There is no one sitting in the seat in front of me.
The person who should be sitting in front of him, who in his imagination should be holding the ring box and looking affectionate, is now standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, answering the phone.
Jiang Song pursed his lips and looked at his back as he answered the phone, feeling a little complicated.
There was no imaginary confession and no diamond ring.
I should be happy.
I have not fallen into a situation where I am embarrassed, and I will not worry about whether to accept it or whether to wear a diamond ring in the future.
However, I don’t know why, but I always feel there is a place deep in my heart——
strange.
She didn't know who Xing Sijue was calling. His voice was so soft that she couldn't hear anything.
However, she had a vague sixth sense and felt that he was probably talking to a woman on the phone.
Besides Lin Wanwan, Jiang Song could not think of anyone else who could allow Xing Sijue to communicate with a woman like this.
Thinking of this, the meaning in her eyes became a little colder.
After hanging up the phone, Xing Sijue's expression turned even colder.
"I'll have someone take you back. I have something else to do. You should rest early when you get back." Xing Sijue's expression was cold and anxious when he hung up the phone.
He picked up the black shirt on the back of the seat with one hand and went straight out the door.
No more words were left.
With such a anxious look, Jiang Song was extremely sure that there would never be anyone other than Lin Wanwan on the other side of the phone.
She was the only one left in the box.
The noisy fireworks scene just now left only incomparable silence and loneliness.
Jiang Song took a sip of ice water.
The cold water slid from her mouth all the way down to her intestines and stomach. It was extremely cold, but she remained unmoved.
She smashed her mouth, laughing at herself.
The ridiculous mental activity just now seems so ridiculous now.
She had clearly made up her mind, but how could she still get lost?
She had clearly warned herself, yet she still continued to lose control.
It's true that Xing Sijue was very kind to her, but this might not mean anything at all.
It can only show the bond of interest between them.
Jiang Song silently finished the food on his plate, sat on a chair, calmed himself down enough, and then went out.
After rejecting Xing Sijue's driver, she decided to go shopping by herself.
This was the busiest city center, and she hadn't really given herself a chance to relax for a long time.
But when she went to the third store, she still had no idea what to buy for herself.
She is actually very good at clothes, but because of her work, she doesn't pay much attention to this aspect.
Until I visited the fourth store.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a red silk dress.
Almost at the first sight, Jiang Song was deeply attracted.
That was her favorite style in the past, and with just one glance, Jiang Song was very sure that this dress would definitely fit her figure.
She quickly put her idea into practice and put on a skirt and came out.
Sure enough, this dress seemed to be tailor-made for her.
Every position is just right, no trace of meat is superfluous, and no place is missing anything.
"I bought this dress." Jiang Song took out the card and handed it to the waiter without hesitation.
His eyes were still on the clothes he was wearing.
This dress looked familiar to her, much like something she had owned before, but she couldn't remember it now.
Because the moment I saw it, especially the moment I put it on, I felt a sense of excitement that I had lost it and found it.
"I'm sorry, Miss, someone has already bought this dress." The waiter said to Jiang Song apologetically.
Jiang Song frowned, "Has anyone bought it?"
"I like this dress very much. Could you please negotiate? I am willing to pay double the price to buy this dress. Can you help me contact the seller?"
Worried that this was not enough to win, he added, "No matter how many times it is, I can win."
Jiang Song looked at the red dress and really liked it.
She looked at herself in the mirror and fell into thinking.
When he came back to his senses, the waitress behind him had disappeared, replaced by a man in black clothes.
"I am the owner of this dress. I heard that the lady is willing to buy it?"
The voice was cold and gloomy.
Jiang Song looked at the beautiful Jian Tong in the mirror and hesitated for a while.
This person turned out to be—Xi Qiansheng.
"Are these clothes yours?" Jiang Song said calmly.
My love for clothes has been reduced by more than half.
No wonder.
This piece of clothing was sold and was actually displayed in the most conspicuous place.
He was the one who was so familiar with her taste and so sure that she would try on clothes and buy this dress.
"Yes, but if you like it, I can't give it to you."
Xi Qiansheng glanced sideways, looking at her graceful figure in the mirror.
Jiang Song said, "No need, Master Xi, just keep it for yourself."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
"Why don't you answer my call?"
Xi Qiansheng blocked her way to leave.
At this moment, there was no one in the clothing store.
It seems this was all premeditated.
Jiang Song frowned dissatisfied, "Isn't it inappropriate for Mr. Xi to unknowingly send messages and phone calls to a married woman to harass her? Didn't your father teach you not to mess with married women?"
Xi Qiansheng was not angry at this, but instead smiled meaningfully, "It depends on how you define married. If you leave your wife on Valentine's Day to see another woman's marriage, do you think it can still be called a marriage?"
"
Jiang Song stiffened for a moment.
Like a kitten whose tail was stepped on.
But she straightened her back arrogantly and did not show her fear, "Master Xi seems to like to pry into other people's privacy. I think the position of neighborhood committee aunt is more suitable for you than President Xi."
"I don't like to pry into other people's privacy." Xi Qiansheng denied, taking two steps towards her, "I just simply like you."
Jiang Song narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists slightly.
If this person takes another step forward, she will definitely punch him.
"But the definition of privacy is that you know it and want to conceal it. I think you may not know what Xing Sijue went to do, right?"
The corners of Xi Qiansheng's lips raised slightly.
He looks like a monster, his skin is white and can reflect light, but his lips are very red. He looks like the vampire prince in the TV series, but he may be a little more annoying than the vampire prince in person.
"I don't need to know," Jiang Song said calmly.
This is real.
"But I just want to tell you," Xi Qiansheng said with a proud look on his face, "Lin Wanwan just cut her foot. Just a wound as big as a fingernail can make Xing Sijue abandon you and rush over."
After speaking, he raised his lips sarcastically, looking arrogant, "Jiang Song, I said, you can't beat Lin Wanwan, you should have listened to me earlier."
Jiang Song's face stiffened, but only for a moment.
"Is there a possibility that I don't care about this? Isn't this kind of thing rare among wealthy families?"
"If you don't care about this, what about the murderer who framed you? Don't you care either?"
Xi Qiansheng spoke quietly, lightly and extremely violently.