"Miss Zhao, are you sure you want me to fight?" Song Xiang smiled.
"certainly."
Okay, don't cry then.
Song Xiang took Gu Lian's hand with one hand, held it with his back, and then looked for Lu Zechen's number with one hand.
I called and it didn't work the first time.
Zhao Yaxin sneered.
Song Xiang looked calm and changed the chat software. Sure enough, the call was connected this time.
The surroundings became quiet.
Song Xiang turned on the loudspeaker and said: "Mr. Lu."
Lu Zechen paused for a moment, seemingly surprised that Song Xiang actually called him. Last time she was in the hospital, she almost spit in his face.
"Miss Rong, you are a rare guest." A half-ridiculing, half-sneering voice.
Song Xiang got into the topic directly and said: "Sister Lian and I were having dinner on the World Trade Center floor..."
"World Trade Center?"
Before Song Xiang could finish speaking, Lu Zechen interrupted her.
No one dared to move in the corridor.
The manager wisely put the DND button on and guided other guests to another door for fear of being affected.
"Yes, we met on the top floor..."
"What are you going to eat?" Lu Zechen interrupted again.
Song Xiang rolled her eyelids and said, "Comprehensive cuisine, Sister Lian wants to eat fish."
"Is your Rong family going bankrupt?"
Song Xiang:???
"She ran out to see you with a full belly, and you took her to a shabby place like the World Trade Center? And she also ate fish? Do you want her to eat polluted fish from that shabby island country?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"I……"
"Stop talking, go downstairs and ask the driver to take you to the red house. Whatever you eat is mine."
Song Xiang calmed down and smiled at Zhao Yaxin, who had a tense face across from her. "No, can we go? What if someone thinks that Sister Lian doesn't have your card and won't let us in?"
Lu Zechen was silent.
Being used to being on the court, he had no problem hearing the first few sentences. Song Xiang's two strange and yin-yang sentences, he could also figure out three or two points.
After a pause, he said: "You are overthinking. Gu Lian has my card. Even if he doesn't, is Wang Fuxue blind? Doesn't she know you two?"
Song Xiang: "Oh——"
"Give the phone to Gu Lian."
"OK."
Song Xiang turned around and handed the phone to Gu Lian with a smile.
Gu Lian was not too happy. She took the phone and hung up without waiting for Lu Zechen to speak.
Everyone: "..."
Song Xiang was worried that Gu Lian would be angry, so she didn't dare to make a mistake. She took the phone and looked at Zhao Yaxin opposite.
"Ms. Zhao, do you still want a room? I can give it to you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Lian pulled her forward and pushed Zhao Yaxin who was blocking the way with one hand, "Get out of the way!"
Zhao Yaxin's eyes widened and she met Gu Lian's stern look. She subconsciously thought of Lu Zechen's appearance when he was angry. He was inexplicably timid. She moved her gaze downwards and saw Gu Lian's swollen belly. She became brave again and actually reached out to Gu Lian's belly.
push.
Before he even touched Gu Lian, his hand was already opened by Gu Lian!
Gu Lian used too much force and Zhao Yaxin hit the fire hydrant next to her.
Before she could get up, Gu Lian pulled Song Xiang into the restaurant door. There was a bodyguard behind him, leaving no room for Zhao Yaxin to step forward.
Song Xiang jogged to keep up and reminded Gu Lian to walk slower.
When they arrived at the box, as soon as they sat down, Gu Lian looked at her pretending to be angry.
Song Xiang chuckled twice, sat over and pushed her arm, "Don't be angry, then I'm not a nouveau riche, how can I bear it?"
"Sister Lian——"
Gu Lian was helpless. She was not angry with Song Xiang. Who else would stand up for her except Song Xiang? But the feeling of competing for favor made her a little embarrassed.