The other person is probably in his early twenties, with red hair permed. If an ordinary person is ugly, he has fair skin, a pretty good face, and is all famous brands from head to toe. With such a mix, arrogance and unbridledness become wild.
Unruly.
Before Song Xiang opened his mouth, Jiang Tingting came forward first.
"Sir, are you the son of Mr. Duan the day before yesterday? I serviced that Mercedes-Benz."
She blinked her big eyes and carried the water up, her breast almost touching the man's arm.
"I really pounce on everyone I see."
Song Xiang heard Yang Liu sneer. It was obvious that this was not the first time Jiang Tingting had behaved like this.
She breathed a sigh of relief, persuaded herself to calm down, turned around and left.
"Did you sell it?" The young man was neither happy nor angry.
Just as Jiang Tingting was about to nod, the other party suddenly knocked over her tea.
"You think I'm the one who took advantage of me. The car leaked oil as soon as I left the car!"
Oil leak?
Song Xiang stopped and the onlookers gathered around.
Wang Yong finally came out of the office and said with a shy smile, "Mr. Duan, is there a misunderstanding? Our car is a new one."
"How do I know what you are up to?" The young man took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself skillfully, "Your female saleswoman is so fashionable, she might not even drive out the new car in the store to catch some cheats.
"
This man's words are really unpleasant.
Song Xiang took a breath and saw a circle of female employees who just stared angrily, and no one said anything.
"Sir, please speak with respect."
She still couldn't hold it back and turned to look at Duan.
Duan Ge was originally looking for trouble. He didn't like Jiang Tingting, a woman who looked like she could be ridden by thousands of people. When his eyes fell on Song Xiang, his eyes lit up.
She had a neat ponytail, light makeup on her delicate face, long and slender eyebrows, and a bit of a classical beauty. The corners of her lips were pressed down as if she wasn't happy, and she gave people a look that would make people's bones go numb.
Duan Ge became interested and raised his chin, "Who are you?"
Song Xiang straightened his back and walked forward and introduced himself: "I am Song Xiang. I made the order the day before yesterday, and I also received Mr. Duan."
"you?"
Duan Ge raised his head and glanced disdainfully at Jiang Tingting beside him.
Jiang Tingting's face turned red, she covered her face and ran away crying.
Duan Ge sneered and turned to Song Xiang, "Don't look like I'm bullying others. The car is still in the repair shop. Come with me and take a look."
Song Xiang was a little hesitant. Yang Liu gently pushed her arm behind her and whispered: "Don't go, it won't do anything good."
"It's fine if you don't go, then I'll sue you directly." Duan Ge raised his chin, wanting to be beaten badly.
Song Xiang had no choice but to face the other party's gaze and said, "I'll go with you."
"It's a good situation!"
Duan Ge was delighted. A smile appeared on his originally domineering face. He shook the key in his hand and walked out.
Song Xiang turned around, exchanged a helpless look with Yang Liu, and quickly went to the office to get her bag and followed him out.
Duan Ge drove a Porsche. When he saw Song Xiang coming out, he flicked his tongue and motioned for Song Xiang to take the passenger seat.
Song Xiang was naturally wary of these second-generation rich people. She didn't dare to say anything after getting in the car, thinking about how to deal with them later.
She was so quiet, which gave Duan Ge a chance to look at her.
Her skin is really white, her eyes are pretty, and the corners of her lips are depressed, which makes her look a bit pitiful and makes people...
Duan Ge held the car door with one hand, an unknown light flashed in his eyes, and stepped on the accelerator suddenly.
Song Xiang didn't expect that he would suddenly speed up and hold on to the door to steady himself, but his face turned pale with fright.
After finally holding on until the car stopped, she just calmed down. Duan Ge had already gotten out of the car before her, and actually drove for her himself.
"Look at you, you are so timid, your face is pale."
As he spoke, he actually reached out his hand to touch Song Xiang's face.
Song Xiang was startled and avoided it calmly, "It's okay. Please show me the car first."
"Okay." Duan Ge didn't look angry. He put one hand in his pocket and led the way. Every move he made was carefree.
The person at the repair shop was obviously very familiar with him, and he took the initiative to greet him, "Mr. Duan, are you here to see the car? It's not healed yet."
Duan Ge turned sideways and raised his chin towards Song Xiang, "Take her to see how serious the oil leakage is from the broken car."
The repairman was a good person and knew what it meant at a glance, so he led Song Xiang inside.
There were cars and parts all around, and there wasn't even a place to stand. The car that Duan Ge's father had taken away was held up by a jack and was in the back of the store.
Song Xiang knew it when she saw the scratches all over the car. When Duan Ge wasn't paying attention, she asked the repairman.
"Master, can you tell me what's wrong with this?"
The mechanic glanced in Duan Ge's direction and lowered his voice, "Miss, to be honest with you, I don't have the final say on how this car broke down. Mr. Duan has the final say."
Yes, this is too old.
Song Xiang gave a forced smile, said thank you, turned around and walked in the direction where Duan Ge was standing.
Duan Ge stood at the door, holding a car wash high-pressure water gun in his hand, playing with boredom.
"Mr. Duan, what outcome do you want from this matter?"
A woman's soft voice came from behind, and Duan Ge's hand holding the water gun shook and he almost couldn't hold it.