Just as Song Xiang was looking out, she received a text message from Wang Yong on her phone, which made her confused.
Duan Ge didn't like her attention being diverted, so he chewed the candy in his mouth hard, "What are you looking at?"
Song Xiang put away the phone and shook his head, "Nothing, work arrangements."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a louder sound outside, and the clear voice of a saleswoman came.
"It's severe cold!"
Song Xiang was shocked, raised his head, and looked towards the door in disbelief.
However, there were too many people blocking the way, and she couldn't see the scene at the door at all. She could only hear the lively discussions of the people around her.
Duan Ge saw the change in her eyes, and his face turned dark instantly, "You invited Yan Han?"
Song Xiang was speechless, "I'm crazy to invite him!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Liu came out of nowhere and flicked his tongue at her.
"Song Xiang, I am convinced that you can even invite Yan Han."
Song Xiang: "..."
Duan Ge: "...ha!"
Song Xiang couldn't explain clearly. One was older than the other, and the debt between her and Yan Han hadn't been settled yet. The man might have come to arrest her and go back to sign the contract.
"There are a lot of people here, why don't we go out through the back door to get some fresh air?" She looked at Duan Ge, a little flattering.
Duan Ge originally didn't want to see Yan Han. Seeing her sincere suggestion, his mood improved and he shrugged casually, "Whatever."
Song Xiang quickly turned around and walked ahead to lead the way.
"There are a lot of motorcycles outside. I think they are much more handsome than cars."
She tried her best to liven up the atmosphere, hoping not to offend Duan Ge, otherwise she would be besieged on all sides.
Duan Ge is a motorcycle player and he was a little interested. "You get in the car and I will take you for a ride?"
Song Xiang couldn't ask for more. Duan Ge was today's distinguished guest, so it was the most speechless thing for her to follow him out.
"Okay, there happens to be a racing track nearby."
The two of them hit it off immediately, and there happened to be no glaring presence like Yan Han and Lin Cong around, and no one was visiting the motorcycle park, so the atmosphere became more harmonious.
Duan Ge tried a Harley. The sound was loud and more exciting than a sports car.
He tossed his hair casually and threw the helmet to Song Xiang in a cool and elegant manner, "Get in the car!"
Song Xiang caught the helmet, arranged her hair and put it on, walked to Duan Ge, and reminded loudly: "Don't go through the south gate, the south gate is blocked!"
In fact, the south gate is wide and convenient for parking. Song Xiang felt that Yan Han's car must be parked at the south gate, and she didn't want to cause trouble.
In the front seat of the car, Duan Ge was wearing a helmet and couldn't hear clearly. He could only vaguely hear the word "South Gate".
"knew--"
Song Xiang felt relieved and hugged Duan Ge's waist tightly, excited that he was about to leave the center of danger.
The roar of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle rang out, and it circled around the exhibition venue before slowly driving out of the venue.
Song Xiang was wearing a helmet and couldn't tell the direction. He never thought that Duan Ge would go wrong, so he was very relieved.
Duan Ge walked all the way to the south gate and found that there were really no cars around, so he gradually accelerated his speed.
Suddenly, the front of a black car came out of the corner!
Duan Ge braked suddenly and almost rolled over.
Song Xiang was sitting in the back, and she clearly felt the motorcycle parking space shake. She subconsciously landed on her feet, and then opened the front cover of her helmet.
"What's wrong?"
She was sitting in the back, unable to see what was happening in front of her, and was at a loss.
Duan Ge sat in front of her, face to face with the black car opposite, and his eyes instantly darkened.
Seeing that he was not moving, Song Xiang felt something was wrong and took off his helmet with force, "Why are you..."
Before she could finish her words, she was completely shocked by the scene in front of her.
At the main entrance of the south gate, there was a row of luxury cars, all of them big shots who came to stay in the cold weather.
The crowds pouring out of the venue also crowded into this area, and the originally empty venue was almost filled to the brim.
There was a black Lincoln stretched across in front of her and Duan Ge, and the license plate number was very familiar.
Song Xiang swallowed, and her eyes gradually moved, staring at Lincoln's back seat.
Just then, Wang Yong ran out of the venue with a swollen face and tried to open the door, but he didn't even touch the door handle. The bodyguard blocked him.
The car door opened and a girl's high-heeled sandal stepped on.
Song Xiang was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, he suspected that he had remembered the wrong license plate number.