Chapter 362 The hypocritical emotion called throbbing
Song Xiang was shocked by Su Man's nonsense. For a moment, her heartstrings swayed slightly. It felt very strange, probably just like how she felt when she first received Shuang Han's overtures.
This unfortunate feeling has a pretentious name - throbbing.
Sitting in the car, she read the word "pin" repeatedly and laughed out loud.
Gu Wanru, who was sitting next to her, glanced at her and said, "What's wrong?"
Song Xiang smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, "Nothing, I just remembered a joke."
Suman, who was driving in front, curled his lips slightly and looked at Song Xiang in the mirror, both of them understanding each other tacitly.
Song Xiang leaned on the back seat, feeling calm.
If Yan Han's attitude toward her is that he likes her, that would be really humiliating.
She was taken away by Louis, but he didn't help. She was splashed with milk tea in the mall, and he made sarcastic remarks next to her. She had just resigned, and he was about to find a new secretary.
Listing his evil deeds one by one in his mind, depression welled up and quickly annihilated some of the emotions that were about to emerge.
By coincidence, the car also arrived at Yueji.
Back in the office, Gu Wanru sorted out the bidding information again, not mentioning the Li Shengpeng just now.
Song Xiang sat alone in the office, thinking carefully.
Near four o'clock in the afternoon, Bo Zhan suddenly called her and sounded depressed.
"Sister, my car broke down near your company."
Song Xiang put down his pen and asked, "Is everyone safe?"
Bo Zhan responded dully and asked a little childishly: "Can you come and pick me up?"
Song Xiang was silent for a moment. She did not forget Yan Han's warning, and she felt a little suspicious in her heart.
Bo Zhan: "Sister?"
Forget it, let's settle the matter first.
She glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up and picked up her clothes, "You wait for me where you are, and I'll go find you."
"good!"
The voice that belonged exclusively to the big boy suddenly changed from depression to joy.
Song Xiang reluctantly hung up the phone, took the keys and went out.
The place Bo Zhan was talking about was right behind the company. She just drove half a street and saw the young man standing on the roadside.
On a hot day, he stood by the roadside with a very bad look on his face.
Song Xiang stopped at the roadside and first asked people to get in the car.
Bo Zhan got into the passenger seat. His tall figure made the front seat of the small car look cramped.
"A broken car, it was just driven out yesterday."
Song Xiang glanced at the cars parked on the side of the road. The Ferrari had just come out. How many people were waiting in line? The young man had only used it for one night, and a large piece of it had already been dented in the front.
She asked Bo Zhan to call someone to tow the truck, but the young master was too lazy to do it, so she had to do it for him.
As dinner time approached, she took Bo Zhan to a nearby restaurant first, as she must treat guests with hospitality.
"Why are you here near here?"
As soon as he sat down, Song Xiang asked a few questions casually.
Bo Zhan sat opposite her, with an open attitude, and said a little unhappily: "It's not that **** national standard."
Song Xiang was surprised, "Your family also wants to compete?"
If the Bo family takes action, then others can take a break.
Bo Zhan smiled, "My brother doesn't have that spare time."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and spoke while ordering: "Then why are you here?"
"Just going through the motions and taking a casual look at the factory." Bo Zhan spoke casually and winked at Song Xiang, "It's not like my sister doesn't understand. This kind of national standard is simply determined by default."
Song Xiang paused and looked up at him, "You know?"
Bo Zhan shrugged, with a nonchalant attitude, "It's just those few families."