Xie Yong first said thank you to Sheng Yin, and then said politely and politely that there was no need to help.

The last time Song Yu was drunk, he sent him back to the hotel alone. He was used to it and there was no problem at all.

Xie Yong nodded to Shengyin and said goodbye, holding Song Cheng’s restaurant door, the driver was waiting there, and seeing that Song Yu was not standing straight from afar, without delaying for a second, he pushed open the car door and helped Xie Yong to get some help.

Song Yu glanced at the person in front of him, then looked at the driver's seat in the car, his eyes widened a little, and he asked persistently: "Wanwan didn't come to pick me up?"

Xie Yong didn't hear his drunken words clearly at that time, but now he heard them clearly. He was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "You want your wife to come and pick her up? Have you told her in advance?" He didn't know this and had never heard Mr. Song mention it.

Song Yu stared at a certain part of the void and stopped talking. After a while, probably remembering what he had said, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I didn't let her come."

Xie Yong and the driver looked at each other, and both of them were amused and crying.

Together, they helped Song Yu to the back seat of the car. Xie Yong also sat in the back seat in order to facilitate the care of drunk people. The driver took a breath, walked around to the front driver's seat, fastened his seat belt and started the car.

After Sheng Yin was rejected by Xie Yong, she stopped insisting and turned back to the previous private room. She didn't have to clean it, but she had to put away the precious tea set on the table and take it alone for someone to clean it.

As soon as she walked into the private room, the cleaning lady who was in charge of cleaning the dining table inside held a cell phone and muttered to herself: "Whose phone is this?"

Sheng Yin looked up and recognized that it was Song Yu's cell phone at a glance.

She saw him with his own eyes holding his cell phone out to answer the phone, and when he came back, he put it on the dining table. It was very likely that he forgot to take it away because he was drunk, and his assistant was busy taking care of him, and he didn't notice it even if he was negligent.

Aunt Cleaning looked at Sheng Yin and gave her the phone directly: "You can go to the front desk to register. When people find out that they have lost their phone, they will definitely come to look for it."

This happens often in restaurants. A staff member who is responsible for managing lost property in customers will register on the booklet which box is lost and wait for the owner to come to find something, check it and take it away.

Sheng Yin took the phone and thought that Song Yu might not have gone far, he ran out like a gust of wind.

However, she was still one step late. As soon as she ran to the restaurant door, the car carrying Song Yu drove out of her sight. She waved her hand and chased her for a few steps, but she couldn't stop the driver.

Just then, an empty taxi passed by. Sheng Yin's mind was so hot that he reached out to stop the car without thinking and said to the driver in front: "Please follow the car in front."

After the driver waited for her to sit on, he raised his hand and pressed the red empty license plate, looked forward through the windshield, and confirmed with her: "That Bentley?"

Shengyin didn't know the car sign. He hurriedly pointed to the car that was about to turn in front and said, "Driving quickly, you will disappear if you delay a while."

The driver said, "You fasten your seat belt and sit firmly", stepped on the accelerator, and followed the car in front.

The driver was a young man. He looked at Sheng Yin from the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "It's big night, why are you following a luxury car?"

Sheng Yin heard something was wrong with his tone. He knew that he had thought wrongly, pursed his lips and lowered his eyes and explained: "The guest's cell phone has landed at the place where he was eating. I am a waiter and I am responsible for delivering him a cell phone."

"Oh, that's it."

The taxi followed Bentley slowly, and it was not suspicious at all.

Song Yu leaned against the seat for a while and felt the slight bumps of the car passing by the speed bump. He came back to his senses a little. He remembered something. He put his back on his forehead, his voice was low and slow, and he said to the driver in front: "If you don't go home, go to the house near the company."

When the driver heard the order, he responded and changed the route at the intersection in front.

Song Yu touched his pocket and planned to call Meng Jianwan to report it, but he couldn't find his cell phone when he touched his pockets all over his body.

Seeing this, Xie Yong turned his head slightly and asked, "Mr. Song, what are you looking for?"

"Mobile phone." Song Yu murmured, "Where is my phone?"

He made sure that the phone was not on his body, and began to fumble around the seat, guessing which gap he might have fallen into.

The lights were turned on in the car, and Song Yu looked around but was still fruitless. Xie Yong took out his cell phone and tried to call Song Yu's cell phone, but he didn't hear the ringtone of the cell phone. He held his breath and listened carefully, without any vibration.

The phone is not in the car. Xie Yong came to this conclusion.

Song Yu didn't care about the loss of his phone at all. Seeing that it was not possible to find it, he raised his hand and asked Xie Yong to call Meng Jianwan and tell her that he would not go home tonight.

Xie Yong was puzzled: "Mr. Song, why don't you go home?"

This kind of question was absolutely impossible for Song Yu to answer when he was awake, but he was drunk now and was surprisingly patient. He said truthfully without thinking: "Wanwan would get angry when he saw me drunk and would not let me sleep in her bed."

Xie Yong's heart was terrified, and he quickly stopped his curiosity, so as not to find out any shameful secrets. Song Yu woke up the next day and settled the score with him.

Song Yu urged, "Stop talking nonsense, call quickly."

Xie Yong dialed Meng Jianwan's number, and after a while, he was connected. He heard a "feed" sound from the other side, covered his phone receiver and turned to the side, lowered his voice and asked Song Yu: "Mr. Song, are you talking or me?"

Song Yu paused for a few seconds and pushed his arm: "You said."

Xie Yong nodded, put his phone in his ear, and said respectfully: "Hello, Mrs. Song, I am Mr. Song's assistant Xie Yong. Do you still remember me?"

Song Yu frowned and shouted at him dissatisfiedly: "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Do you remember Wanwan remember that you have anything to do?"

Xie Yong wanted to shout out injustice, and he had to report himself to make people believe that he was not a liar.

Meng Jianwan pondered for a while and said, "What's wrong?"

Xie Yong glanced at Song Yu, who was sitting upright beside him, listening carefully with his ears on his back, and reported to her in a stern manner: "Mr. Song... was drunk and afraid of making you angry, so he decided to live in the house on the company tonight and let me tell you."

"He's drunk?"

"Well, I'm very drunk, I started talking drunk ten minutes ago."

Song Yu kicked Xie Yong suddenly and said nonsense: "When did I get drunk? Don't slander me! I didn't drink a drop of wine! I didn't drink, Wanwan didn't like me getting drunk, I didn't get drunk. What are you talking nonsense, I'll fire you tomorrow!"

After a few words over and over again, Meng Jianwan, who was on the other side of the phone, was ridiculous and sarcastic when he heard it: "Why didn't he tell me?"

Xie Yong did not dare to reply, guessing that Mr. Song should not dare, for fear of being scolded by his wife.

Meng Jianwan didn't expect anyone to reply, sighed and said, "Okay, I understand, let the driver turn around and go home without having to live outside."

Xie Yong turned on the hands-free. Song Yu clearly heard Meng Jianwan's words and said stubbornly: "I won't go home!"

“…”

I can't tell the truth to drunk people.

Xie Yong looked at the road ahead and said sincerely: "Madam Song, we will arrive in ten minutes. Otherwise, let Mr. Song stay here for one night. He is so drunk that it may be even more uncomfortable to go back and forth."

Meng Jianwan rubbed his eyebrows and finally compromised: "Okay, I'll go there later. You can take good care of him first and let him vomit before returning to my room."

Xie Yong was slightly stunned and quickly responded.

Song Yu was so drunk that he was unconscious that he was the personal assistant who wanted to stay and take care of the president, but if the president's wife came over, he would not have to do anything else.

Xie Yong hung up the phone and wanted to convey it to Song Yu. When he turned his head, he found that Mr. Song, who was still saying that he was not drunk, fell on the seat and slept soundly, and his breathing sounded, which was very heavy.

Meng Jianwan had already taken a shower, and her T-shirt and shorts were all worn outside. She was too lazy to change her clothes. She took the car keys after wearing her underwear, took the elevator at home to the garage, and drove away a sports car.

During this period, there were few cars on the road, and there were not many people. She didn't meet many red lights. She rushed all the way and soon arrived in the community.

At eleven o'clock in the night, the lobby on the first floor was brightly lit.

Meng Jianwan could have taken the elevator in the underground parking lot directly to the upper floor, but she hurried out and forgot to get the card.

The entire building is one floor and one household, and she can only swipe the card to reach the floor where the residents are located. There is no way, so she could only go around to the lobby on the first floor to find property staff to help swipe the card.

She hooked her fingers around the car keys and walked in with a lazy step. She saw the property staff in a suit and uniform at the front desk where the 24-hour service was negotiating with a little girl, serious and straightforward, and mechanized like an endorsement: "Miss, I'm sorry, if you are not a resident here and have not been allowed by the resident himself, I can't let you go."

Sheng Yin was a little anxious, holding the phone and gesturing while explaining to him: "Believe me, I'm not a bad person, I'm here to deliver things."

The property staff adhered to the principles and provided her with advice: "Maybe you can call your friend and let her feedback to me, and I will help you swipe your card."

Sheng Yin bit her lip and couldn't speak. How could she contact Mr. Song's cell phone with her? On the way to the bus, a caller ID called "Xie Yong" came in. Unfortunately, before she could react, the other party hung up.

"I……"

Sheng Yin wanted to say something, Meng Jianwan stood there obliquely, impatiently waiting, and couldn't help but interrupt: "Xiao Zhang, help me swipe the card."

The property staff leaned down and looked over Sheng Yin toward Meng Jianwan behind him. He stood up with his hands on the table. He was blocked by the girl in front of him just now, but he didn't notice that Meng Jianwan had come, and he didn't know how long she had been waiting.

The property staff are all human beings. Even if they have only seen Meng Jianwan for a few faces, it does not prevent him from remembering her face in the slightest, just because she is Mrs. Song, a person he can't afford to offend.

Not long after Song Yu went up, it was not surprising that she came here.

Xiao Zhang took a card from the drawer, followed Meng Jianwan and walked to the elevator door. He didn't let her do it, so he swiped the card for her personally, and did not forget to greet her with a smile.

Sheng Yin was stunned and didn't understand how the same person could treat him so obviously.

The woman just now was wearing a simple white T-shirt, sports shorts, and a pair of sports shoes on her feet. She just shouted and the property management went over and bent over and was busy.

Is she a resident here too?

After watching Meng Jianwan, Xiao Zhang yawned, turned around and returned to his post. When facing Sheng Yin, he changed his face. His attitude was not bad, but he was a little impatient: "Girl, I really can't let anyone go casually. If the owner complained, my job would not be able to be saved."

After a pause, he gave another feasible suggestion: "Otherwise, if you really can't contact your friend, you can keep the things with me first, register the other party's name and room number, and I will personally send them to them tomorrow. If you keep one hundred and twenty hearts, I will never hide things privately."

Sheng Yin lowered his eyes and looked at the phone, then at the man's face, and sighed silently.

She didn't want someone to pass it over, she wanted to hand it over to Mr. Song in person.

"Forget it, I'll come here tomorrow."

Shengyin walked out of the hall step by step, walked down the steps, and looked back at the apartment building behind her. Although she didn't know what the house inside looked like, just based on the furnishings in the hall, it was not difficult to guess that it must be spacious and luxurious... It was a place she would never have in her life.

She stroked the edge of her phone, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

Mr. Song's cell phone fell into her hands. Is it a prediction given to her by God? Otherwise, how could there be so many intersections between them in just one day?

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Girls, they just like to have beautiful dreams.
Chapter completed!