

Originally Song Yihan didn't want to spend more time with such a woman who appeared suddenly, but when he heard this sentence, the embarrassing past seemed to be reopened.

He asked, "When are you talking about?"

Feng Sisi fixed her makeup, and answered him casually: "Isn't it just seven years ago, even though I took the initiative that day, Mr. Song, you didn't refuse me."

"Tell me more clearly, what happened that night?"

Song Yihan's tone suddenly became more serious, almost scaring Feng Sisi away from the touch-up powder in Feng Sisi's hands. She put away her lazy and seductive look and asked Song Yihan nervously: "Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"

Why does Mr. Song look like... like... like he wants to take her under the knife!

"Don't be nervous, just answer my question."

Song Yihan pinched his own tiger's mouth to calm himself down, and after a few seconds, his expression finally became less ferocious.

Feng Sisi shuddered twice, and barely recalled: "That night..."

That night, she dressed up beautifully and went to the bar to play. When she was excited, the little sister next to her suddenly grabbed her and told her to look at the other end of the bar. There was a very handsome man standing there, talking to the people around him from time to time.

"See, is he handsome? I heard they call him Young Master Song, he often comes here to play, do you want to go up and try?"

Although Feng Sisi didn't express anything, she couldn't help but look over there twice, and said reservedly: "Such a good money, why don't you try it?"

Her friend was not reconciled, and patted her arm angrily and said: "We have tried it all, but what can we do if people are not interested, now you are left, should you go?"

Feng Sisi's eyes flashed, she gritted her teeth and drank the wine in the glass: "Go!"

After finishing speaking, she stepped on her high heels and walked towards the man. When she was in front of him, she could feel the man's eyes looking up and down. Feng Sisi was proud of herself. She knew that she was beautiful, and her deceptive appearance was her natural advantage.

"Handsome, are you free?"

The people around the man teased a few times, and answered for him: "He doesn't have time, and he won't go with you."

Song Yihan didn't nod or shake his head, he was thinking about something and couldn't care about others.

Feng Sisi was not discouraged, she put her hands through her hair and smiled as if nothing had happened: "I'm asking this handsome guy, I won't leave unless he drives me away."

Hearing what she said, Song Yihan finally raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes clearly showed no interest at all, Feng Sisi thought he had failed to strike up a conversation, but he heard him say: "Then will you go with me now?"

She was taken aback by this direct question, and obviously the people around him were also taken aback, "Song Yihan, you..."

Song Yihan didn't explain, and after seeing Feng Sisi nodding, he pulled her away, took her directly into the car and went home.

Feng Sisi still couldn't believe it, so she went straight to the point, she was too anxious.

For a moment, she looked down on this man, thinking that he was of a high-cold type, but in the end he was just a lustful hungry ghost.

But seeing that he looks good, Feng Sisi decided to make do with him and sleep with him for one night.

But this man is really strange, he looked so anxious just now, but now he is a fake gentleman, and half an hour has passed, and he hasn't even unbuttoned a button.

Feng Sisi took the initiative to push the man down on the bed, leaned over to leave a lip mark on his collarbone, and said ambiguously: "Could it be that Young Master Song wants to sit on the bed and chat with me?"

Song Yihan frowned and grabbed her wrist, "Don't touch me."

Feng Sisi didn't understand what this meant for a while, could it be that men are now playing hard to get?

She didn't believe that the man didn't have any interest in her, so she tore off the thin tight skirt in a few strokes, wrapped her whole body around Song Yihan, and was about to kiss him, when she heard a few small noises.

"Yihan, you..."

Feng Sisi didn't expect that someone would ruin her good deed, and before she had time to react, she felt that she was stuffed into a ball of quilt, and the person who stuffed her was not embarrassed, and got up lazily to face the visitor.

"How did you come?"

Feng Sisi didn't hear the answering voice, she felt embarrassed for those two people in this scene.

If it wasn't for the voice of a man, she would almost have thought it was a scene of rape.

Amused by her own thoughts, Feng Sisi smiled silently. After a long while, no one in the room spoke. Only then did she realize that something was wrong, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually froze.

Wait... no way...

While she was thinking wildly, the visitor finally spoke up, without anger or accusation, with a soft and gentle tone: "You do your work first, and I will come to you later."

Footsteps sounded and gradually disappeared.

"Come out and get dressed."

Feng Sisi poked her head out and saw what Song Yihan was thinking with the cigarette in his hand.

She was puzzled: "Aren't you going after him?"

Song Yihan lit the cigarette but didn't smoke it, snorted and didn't know whether he was laughing at her or laughing at himself: "What are you doing chasing after? We have nothing to do with each other in the first place. He lives his way and I play mine."

Feng Sisi turned her back and put on the skirt that she had just taken off not long ago, "I don't understand what's going on in your minds. You can't say what you like and dislike. You have to guess. Take this as flirty."

Although she is also playing around in the fun, once she meets someone she really likes, she will never be stingy with her love. She wants everyone to know that she has him in her heart and is willing to give up all unknown possibilities for him.

The room was quiet, only the sound of fabrics rubbing against each other, and the deep male voice sounded again: "How can you be sure if you really like someone?"

Feng Sisi sat on the bed, hooked her belt and said amusedly, "Are you sure you want to talk about such a deep topic with someone you've known for less than two hours?"

Song Yi flicked the smoke with a cold face, as if everything was taken for granted: "Say it quickly."

"Cut, what are you pulling..." Feng Sisi couldn't help complaining, and said angrily, "You can't hide your liking for someone. Your patience and can't bear to be out of your control, you will become unbelievable, you will wonder yourself Why do you always want to call his number, why do you talk about boring nonsense after calling, you will wonder if he really misses you when he says "missing you", the most important thing is—"

"You're going to want him to love you."

After Feng Sisi finished speaking, she wanted to applaud herself, she is such a cute little girl with a clear mind.

Song Yihan's eyes did not know where they fell, and he was lost in thought alone, his lips moved slightly and he muttered to himself: "I want him to love me..."

Waking up with a single word, Song Yihan came back to his senses, quickly put on his coat and went out, leaving Feng Sisi with a head full of question marks sitting on the bed not knowing where to go.

"That's all I know, and I don't know where you went after that." Feng Sisi repaired her makeup and solemnly apologized to Song Yihan for her previous reckless behavior: "Thank you for your help. I will cause you trouble, you speak, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you do it."

Song Yihan shook his head: "You have already helped me, let's go."

Feng Sisi: Huh?When did I help?I do not know how?

Song Yihan didn't answer her doubts, he walked away in the moonlight, his pace became faster and faster, as if he was in a hurry to meet someone after unloading the burden of a thousand dollars.