Chapter 22 Shall I make a small sacrifice for my sister?
Take Xiaorong!
Jiang Fanxing's words lingered in his ears. Song Tang felt his cheeks burning. When he remembered the battle last night, his ears turned red.
There are quite a lot of dog men.
He also said he had no experience before?! He was a lie!
Don't believe him!
Song Tang was distracted for a while, turned around and glanced at the president's office. The glass wall without the curtains was very transparent, and he could see the man who was focused on his work at first glance.
A focused man is the most charming, and the seriousness in his eyes is the most attractive.
Within his eyes, there was a teddy bear doll on his desk, the size of his palm, which was easy to ignore.
Actually, she saw it when she first entered his office, but from the front, she could only see a brown head. She thought it was the rag that was falling from the cleaning staff cleaning the desk.
She thought at the time that cleaning was too careless.
Now, when I look from the side, I find that it was Little Teddy.
Song Tang's pupils tightened, and his heart tightened as well.
At that time, he was cool, handsome and high-profile, but he could drill in and out of the dog hole in the corner of the Song family's wall at night, just to stand downstairs and look at her from a distance.
She said she couldn't go down, and he shook his head and said it was okay, he had a gift to give to her.
So he drove a drone and sent a little Teddy doll to her.
Like a fool, he could stand outside and control the drone, but he had to get in just to get closer to her.
The year they had secretly fell in love, there were also many romances and sweetness, but later she didn't want to remember it, and she really forgot it over time.
He is really different from the cool and handsome boy seven or eight years ago.
At that time, he was arrogant and cool on the surface, but in fact he didn't even dare to kiss her secretly.
Now he tricked her into bed and did everything.
Tsk, why did you think again?! She patted her forehead twice in annoyance.
At this moment, Rong Chuqin suddenly turned his head and looked at her. When her eyes met, she was numb. She was stunned for two or three seconds before changing the hand that was slapping her forehead to stroking her hair. The movement was too
It was so awkward that I stroked a large squall of hair.
With a "drip", a message came in from my phone - "I'm so cruel to myself, can I pull my hair?"
“…”
Another one came in - "Mingtian's agent is also called Zheng Fanxing. Is it the same one? If so, do you want to make a small sacrifice for your sister?"
Song Tangzai looked at the message carefully twice. Since the boss personally hinted, she naturally refused everyone.
——"Tonight, Xingyao Club sincerely invites Mr. Rong to gather."
--"Come in."
Seeing these two words, Song Tang's scalp was numb and he couldn't untie the mess even if he pulled his hair.
What is this relationship now?
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At the Fu family party, the news that Rong Chuqin held hands with Song Tang did not come out much, but the news that Song Yuan was beaten by Rong Chuqin in the stairwell kept fermenting.
Rong Chuqin was also wronged. It was obvious that Song Yuan beat people first, but it was rumored that he oppressed Song Yuan.
However, even so, no one accused Rong Chuqin of this. They were saying that Song Yuan was useless and the Song family was incompetent.
In the study, Song Zhigao's voice became louder and louder, cursing his incompetent son, "Don't be confused anymore, otherwise the entire Song family will be destroyed in your hands."
Song Yuan knelt on the ground, his upper lip was swollen, his nose bridge was bruised, and the whites of his left eye were red and blood clots.
Rong Chuqin's punch was really fierce, so he couldn't go out to meet people for at least a week.
Wen Meixi cried quietly, wiping her tears and said, "I am not my biological child after all, but I have raised her for so many years. She is just a ungrateful wolf. Song Yuan has been so protective of her since she was a child. She watched Song Yuan be beaten.
, have the heart to bear it?"
Song Yuan: "Mom, this is not something that can't be blamed on Song Tang."
He was actually a little guilty. He was impulsively annoyed Rong Chuqin. He would have stopped drinking if he had known it.
Wen Meixi: "Are you still talking to her? She is now valued by Mr. Rong, and she is both proud of her marriage and career. These are the ways we paved for her."
Song Yuan: "Mom, you said it was wrong."
Wen Meixi: "Then you tell me, is Song Tang in the fire pit now? Is she suffering?"
Song Yuan couldn't answer. He no longer knew which words were true and which words were false.
Wen Meixi was crying. Song Yuan was her son. How could she not know what he thought about Song Tang? But they were cousins and close relatives. How could it be possible? So, how could it be that Mr. Rong was a few times.
When she hinted that she wanted to marry the Song family, the first thing she thought of was Song Tang.
First, Rong Chu Qin had a very poor reputation and she was unwilling to push Song Shu into the fire pit. Second, it was also for Song Yuan to cut off that thought early.
Wen Meixi calmed down and bent down to help her son up. He advised him with kind words: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Things are already like this. Fortunately, our family's crisis was resolved and Mr. Rong was born.
I believe that the stake will get better and better in the future.”
As she was talking, Song Shu downstairs screamed, "Dad, mom, brother, Fang Zijun is here, Fang..."
When Song Zhigao heard this, his eyes widened, his body stiffly took two steps back, and his hands trembled like a sieve.
Wen Meixi and Song Yuan also trembled and looked at Song Zhigao at the same time.
"Ah... Let me go, dad, mom, brother... help..."
Song Shu downstairs was screaming, and the three people upstairs were jumping wildly.
Song Zhigao turned around and ran to the window. This was the second floor and the lawn was below. This was the only place he could escape.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Wen Meixi grabbed her husband, "Song Zhigao, if you leave today, you will be a fucking man."
Song Zhigao had one foot turned up the window frame, grabbed the curtain with one hand and pushed it with the other, "I'm not here, he will leave after a while. I'm sorry for you and the child, let me go."
This time, Wen Meixi really cried, "How many times did you tell you not to bet, but you just don't listen. You can't leave, you can't leave, Song Yuan, help hold your dad."
There was a sound of smashing and smashing downstairs, and the sound was shaking.
There was also Song Shu, her hoarse voice with a little despair, "Dad, Mom...Brother..."
"Help... Come down quickly, help...ah, don't touch me, don't touch me..."
They are clearly all on top, but why are there no one?
The sound of footsteps came from the stairs. After a while, Fang Zijun's desperate voice rang in the corridor on the second floor, "Song Zhigao, you'll have to pay it back when you have money. Why bother to let your daughter, a delicate girl, suffer?"
"If I don't come out, I can't wear the crotch of my brothers under me."
The three of them inside were so scared that they didn't dare to show up.
Wen Meixi grabbed her husband's arm tightly, for fear that he would run away if he was not careful, "What they want is money, not death, but if you run away, none of us three women will survive today."
Taking a few deep breaths, looking at her confused husband and her useless son, Wen Meixi forced herself to calm down and said, "I have a way, I have a way." This chapter has been completed!