Song Xiang packed up her luggage and returned to the imperial capital that night. Wang Yong repeatedly tried to persuade her to stay, but she refused to go back on the grounds of long nights and heavy dreams. Wang Yong originally suspected that a competitor was causing trouble, so he let her go after some thought.
Song Xiang didn't get a good rest for two days, and when he got on the plane without Wang Yong beside him, he fell asleep without any precautions until the plane landed.
At three o'clock in the morning, she took a taxi back and was on guard all the way.
Exhausted, I got out of the car and walked gently towards home.
Suddenly she looked up and saw that there was a light upstairs. She almost thought she had seen it wrong, so she confirmed again and again that it was the light on the floor of her house.
She was the only resident on that floor, so the lights shouldn't be turned on.
To be on the safe side, Song Xiang dragged her luggage to the café opposite and observed people coming in and out.
It was almost dawn, and sure enough, someone came out of the building where she lived. Six people in total, all with unfamiliar faces, but the leader, Song Xiang, had the impression that he was Louis' bodyguard.
Her heart sank, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the suitcase's handle, quickly weighing the solution in her mind.
It's a pity to use the death-free gold medal that I finally got from Yan Han. If you want to plot against Louis, you have to take risks and lose some morals.
Damn!
She was so confused that she had a headache. She couldn't help but curse in a low voice. She buried her face in her arms and lay on the table to relax.
The morning sun shone into the coffee shop, reminding Song Xiang that another night had passed. She had the illusion that she was being urged to die by the King of Hell. It seemed that even if she passed this level, there would be endless problems ahead.
"It would be great if I also had a grandfather who was a military commander and a father who was a chairman." She couldn't help but squint her eyes and dream.
"Miss?" The waiter's voice shattered the beautiful dream.
Song Xiang came back to her senses, smiled apologetically at the waiter, and ordered two pieces of cake.
Sweet things make people happy, and her mood also sank.
Calmly drag your luggage to the company, and be vigilant when entering the door to make sure no one is entering.
"Why did Sister Xiang come back so soon?" Jiang Tingting covered her mouth in surprise.
Song Xiang was too lazy to pay attention to her, dragged her luggage into the office, and poured herself a cup of coffee first.
Jiang Tingting didn't care if she got stuck, and still followed her, asking about the gains of this business trip.
Song Xiang sneered in her heart. Wang Yong was too dissatisfied. He stared at Jiang Tingting and ate it alone. He insisted on dragging everyone to his bed, forcing her to do something for heaven.
"It's a nice job to go out with Director Wang. You don't have to worry about your performance for a month."
When Jiang Tingting saw Song Xiang ignoring her, she couldn't help but taunt her with that sweet smile on her face.
Song Xiang took a sip of coffee, passed by her, and said, "As long as you can sell it, whoever you go out with is not a good job?"
She had seen Jiang Tingting drive her client's sports car directly to work several times. It was obvious that Wang Yong was not alone.
Jiang Tingting didn't expect Song Xiang to be so straightforward, and even her sweet face would have a trace of blue. She was so angry that her eyes widened by the contact lenses, she wanted to scold Song Xiang but didn't dare.
Song Xiang walked away leisurely, completely ignoring Jiang Tingting's anger.
She packed up the business trip contracts, reported them all, and put all the results in Wang Yong's name.
The follow-up work was tedious, and she was busy all morning before finishing it. Just when she was about to take a rest, her phone vibrated continuously.
This is anonymous information again.
——Baby, you are hiding from me, you are not good.
In just a few words, Song Xiang recognized who sent it at a glance. Her heart had been able to withstand this kind of intimidation after several rounds of training. She sat expressionlessly on her seat and took a photo of her collarbone.
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Edit text message: I'm on a business trip, so I can't hide from you. I'll find you when I finish my work for the past two days, and I'll give you a big gift then.
Louis' message was quickly replied to, with no words, just a few unsightly selfies.
Song Xiang felt it hurt her eyes when she saw it, and she drank a lot of water to suppress her nausea.
Louis is probably calmed down and should be able to calm down in the next few days. However, a few days is already the limit, and it is probably impossible to delay it any longer.
Song Xiang leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and raised his head to face the ceiling. He reorganized the thoughts in his mind and hesitated whether to implement them.
She was in a trance when the office door was pushed open. Gu Wanru smiled at her and said, "Song Xiang, someone is looking for her."
Song Xiang frowned. She couldn't think of anyone who would come to see her at this time. She didn't have many friends in the imperial capital.
She collected herself and walked out of the office to the front desk.
In the hall, Jiang Tingting and Yang Liu stood aside, covering half of the woman sitting on the sofa.
Song Xiang was puzzled as to why such a big shot could allow someone as arrogant as Yang Liu to stand beside him.
As soon as she approached, Jiang Tingting took half a step back with a look of unwillingness.
The person sitting on the sofa finally revealed his true face.
Song Xiang was shocked. He never thought it was her.