Chapter 127 She is more attractive than a famous car
Lin Cong called it a day and let Song Xiang and Duan Ge enter first. He wanted to park the car first.
Duan Ge watched Lin Cong drive to the parking lot and snorted heavily, "Hypocrite."
Song Xiang glanced at his Porsche and asked, "What about your car?"
"So what if I just drove into the venue?" Duan Ge's attitude was arrogant, and he couldn't help but glance at the direction Lin Cong left, and said disdainfully: "He is just pretending, he usually does drag racing, and he still cares about parking the car there.
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Song Xiang was silent, she didn't think Lin Cong was a good person in the first place.
Duan Ge pressed his waist and was about to complain when he suddenly realized that Song Xiang was silent.
He frowned and said angrily: "You don't think that dog is really a gentleman, do you?"
Song Xiang shrugged, "No."
Duan Ge hummed, stretched out his hand and pulled her towards the venue, still complaining about Lin Cong.
"That bitch is the best at pretending, and he also likes to cheat on people behind their backs. If you don't want him to sleep in vain, stay away from him."
Song Xiang was a little confused when he heard that his words were wrong, "Didn't you tell him my contact information?"
Duan Ge stopped, as if he heard some big joke, "Me?"
Song Xiang nodded, "Yes, that's what he said when he contacted me."
Duan Ge thought for a moment, then cursed "fuck" with a look of disgust on his face, "Nine times out of ten, it was those fools like Xu Tailang who said that."
"How do they know my contact information?"
Duan Ge had a dark face and a bad tone, "I wanted to help you get business, so I gave them your contact information."
Song Xiang felt warm in her heart and reached out to pat Duan Ge on the shoulder, "You are really interesting."
Duan Ge's expression changed and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you touched?"
Song Xiang nodded, "I'm touched."
"Then be my girlfriend." Duan Ge said bluntly.
Song Xiang couldn't help but roll his eyes, "I take back the emotion I just felt."
Duan Ge snorted, "What's the difference between verbal touching and Bai Nu Ping?"
Song Xiang had no choice but to change the topic quickly, "Young poor man, tell me about your holiday with Lin Cong. I think you two seem to have a grudge?"
Duan Ge's eyes were a little evasive and he didn't answer immediately.
Song Xiang's intuition was that he had stepped into the young master's minefield, and he regretted opening his mouth.
By chance, as they entered the venue, Wang Yong, who was still wearing a bandage on his head, came over to greet them with a smile on his face.
"Young Master Duan's visit is really a blessing."
This guy is already fat, but he was hit just yesterday. His face and head are swollen, and he looks very funny.
Duan Ge was already in a bad mood, but Wang Yong bumped into him and blocked his gun.
He glanced at the other party coldly, "My face is not meant to reward you, so there is no need to be so cheerful."
Wang Yong: "..."
The corners of Song Xiang's mouth twitched, and she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh directly.
Wang Yong was scolded by Duan Ge, and his swollen face became even more swollen. He opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't think of anything to say.
Song Xiang cleared her throat and came out to smooth things over, "Director, you were hospitalized yesterday. How come you were discharged so quickly?"
"Mr. Wang is dedicated to his work."
Jiang Tingting suddenly appeared, twisting her waist and holding champagne, as if she were attending a senior dance, standing next to Wang Yong but ogling Duan Ge.
"Master Duan, please don't bother our Mr. Wang. If it weren't for welcoming a distinguished guest like you, our Mr. Wang would still be in the hospital."
She cooed, sounding like she was speaking to Wang Yong, but in fact her eyes were glued to Duan Ge.
Duan Ge usually doesn't like women of this hexagram, let alone one with the word "Sell" plastered on his forehead.
He subconsciously wanted to fight back mercilessly, but Song Xiang beside him beat him to it.
"Director, Mr. Duan is straight-tempered, don't worry about it."
Wang Yong didn't dare to care. He laughed dryly and still held Duan Ge.
"I understand, young people with personality like Mr. Duan must have a temper."
After saying that, he turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation to Duan Ge.
"Please come in, I've reserved a seat in the first row for you."
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. Although Duan Ge was in a bad mood, he couldn't continue to choke at this point, otherwise it would look like he was bullying others.
He grabbed Song Xiang's hand, passed Wang Yong, and walked toward the exhibition venue in an arrogant manner.
Song Xiang looked helpless. The young master had offended people along the way, but she was the one who paid for it in the end. Wang Yong had no way to deal with the young master, but he was capable of dealing with her.
Duan Ge led her to the center of the exhibition hall, where everyone gathered around a new McLaren and talked about it. The car model next to it had a beautiful face and was showing the beauty of the combination of people and cars from all angles.
"More than eight million is a bit expensive." Someone commented in a low voice.
Song Xiang poked his head around and scanned the car, feeling a little moved.
"Do you like it?" Duan Ge suddenly asked.
Song Xiang nodded, "Who doesn't like it?"
Duan Ge looked at her, caught the glimmer of light in her eyes, and felt his heart beat abnormally.
He thought to himself, what's so good about these broken cars and ghost car models? They are far inferior to Song Xiang.
"I'll give it to you." He opened his mouth almost without thinking.
Song Xiang was stunned.
People nearby who heard the sound also looked over, wanting to see who was so heroic.