THE SONG FAMILY WIFE IS NOT EASY TO MESS WITH - Chapter 9
Song met how did not expect that he would fall in the same pit again so soon, especially this time in front of so many friends.
His eyes lit up with fire and he looked like he wanted to bring his sword to kill the enemy, Gu Shao Ning hurriedly stopped him and pointed to his dislocated arm with a forced laugh: “Aren’t you going to get the bone? Don’t worry, I won’t charge you.”
I don’t know who in the box abruptly puffed out a laugh, others also followed.
Gu Shaoning coughed lightly, took out the professionalism of an orthopedic surgeon, pinched the dislocated part of Song’s arm, and connected it very skillfully, and patted his arm: “Okay, don’t be angry, just now I saw clearly, it was you who stared at the wrong place first, and only then did they teach the disciple a lesson.”
Deng, apprentice, son?
Song met a breath of air in the chest can not go up and down, shoved him a hand, anxiously said: “You say who is the denizen?” He simply can not argue, if any other man, was that woman tempted, also dare not guarantee that they will be indifferent, they have not personally experienced, standing talking does not hurt.
Xu Zhan took the opportunity to educate him: “Now you should understand my pain, listen to my advice, this matter ends here, do not look for her again.”
“No way!” Song met not even think about it and said, “twice in a row, you think I can forget this matter? Do you really think I can’t do anything about her?”
After the harsh words, he grunted coldly, Xu Zhan helplessly shook his head.
The company’s main goal is to provide a solution to the problem.
Song met the wine glass heavily on the coffee table, glass collision, issued a clear crisp sound. He stood up and straightened the folds of his suit jacket: “You guys take your time, I’ll go first.”
Zhao Yichen thought he had heard wrong: “Ah? You’re leaving now? I haven’t had my fun yet.”
Song met took the phone, looked down and sent a message to the driver, asking him to drive the car to the entrance of the bar, then answered Zhao Yichen’s question, “I have to go to the company tomorrow morning, the first day in office, I can’t make any mistakes.”
Zhao Yichen watched him go and shrugged indifferently, “You guys said, Song Xiaobai won’t really seek revenge on Meng Jianwei, right?”
Xu Zhan lifted his glass and took a sip of red wine, the long and mellow taste spread in his mouth. He lightly swept a glance, said quietly: “It’s not your bad idea.” He tried every possible way to stop Song met, just do not want him and Meng Jianwei collided, all ruined by Zhao Yichen.
Zhao Yichen did not think he was in trouble, but instead carefully examined Xu Zhan: “You’re not right, old Xu, Song Xiaoba has a grudge against Meng Jianwei, but he’s not the kind of person who does anything wrong, at most teach that girl a lesson, why are you nervous?”
Xu Zhan drank the rest of the red wine in his glass and said indifferently, “Who is nervous?”
Zhao Yichen: “You weren’t the one who almost went up there just now?”
“I was worried that Song met with a beating.” Xu Zhan looked at him and put the blame on him, “If you hadn’t stopped me, would Song Shuo have dislocated his arm again?”
Zhao Yichen has nothing to say, honestly sitting in the sofa to drink, by the way, reflecting on his own behavior, it seems that he did urge Song met to ask Meng Jianwei for a micro signal, it is possible that when Song met came back to his senses, this account to his head, it seems that recently to avoid Song met.
–The first thing you need to do is to get back home.
The time is still early, when Song met back home, Song night Zheng and his wife Liang Ruishui are watching TV in the living room.
The first thing she saw was her son’s figure, and she was surprised: “Didn’t you say you were meeting with friends tonight? Why are you back so early.” Their gang had a good relationship since they were young, and they had endless conversations together, so she thought Song met would stay up all night tonight.
Song met changed into indoor slippers, slowly walked to the center of the living room, said: “Tomorrow morning to go to the company, want to rest early.”
Song Lanzheng nodded with satisfaction, originally worried that he was used to being free and loose abroad and would need a long time to adapt after returning to China, but I never thought he would be so conscious, so I am naturally very pleased to be a father.
“I have arranged for you to work for the company, and also transferred the manager Xie Yong to be your assistant, so you can get familiar with the company’s business as soon as possible, and ask Xie Yong if you don’t understand anything, or ask me directly.” Song Yizheng said, “It just so happens that the company is recently discussing Hongke’s merger and acquisition case, hand it over to you to handle.”
Song met knew that he was about to take on a heavy responsibility back home, and was also prepared mentally enough to hear the words, and seriously responded, “I know.”
Song Yaozheng picked the important things to explain a few sentences, and then let Song met leave.
Song met back to the bedroom, hurriedly took a shower, changed into comfortable home clothes, will be tomorrow morning meeting to use the information to find out familiar with once, to make sure it is correct before lying down on the bed.
As he said, he planned to go to bed early and get up early, to get better, but when he thought of Meng Jianwei’s face, his arm was vaguely painful, and he could not wait to take that dead girl out and beat her up.
As the saying goes, when you think about something, you have a dream at night. Probably because Song met before going to sleep constantly thinking about Meng Jianwei, after going to sleep dreamed of her.
However, the scene in the dream is not as saber-rattling as in reality, but some …… ambiguity.
The only thing that is not clear is that there is a wall lamp quietly emitting a warm yellow glow in the dimly lit room, Song met a formal dress, sitting on a chair behind the desk, holding a light blue folder in his hand, lowered his eyes, a serious reading, the lenses of his glasses are slightly reflective, the eyes behind can not really see.
Suddenly, Meng Jianwei appeared on his side, he lifted his eyes, only to see the girl wearing a small red skirt, the skin is better than snow, blinking a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes to look at him, not waiting for him to ask her what she wants to do, she sat on his lap, leaned down close to him, in his ear breath like a lan.
Song met the folder in his hand fell on the ground, there was a subtle sound, and did not affect the two. Song met clearly felt that his ear was touched by a warm object …… Everything that happened after that was both bizarre and logical.
Subconsciously, Song met seems to have an additional perception, the original Meng Jianwei’s mouth can be as soft as jelly and as sweet as cotton candy, in addition to cursing. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.
Song met is woken up by the phone alarm.
The moment he woke up, he sat up violently holding the bed, leaning on the head of the bed and breathing heavily, like a drowning person just fished out of the shore.
In summer, the day dawned early, just after six o’clock, the sun shone through the gap in the curtains, Song met leaning on the bed, did not slow down for a long time, two eyes staring at the black and white striped quilt baffled.
The cooling effect of the air conditioner may be a problem, otherwise why is he all hot.
Song met raised his hand and ran it through his slightly messy short hair, never believing that he had a dream like that, the heroine or Meng Jianwei that dead girl.
He took out the glasses on the bedside table and put them on, calmed down for a moment, and returned to his usual cool appearance. He kept hinting to himself that it must be because last night Meng Jianlian tempted him in the box, it must be so.
When Song met lifted the quilt “tsk”, took off his glasses and rubbed his brow, struggled for a while, but chose to go to the bathroom to take a shower, so it was easier to wake up.
A few moments later, he came downstairs fully dressed.
The table was already set up with food, a typical Chinese breakfast, small dumplings, doughnuts, shrimp dumplings, white congee, soy milk, Song met pulled out a chair and sat down, eating quietly.
Liang Rushui sat opposite him and stared at his moist black hair for a while, wondering, “Why are you taking a shower in the morning?”
Song met a hand, face calmly said: “The day is hot.”