Lin Cong was a gentleman in every aspect. He took the initiative to open the door for Song Xiang without any airs of a super rich second generation.
Many women outside the venue looked envious, but Song Xiang turned a blind eye and became even more wary of Lin Cong.
She and Lin Cong had met once, and that meeting was not pleasant. Logically speaking, Lin Cong should not show kindness to her.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Who knows what Lin Cong is thinking.
Just as she was thinking about it, a black Porsche suddenly braked outside the venue and happened to be in front of her and Lin Cong.
Duan Ge, dressed in sportswear, opened the door and stepped out of the car, slammed the door, and looked at Song Xiang with an unfriendly expression.
"Why didn't you call me?"
Song Xiang didn't want to get too close to Lin Cong in the first place, but seeing Duan Ge felt like he was on the receiving end of amnesty. He had never thought that this young master was so kind.
She took the initiative to walk over, lowered her posture, and said angrily: "Aren't we just waiting for you to call me? You still complained about me, but you didn't call me either?"
Duan Ge was slightly startled, a little unable to react in time, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Song Xiang's blink.
He glanced at Lin Cong, understood something in his heart, and stretched out his hand to pull Song Xiang over.
"If you don't call you, why don't you find someone else to take you to work?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She just wanted Duan Ge to help her out, but she didn't expect that he would say such ambiguous words, which would instantly push the relationship between them to the point of no improvement.
"Don't blame her, I took the initiative to give it to her."
With a smile on his face, Lin Cong walked over with one hand in his pocket and came face to face with Duan Ge.
"Young Master Duan, we can be considered friends, please give me some face."
Duan Ge rolled his eyes at him, "You want to be my woman, and you want me to give you face?"
Song Xiang took a breath and suddenly felt that this damn child was not cute anymore. If she didn't have tools at hand, she would have blocked his mouth with a brick.
There were people around, and Duan Ge spoke loudly. I don’t know how many people heard him, and pointed at Song Xiang behind his back.
Song Xiang's scalp was numb and he regretted not going out early in the morning and actually gathering these two plague gods together.
"Your woman?"
Lin Cong laughed inexplicably, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at Song Xiang teasingly, "Miss Song, didn't I just say that you were single?"
He said this deliberately, and to the ears of onlookers, it was as if Song Xiang deliberately concealed that he had a boyfriend and was treading two boats.
Song Xiang pursed her lips, and was in a dilemma for a moment. If she said she was not Duan Ge's girlfriend, it would be too disrespectful to Duan Ge. But if she didn't explain, she would never be able to take off the hat of being in two boats.
Although they are still outside the venue, people are coming and going. With so many people watching, her reputation will definitely be ruined in the industry.
"She is not my girlfriend yet." Duan Ge suddenly said, looking at Lin Cong impatiently, "But in the future, the woman I, Duan Ge, will definitely not be able to escape."
Song Xiang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the young master would clarify the matter.
The people around watching the show couldn't help but look disappointed, and the women once again showed expressions of envy and jealousy, wishing that they could replace Song Xiang and be competed by these two men.
Lin Cong stood opposite and spread his hands, "Since she is not your girlfriend, then anyone has the right to pursue her."
Duan Ge: "It sounds like it will be useful if you chase me."
He put his hand on Song Xiang's shoulder and raised his chin, "She is a woman who can refuse even severe cold."
Song Xiang:???
At first she thought this young master was a bit cute, but he actually led her into a pit.
There was a sigh of relief all around, and some people who were about to enter the venue actually stopped to watch the gossip.
Song Xiang's head was buzzing, and he touched Duan Ge where no outsider could see him, hoping that he would shut up quickly.
"Oh?" Lin Cong looked at Song Xiang with a surprised expression, "Miss Song... there are so many suitors."
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, "Young Master Duan was just joking with you. It would be boring if you took it seriously."
Duan Ge clicked his tongue, "Who will follow him...well..."
As soon as he was halfway through speaking, Song Xiang pinched his waist mercilessly.
pain--
Song Xiang smiled, nodded to Lin Cong, and blinked at Duan Ge, who had a distorted expression, "Young Master Duan, I think it's better for us to enter first."
Duan Ge straightened up with difficulty, his expression aggrieved, turned his head and glared at Lin Cong fiercely, and then spoke to Song Xiang in a much softer tone.
"As you say, enter first."
Many people around him, including many who knew Duan Ge, privately commented that Song Xiang was not a simple person, and that he was actually held in such a low profile by the second generation ancestor.