Fast Transmigration: Save Him - Chapter 193

“Miss Song, Mr. Zhang, please come over.”

Qing Jiu put his hand on the forehead of Song Dynasty. He turned his head and looked inside the banquet hall. He saw Zhang Haoran standing next to the cake.

“I see. Thank you.” Qing Jiu replied with a smile.

Song Mu Chu closed his eyes and felt that the temperature on his forehead was dispersing little by little.

“Fourth uncle, I’ll go first. Have a rest by yourself.” Qing Jiu was a little helpless, but with a playful smile on her face, she walked quickly towards Zhang Haoran.

“Haoran, what are you looking for me for?” Qing Jiu walked behind him, patted his right shoulder, and then hid to his left.

Zhang Haoran naturally knew that she was careful, but he turned his head to the right and looked to the left again.

“I just went to talk to those people and didn’t see you coming, so I asked the waiter to come to you. Desserts are all your favorite. Have you eaten them? ” Zhang Haoran hooked his lips, naturally raised his hand, put his arm on Qing Jiu’s shoulder, tilted his head slightly towards Qing Jiu, and said in a low voice.

Qing nine some don’t get used to, subconsciously shrunk to the side for a while, Leng Leng nodded.

Zhang Haoran’s smile deepened. Yu Guang glanced at Song Mu Chu coming out from the balcony. His fierce eyes fell on his arm that was on Qing Jiu’s shoulder.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he just took a look and immediately turned to say hello to others.

“Well, you didn’t tell me that when you called me here? I’m not a child. If you don’t tell me, I’ll do it. ” Qing Jiu pushed his arm away and turned to pick up a cocktail on the table. He just took a sip and put it down again with a frown.

“Not good?” Zhang Haoran was amused by her expression, but still asked anxiously.

Qing Jiu squints at Zhang Haoran. His eyes are very strange.

“Oh, I see. You didn’t make it, did you? Are you too vicious? ” Qing Jiu raised his finger to Zhang Haoran, a sudden realization, and his expression was exaggerated.

Just as Zhang Haoran wanted to speak, he was interrupted by Lin Tongtong.

“Master Haoran!” Lin Tongtong warmly called, directly ignored Qing Jiu, went to Zhang Haoran, raised his hand to hold his arm, and put his head on his shoulder.

“Ah, ah, ah! Where do you put your dog’s head? ” Qing Jiu said coldly, holding her head and pushing her aside.

Lin Tongtong was so angry that she gritted her teeth. However, in such a public place, she still wanted to keep the appearance that a celebrity should have. So she just gave Qing Jiu a hard look, and then stared at Zhang Haoran pitifully.

Zhang Haoran looks at Qing Jiu and recalls the scene just now. Is Qing Jiu really jealous?

Feeling his burning sight, Qing Jiu sips her mouth and leaves the banquet hall quickly on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

Did she go too far just now? But she was absolutely able to do it before. Why did Zhang Haoran look surprised? In those days, she swore sovereignty in front of many people, but now he is not used to it?

Qing Jiu fidgetily scratched his head, leaning against the wall of the bathroom, staring at the white tiles on the ground.

It’s so difficult to play yourself!

Qing nine is worried, outside the door came a high-heeled sound, and voice, she also don’t know out of what state of mind, quickly hid in the compartment.

“Song Mu Chu is here! You see, he is so handsome! That figure, that look, that proper abstinence is a male god

“What are you excited about? Don’t you see how many people want to introduce their daughter to song Mu Chu tonight? But his attitude is too cold. It seems that no one can get into his eyes

“Maybe he just likes me!”

“Come on! The one who just came in, I remember his name is… Luo Yu. It’s said that he is his secretary. I think he is his girlfriend. You wake up early in your dream! ”

“Screw you! Ha ha ha… ”

Two people finish talking, frolicking out of the bathroom, after a long time, Qing Jiu came out of the compartment.

Sure enough, no matter where he is, he is the most dazzling one.

Qing Jiu looks at himself in the mirror, his face is a little bad; She had to admit that she was a little uncomfortable knowing that other women were coveting song Mu Chu.

Clean up the mood, Qing Jiu out of the bathroom, subconsciously to the side of a look, unexpectedly saw song Mu Chu in a few steps away from her place smoking.

He held a cigarette between his index finger and middle finger. The white smoke overflowed from his thin lips and rose slowly, giving the evil face a hazy beauty.

Maybe Qing Jiu’s gaze was too obvious. Song Mu Chu raised his eyes to Qing Jiu, and his eyes twinkled. Then he pressed out the cigarette, threw it into the garbage can and walked slowly towards her.

Qing Jiu blinked, in the heart suddenly a flustered, want to turn away, but feet like a root, a step also can’t move.

“Let’s go.” Song Mu Chu came to her, reached over her shoulder, hugged her and walked back.

Qing nine stupidly looked at him, light tobacco smell into her nose.

If there was a mirror, Qing Jiu would see her expression at this time, maybe a little bit more silly than a little fool.

“Fourth uncle, when will you find me a fourth aunt? Just now I saw a lot of people looking at you with straight eyes! ” Qing nine silly smile, a face naive asked.

The corner of song Mu Chu’s mouth twitches slightly. He wants to see what strange things are in Qing Jiu’s little head.

“Why do children care so much?” The tone of song Mu Chu’s reply is blunt. He takes two glasses of champagne from the tray of the waiter and hands them to Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu took it and took a sip. It tasted sour and sweet, much better than the cocktail just now.

Song Mu first saw Qing Jiu drink a big mouthful, surprised to see her.

“I have something on my face?” Qing Jiu raised her hand and touched her face. She felt that there was something wrong with song’s expression.

Song Mu Chu shook his head and raised his finger to the side, indicating that he would go to the sofa next to him to have a rest.

Qing Jiu waved her hand. She wanted to eat again.

Song Mu Chu turns around and walks slowly. Looking at the champagne in his hand, his mouth is slightly raised.

He sat on the sofa, his long legs folded, his eyes fixed on Qing Jiu.

At eleven o’clock in the evening, Qing Jiu yawned and got on the bus. Song Mu Yang didn’t know how much he had drunk, so he began to sleep in the co driver’s seat with a low snore.

Qing Jiu sipped her mouth, so she had to sit in the back seat with song Mu Chu.

There is no difference between Song Dynasty and the time when he came here. His clothes are almost wrinkled and his eyes are clear.

Qing nine only feel dizzy, sitting on the car feel more dizzy.

“What’s wrong?” At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the driver made a look in his eyes. The driver immediately understood and raised the partition board.

“Well, I have a headache.” Qing Jiu closed his eyes and replied.

Song Mu Chu put his hand in his arms and let her lean on himself. He put his other hand on her forehead and rubbed it gently.

As expected, Qing Jiu was much more comfortable. He leaned against the arms of the late Song Dynasty, found a comfortable posture, and soon fell asleep.

Song Mu Chu looked down at Qing Jiu in his arms. His smile became more and more gentle. He gently kissed her hair, leaned on the seat of the car and closed his eyes.

More than 20 minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the Song family.

The driver helped song Muyang go in; Song Mu Chu couldn’t bear to wake up Qing Jiu, so he picked her up and strode in.

Song Mu Chu takes Qing Jiu back to her room, washes a towel to wipe her face, and then helps her cover the quilt, and walks out of her room.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Song Shan standing downstairs, looking at him.

“Dad, why haven’t you slept yet?” He asked faintly, coming down the stairs and unhurriedly unbuttoning his coat.

“I think you’ve all come back to sleep. The dusk sun drinks a little too much, your this younger brother also does not advise a bit There was some reproach in Song Shan’s words. He turned and walked towards the room.

Song Mu Chu didn’t speak. He just silently watched Song Shan enter the room and close the door. Then he turned back to the second floor.

The next morning.

“Hiss, I’ll go!” Qing Jiu opened his eyes and felt his head hurt. He turned over several times in bed before he got up.

Didn’t she just drink a few glasses of champagne? Is that champagne so strong?

Qing Jiu rubbed her hair, which had turned into a chicken coop. She looked down at her clothes, which were the same dress she had worn yesterday. At this time, she was already wrinkled.

She rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom.

Half an hour later, she appeared downstairs and had breakfast with song Mu Chu.

Song Shan went to have morning exercise with his old friend and had breakfast by the way. Song Muyang has not got up yet. It is estimated that he drank too much wine last night.

“That’s for sobering up. Remember to drink a little.” Song Muyang pointed to the cup of brown liquid in Qing Jiu’s hand.

Qing Jiu nodded and looked at the color of the liquid. She really didn’t want to drink it, but the slight pain in her head reminded her to drink it.

“What’s the plan for today?” Song Mu Chu put down his chopsticks, took out a piece of paper, wiped his mouth and looked at Qing Jiu.

“Today? I might sleep. After all, there will be class tomorrow, and I want to have more rest. ” Qing Jiu put the steamed stuffed bun into her mouth and drank a mouthful of soybean milk.

“Well.” Song Mu Chu answered softly, got up and went to the sofa, picked up his coat with one hand and walked towards the door.

Qing nine heart surprise, is the weekend song evening early also want to go to work?

Song group.

Song Mu Chu walks into the office and sees that a cup of coffee has been put on the desk, and the documents to be processed are also opened and put there.

Needless to say, it must be Luo Yu.

She didn’t think that he would like her a little bit if she was so meticulous every day, did she?

“Dong Dong Dong.”

Song Mu Chu sat on the chair, “come in.” He looked down at the papers on the desk.

A sound of high-heeled shoes from far to near, finally stopped at the table, “Mr. Song, there will be a meeting in an hour.”

Soong Mu Chu looks up at Luo Yu. She is still wearing a black suit today, showing her exquisite figure, especially the “business line” of the neckline.

“I see. Go out.” Song Mu Chu took back his eyes and continued to look down at the documents.

Feeling frustrated, Luo Yu reluctantly turns around and goes out. She thinks that no matter her body, face or brain, she belongs to the first class, but she does not expect that song Mu Chu is not moved.

She is more interested in such a challenging man.