"The gentleman said that he was joking with Miss Rong just now. He hoped that the beautiful Miss Rong wouldn't mind and accepted his gift."
Song Xiang:???
Suman: "Oh!"
Mrs. Zhao was dumbfounded.
The bank manager smiled and signaled the waiter to hand the things to Song Xiang's bodyguard.
Song Xiang came to his senses and stopped him, "This is inappropriate."
Suman: "Why not..."
"The gift is too expensive, please return it for me." Song Xiang rushed to speak.
The plot was so magical. She had just called the other person Xiang in her heart, so she suddenly accepted the other person's gift. What was going on?
Besides, she has a boyfriend, right?
"Miss Rong is so cruel," Mrs. Zhao said in a sinister tone.
Song Xiang ignored her, nodded to the president, and wanted to pull Su Man away quickly.
"You stay."
The bank manager blocked their way and looked embarrassed, "Ms. Rong, that gentleman didn't leave an address. If you don't accept the gift, we can't handle this lot."
Song Xiang frowned, are there still forced gifts?
"The gentleman said that he has admired you for a long time and just wants to be your friend. He hopes that you will accept the gift and forgive him for his rudeness. If possible, he hopes to get your contact information." The president continued.
Suman crossed his arms across his chest and whispered: "Just put it away, Yan Han is not here anyway."
Song Xiang: "..."
She opened her mouth, but still wanted to refuse.
The president took a step back and said in a pleading tone: "Please don't embarrass us."
Who is making things difficult for whom?
There are already people around here looking this way, and if you stay, you will most likely attract the media, which will only cause trouble.
Song Xiang had no choice but to say, "Then please thank me on my behalf."
As if he was about to receive a general amnesty, the president quickly asked someone to hand over the things.
Song Xiang said a few more polite words and then left with Su Man.
Mrs. Zhao was behind, still refusing to give up, "Miss Rong hasn't given me her contact information yet? Isn't it just a waste of money?"
Song Xiang didn't look back, and Su Man replied leisurely, "Mrs. Zhao should go back and reimburse the bill quickly. If it's overdue, Mr. Zhao should deny it."
Sure enough, there was no movement behind him.
Suman sneered and trotted to keep up with Song Xiang. As soon as he got into the car, he poked Song Xiang's arm again.
"Why didn't you give me your contact information just now?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyelids, "Please, I have a fiancé!"
Suman clicked her tongue, held her chin with one hand, squinted her eyes and said, "I can guarantee that the person giving the ring must be a boring man."
Seeing her cheerful look, Song Xiang felt a headache. She glanced at the ring box next to her and felt depressed again.
You can't see what you want to see, and there are so many random people joining in the fun.
The car drove all the way to the hotel where we were staying, and the entire floor was occupied.
After getting out of the elevator, Song Xiang almost fell apart, and was dragged to the restaurant for supper by Su Man.
As soon as they arrived, Song Xiang received a call and thought it was Yan Han. When he picked it up and took a look, he found it was Xiang Shuyi.
"Hello."
"Hey, eldest niece, why don't you seem willing to answer uncle's phone calls?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and said, "If you have anything to say, please tell me."
"Help uncle also order some cream of mushroom soup."
Um?
Song Xiang was confused as to why he felt that the voice was behind him.
Before she could react, Suman stood up and waved behind her, "Uncle Xiang~~"
Song Xiang: "..."
It's over, it's going to happen again.
She lazily put down her spoon, turned around and saw that it was Xiang Shuyi walking in from outside the restaurant.