As soon as Song Xiang heard about Wang Yong, she knew something was wrong. When she looked up and saw the clock, it was already almost ten o'clock, and she slept through the whole morning.
I was able to get by yesterday, but I can't this time.
She struggled to get out of bed and almost screamed when she looked in the mirror. She had thick bags under her eyes, her whole face was dry and black, and there were some obscure scars on her lips. She looked like a female ghost.
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Shun Han, bastard!!!
She couldn't bear to scold herself, so she could only keep greeting Yan Han, and brushed her teeth with great force, as if all her strength was spent on Yan Han.
After finally finishing packing, she squeezed the subway to go to the company. Sitting on the rickety subway, she suddenly felt a little miserable. She had been living without a car for five years, and Yan Han, that bitch, had owned a racing city when he had just grown up.
Same person but different destiny, I hate it just thinking about it.
She gritted her teeth against the rich all the way, and could only limp when she got off the subway. As soon as she entered the company, she heard Jiang Tingting's sweet voice inside.
"You don't even know that Sister Xiang signed a contract for a sports car while you were away."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, would I die if you didn't mention it?
She walked in with difficulty and took the initiative to say, "Director, why are you back so soon?"
Wang Yong still had injuries on his face. Just now he was bragging about how bravely he fought against the gangsters. When he saw Song Xiang coming in, he hurried over.
"Xiao Song, your foot is not healed yet?"
Song Xiang waved his hand, "Stop talking, I got sprained again at the door of my house last night, and it was even worse than before."
She wasn't exaggerating. Even though the ankle was wrapped with a band of gauze, it was still red and swollen.
Wang Yong sighed twice and pretended, "You've endured hardship this time."
Song Xiang twitched the corners of his lips, "It should be."
"You have suffered so much, so I deserve to give you half of your performance." Wang Yong suddenly said.
Narrator: Everyone standing there looked at her, especially Jiang Tingting, whose eyes almost popped out.
Song Xiang was shocked. She put on an expression of disbelief on her face and refused repeatedly, "Director, this is not good. I just went with you and didn't do anything."
"You deserve to have suffered so much." Wang Yong patted Song Xiang's shoulder and said in a friendly tone, "Don't think you're not familiar with me. You'll become familiar with me every time you do it. This achievement is just a small matter.
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Song Xiang was secretly shocked. She didn't even have to look up. The eyes of the people around her must have been filled with jealousy, and they must have put her on Wang Yong's "ship".
She took a step forward, avoiding Wang Yong's touch, "Director, I'm going to confirm the progress of booking the car first."
"Go, go." Wang Yong suddenly became very talkative, and his eyes when he looked at Song Xiang were full of "love".
Song Xiang limped into the office with a circle of strange looks, and opened the backstage of the company with a depressed mood.
The program in the background was ready to pay the final payment. She happened to be fine, so she planned to call Yan Zhenzhen to ask, but she couldn't get through no matter how she called, and it kept showing that the line was busy.
Song Xiang was a little suspicious, restless, and his eyelids kept twitching.
She pinched her brows and told herself not to think too much, but her panic continued unabated and even developed into anxiety.
It was almost dinner time, and her calls were still not answered.
The office door was pushed open, and the colleague from the contract position who helped Song Xiang go through the procedures last time came in.
"Song Xiang, what happened to your balance payment?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Is there a problem?"
The colleague frowned and said, "We just called to confirm the reserved mobile phone number, but the other party stopped answering the phone."
Song Xiang knew in his heart that something was wrong, but on the surface he still wanted to stabilize the situation.
"Ms. Yan is very busy. I'll call you later. There will be no problem."
The colleague nodded. Thinking that the other person was Yan Zhenzhen, he instinctively thought it was okay, so he just said a few words and left.
Song Xiang took her cell phone to the tea room and kept dialing Yan Zhenzhen's cell phone number.
I don’t know how many calls I made, but the other party finally answered.
"Hello--"
It was Yan Zhenzhen who answered the phone in person.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said in a polite tone, "Ms. Yan, the car ordering process has been completed. Please tell me when you can pay the balance."
The other party was stunned for a moment and said in a surprised tone, "Order a car? When did I order a car?"
There was a bang.
Song Xiang felt like his brain was exploding.
"What do you mean?" She straightened up and couldn't control her tone.
Yan Zhenzhen laughed out loud on the other side of the phone, pretending to be shocked, "Oh my god, why can't I understand what you are saying?"
Song Xiang closed his eyes and said, "Miss Yan, this is no fun for you. The contract went to your account, and your assistant called me the money. If you don't pay the balance for this car, we have the right to pursue you."
legal liability.”
Yan Zhenzhen smiled coquettishly and said in a mocking tone: "Song Xiang, you are so interesting. You actually talked to me about legal responsibilities in such a serious manner."
Song Xiang tightened her grip on her phone, feeling the humiliation of being tricked go straight to her forehead. She kept doing self-construction to calm down.
However, before she could clear her thoughts before speaking, Yan Zhenzhen suddenly said: "By the way, I lent you the more than 800,000 yuan. You won't refuse to pay it back, right?"