Song Xiang really wanted to punch Lu Zechen. This guy's way of behaving was too much.
She bit her lip and glared at Lu Zechen fiercely. When she looked up again, she found that Yan Han had already walked towards them with a wine glass in hand.
He took a sip of wine, glanced condescendingly, and said, "Shiheng is the one who wants to be my little uncle. Please restrain yourself."
Song Xiang:???
Gong Shiheng almost choked to death on a mouthful of wine. Seeing that the fire was about to burn him, he quickly raised the white flag knowingly.
"Today is Song Xiang's home court. I beg you not to pay me any attention."
Lu Zechen clicked his tongue, but still didn't want to let go, "There's nothing we can do about it. There are so many people here, and President Song is happy to say hello to you."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, took a glass of champagne, and poured it directly into the cup that was not left in Lu Zechen's hand.
She smiled and said word by word, "Young Master Lu, you are so lazy!"
Lu Zechen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "That's easy to say."
Song Xiang turned around and rolled his eyes.
By chance, two seniors who were traveling together came over to propose a toast. They probably saw this group of the most prestigious rich young men in the imperial capital gathering together and decided to make friends one by one.
Song Xiang was like a child in front of this group of people. He had no experience and no family background, so he could only serve as a foil.
She understood in her heart, drank naturally with a natural look on her face, and then stood aside silently.
Yan Han stood in the center, still the focus of the conversation. He was the top business leader in the imperial capital at a young age. He was a rare figure all year round, but today he was particularly talkative. He would give face to anyone who came up to toast.
Song Xiang felt in his heart that he might be in a good mood, but in others' eyes, Song Xiang had face.
After going back and forth, even if Yan Han couldn't get a word in front of him, someone still came over to say hello to Song Xiang.
The word "Mr. Song" never stopped uttering, and the smiling faces that kept lingering in front of my eyes were all smiling.
Only now did Song Xiang truly realize that her identity was different from before. She could straighten her back and stand beside Yan Han, no longer as an accessory.
Thinking this way, her smile became more confident and her movements became more natural.
After several rounds, I drank a lot of champagne.
When no one was paying attention, she went to the bathroom midway.
It was very quiet near the restroom. Before Song Xiang walked in, he vaguely heard movement inside, as if someone was vomiting.
She acted like a master, held up her skirt and walked in.
The door of the cubicle just opened and a young woman came out.
Song Xiang took a closer look and was stunned for a moment. It turned out to be Wenxin.
Wen Xin's face was ugly, and her eyes flashed even more when she bumped into Song Xiang.
Song Xiang glanced behind her, a little suspicious, "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Wen didn't give her a good look, and passed her directly to wash up in front of the marble table.
"Are you very proud?"
The little girl's tone was sarcastic, and she sounded like a villain. She was completely different from the little white flower she had been more than a month ago.
Song Xiang found it funny, turned around and looked at Wen Wenxin's side face.
"At the peak of my life, I deserve to be proud."
Wen Xin lowered her face and turned her eyes hatefully, "How can you be proud of relying on a man to get to the top?"
Song Xiang crossed his arms across his chest and raised his chin, showing no timidity, "I have slept in severe cold, but I have never been in severe cold."
Wen Xin sneered, "How shameless."
"Whatever you think." Song Xiang spread his hands, looked at the little girl's pale face, and said, "I only give you one piece of advice."
"In the workplace, enrich yourself and stop daydreaming."
Wen Xin gritted his teeth and slapped it hard on the pool, causing water to splash in all directions.
Song Xiang didn't want to talk to the little girl anymore, so she picked up her skirt and entered the inner compartment.
She felt that Wen Xin was just a little girl who couldn't get her beloved toy. At most, she would just be a little tricky like she did when she revealed the news to Yan Zhenzhen, and nothing more would come of it.
She carefully unbuttoned her skirt and was about to squat down.
Suddenly, there were footsteps outside.
Song Xiang felt alarmed and quickly stood up and retreated.
The next second, a water column poured down from outside the partition.
There was a crash.
No part of the entire compartment was spared. Although Song Xiang retreated, the edge of her skirt was still stained with water.
She was stunned for a moment, then became angry.
I opened the door with a swipe and looked directly at the warm person holding a small water tank outside.
Wen Xin is not afraid at all, nor does he intend to pretend.
She opened her big watery eyes and shed two tears on the spot, "Sister Xiang, why are you looking at me like that?"
Song Xiang took a breath and was speechless for a moment. This girl was threatening her and telling her not to think about filing a complaint. No one would believe her anyway.
"You think there is no surveillance here, so you are safe, right?"
Wen Xin casually threw the small water tank away, and the ground was instantly covered with glass shards.
She crossed her arms across her chest, looking confident.
Song Xiang licked her lips and smiled, "Okay, that's really smart."
Wen Xin thought she was mad and wanted to ridicule her again.
Suddenly, Song Xiang suddenly raised his hand, his hand rising and falling.
Snap!
Wen Xin only felt pain on her face, and before she could react, Song Xiang slapped her again. She couldn't bear the force and was slapped to the ground.
A scream.
Debris on the ground dug into the girl's white legs.
The blood seeped out quickly, and Song Xiang was not afraid at all. She straightened her hair and smiled at Wen Xin.
"Don't worry, the company will pay the medical bills."
After saying that, regardless of Wen Wen's shocked eyes, he stepped out of the bathroom on high heels.