Chapter 550

A moment later, Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya slowly looked up.

What caught her eye was Tang Song holding the silk stockings, his gaze gentle and calm.

He didn't seem angry, and there was even a hint of pleasure hidden in his eyes, as if he were quite satisfied with this "gift."

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya was dazed for a moment.

This always cold and rational Tang Zong had always been a more difficult existence to approach than Jin Dongshi in her heart.

That kind of deep-rooted awe made her preset the worst ending countless times before missions.

But she didn't expect reality to be so... dramatic.

The atmosphere eased slightly.

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya bent down slightly, her tone respectful: "Tang Zong, then I won't disturb your rest."

Tang Song put down the silk stockings in his hand and looked at her, his eyes gentle: "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Shangguan. It's quite late now, do you want to sleep here for a night? There are many empty rooms."

"Ah—no, no need, Tang Zong!"

Her eyes widened for a moment, and even the roots of her ears turned red, "I've already booked a hotel, it's just nearby."

Tang Song smiled and didn't try to persuade her anymore, "Alright, then wait a moment, I'll get something."

"Okay." Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya nodded repeatedly, watching his back disappear behind the door.

Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The "psychological shadow" left by the previous Tang Zong was too deep.

So much so that every time she faced him, she felt she had to be careful even when breathing.

But to be fair, the current Tang Zong is really handsome!

Broad shoulders and narrow waist, strong body, clean and refreshing, with a clear jawline like a sculpture.

If put on the screen, he wouldn't lose to those popular male stars at all.

Although the previous Tang Zong was also handsome, he really didn't pay enough attention to his image; whether it was his outfit, hairstyle, or body management, he was very casual.

Now with such an appearance, matched with his "god-level core," he is simply the perfect male god.

He and Jin Dongshi are truly a match made in heaven.

Looking forward to the moment they stand together again.

Just as Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya was fantasizing, footsteps came again.

The silk stockings in Tang Song's hand had disappeared, replaced by an exquisite picture frame.

It was slightly larger than A4 paper and framed extremely elegantly.

"Help me take this back and hand it to your Jin Dongshi."

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya took it with both hands, looked down at the content in the frame, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

On it was a sketch of Jin Dongshi, vivid and lifelike.

She was wearing her iconic professional suit, her brown long hair was pinned up with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair hung on both sides of her cheeks.

A pair of eyes were deep and bright, as if they could penetrate the paper and reach the heart.

The whole picture was full of delicate emotions, and every detail was depicted vividly.

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya couldn't help but hold her breath, her voice full of irrepressible excitement: "Okay, Tang Zong, I will hand it to Jin Dongshi personally!"

She could imagine how happy Jin Dongshi would be when she saw this sketch.

Tang Song patted her on the shoulder, a bright smile on his face.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Shangguan. Speaking of which, our first meeting should have been in October 2016, at Smile Investment in the Imperial Capital; in the blink of an eye, it's been 7 years. Compared to back then, you have matured a lot and become much more excellent."

He had obtained 3 【Feathers of Memory】, among which the first one had the shortest time span and the clearest memory.

He also had a deep impression of Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya, Jiang Yourong, Qin Qin Yingxue, and others.

Upon hearing this, Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya's lips trembled, and her eyes suddenly became a bit sour, "Thank you for Tang Zong's recognition, I didn't expect you to remember so clearly."

Those dusty memories surged like a tide.

Of course, she remembered the scene of meeting Tang Song for the first time.

She also remembered how high-spirited and stunning this 18-year-old Tang Zong was.

He stood there like a beam of light, making people unable to look directly at him.

The elevator went down slowly.

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya leaned against the smooth metal wall, her heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the flush on her face faded, restoring her consistent calmness and elegance.

Ding, the elevator door opened slowly at B1.

"Da da da—" Footsteps sounded.

"Ms. Sister Shangguan!" The driver waiting quickly opened the rear door.

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya didn't get in the car immediately, but first put the carefully packaged sketch into the car, ensuring it wouldn't be crushed or damaged.

Only then did she bend down and sit in, her movements calm and clean.

"Go to Lanfeng International Hotel." Her voice was calm and clear.

"Received."

The Maybach started and drove out of the underground parking lot steadily.

The city's neon lights shone in through the car window, casting mottled light and shadows on the glass.

The night wind drilled in from the slightly opened gap, bringing a hint of autumn chill.

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya picked up her phone and dialed Jin Dongshi's number.

"Hello, Jin Dongshi, the task you arranged has been completed."

"Oh?" Jin Mi Shu's tone rose, "Tell me in detail!"

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya lowered her voice and described her operation of "throwing out the silk stockings," and added Tang Song's reaction.

Jin Mi Shu smiled: "Very good, Sister Shangguan, you did an excellent job, I am very satisfied."

"Thank you for the compliment, Jin Dongshi." Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya was a bit flattered.

This was the first time Jin Dongshi had praised her in such an appreciative tone.

Jin Mi Shu paused and continued: "Since you have already arrived in Yancheng, then handle the matters there while you're at it."

"Okay, Jin Dongshi." Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya replied immediately, "Regarding Jiang Yourong, I have already contacted her and will meet her officially tomorrow."

"Hmm." Jin Mi Shu's voice was slightly deep, as if thinking about something.

A moment later, she added: "And the matter of Tian Tian Chengye's Jinxiu Trading shares, you register a shell company to acquire the shares in his hands. Before Tian Jing's birthday, inform Tang Zong of the situation of this company. Just treat it as a birthday gift I prepared for him to give to Tian Jing."

"Understood, I will arrange it immediately." Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya nodded seriously, her gaze slightly condensed.

Hanging up the phone.

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya leaned back in the seat, her eyes flickering, knowing that Jin Dongshi was in a great mood now.

Originally, this part of the shares in Tian Tian Chengye's hands was a tool used by Jin Mi Shu to beat and train Sorry Xiao Jing.

But after experiencing this small interaction, Jin Dongshi seemed to have given up some means and turned to handle Sorry Xiao Jing in a gentler way.

Thinking of that eccentric Sorry Xiao Jing.

Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

Sorry Xiao Jing obviously hadn't realized what kind of "opponents" she was truly facing.

Not only Jin Dongshi's attention, but even behind the crisis of Huineng Electronics, Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue's shadow was looming.

October 21, 2023, Saturday, sunny to cloudy, 11~22°C.

Tang Song opened his eyes, his gaze first falling on the black silk stockings by the pillow.

A smile slowly rose on the corners of his mouth.

Accompanied by the notification sound of the bank account arrival on his phone, a new day officially began.

Getting up, exercising, showering, styling his hair, the whole process was meticulous.

Then he walked into the cloakroom.

He adjusted the phone stand and lighting, and started recording today's "account material."

Douyin followers were about to break 400,000, and today he planned to record a "luxury cloakroom makeover" video.

First segment of material: He walked into the frame wearing a white loose T-shirt and loose sports shorts.

Second segment of material: Use a comic hand to gently block the camera.

Third segment of material: When the camera was clear again, he had changed into a high-end suit, with exquisite shirt, cufflinks, and watch, his shoulder lines were clean, and his whole temperament was elegant.

The transition was clean, the rhythm was brisk, and with the popular BGM, a short video enough to attract followers was produced.

Although he didn't show his face throughout, every detail in the video was an eye-catching weapon.

These elements superimposed, none of which was not a catalyst for a hit.

After editing the video, he sent it to Douyin.

Tang Song checked the time, stretched, changed into 【Autumn Encounter】, and walked out.

The morning light of autumn had already risen.

The world is still early, and the mountains and rivers are already autumn.

The air carried an icy chill.

The leaves on both sides of the street had been dyed golden and orange-red, and occasionally a gust of wind blew, causing a few leaves to fall.

Tang Song walked through the morning street leisurely, his steps stepping lightly over the scattered branches and leaves.

The sun slanted on his side face, outlining perfect contour lines.

Occasionally, young ladies passing by would stop their steps uncontrollably, staring at his figure,

unable to recover for a long time.

Infinite fantasies surged in their hearts.

After walking for a while, Tang Song found a breakfast stall with good business at random.

When queuing to order.

The little girl in charge of ordering was stuttering, unable to speak clearly,

her face was flushed, and she would steal glances at him from time to time, trying to hide her inner panic.

Tang Song had a warm smile on his face.

He ordered a steamer of soup dumplings, a bowl of hot and sour soup, and two tea eggs.

Seeing a stall selling meat sandwiches next to it, he bought one by the way.

With the improvement of his physical fitness, his appetite became particularly large.

Eating these for breakfast was just right.

After sitting down, Tang Song took a bite of the crispy meat sandwich, and the familiar fragrance spread between his lips and teeth.

Tang Song hesitated for a moment, picked up his phone, took a photo, and sent it to Cheng Qiuqiu.

Recently, this female designer didn't seem to have nightmares anymore.

However, the growth rate of 【Dream Flower Seed】 was still very fast, which showed that his "treatment" for her frigidity should be very useful.

Zhuxi Community.

In the dim bedroom, the curtains were not drawn, and only the faint light of the phone screen was shining.

Cheng Qiuqiu was sitting on the head of the bed, holding her phone tightly, her eyes staring at the screen without blinking, her fingertips constantly sliding and typing, as if she was fighting a silent battle.

Following He He Yiyi's debut in the live broadcast room yesterday, HEYISTUDIO sparked intense discussion in a small range.

Naturally, some people noticed Tang Song's "brand cultivation" on Opening Xiaohongshu.

The superposition of the two brought traffic to him.

Old fans also gradually knew that HEYISTUDIO was actually the brand of big streamer He He Yiyi, and they were currently in a boiling and excited state.

At the same time, many haters were naturally born.

She had successfully infiltrated two "April" fan groups.

Today is the weekend, no work, so she had been acting as a "self-made water army" since before 6 AM, "working" at high intensity for almost two hours.

She didn't even have time to eat or change clothes.

Not only was she active in the group, guiding discussions, but she had also been patrolling April's Opening Xiaohongshu account.

Seeing someone spray April, she jumped out; seeing someone praise, she was the first to like and forward;

She read every April-related note on Opening Xiaohongshu carefully and interacted actively.

"Ding dong—" The WeChat notification sound suddenly rang.

Immediately after, two messages popped up:

【Tang Song: Meat sandwich. jpg】

【Tang Song: "It doesn't seem as delicious as the one you brought me before; is it probably psychological?"】

Seeing this message, her heart skipped a beat, and she sat up straight, her orange-brown long hair jumping.

She clicked on the chat box, bit her lip gently, and started typing a reply: "Okay, then I'll bring you one on Monday; you can tell me in advance whatever you want to add."

Taking a deep breath, she clicked send.

Then, her gaze stared at the phone screen without blinking, waiting for Tang Song's reply.

After a while.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

【Tang Song: "Okay, then I want the grand slam, the most luxurious version."】

The corners of Cheng Qiuqiu's eyes raised slightly, and she crossed her legs, starting to rack her brains to chat with him.

She was very bad at communicating with people; every time she chatted with Tang Song, she had to carefully consider every word, and even rehearse the dialogue several times.

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, afraid of making him unhappy.

Actually, it wasn't just with Tang Song; she would occasionally be like this when chatting with colleagues and classmates.

But in the eyes of the other party, it was that she was relatively cold and alienated.

She also knew this problem, but unfortunately, she couldn't change it.

【Tang Song: "You just woke up, go eat too, bye. (#hug)"】

Seeing the emoji at the end, a layer of unnatural flush appeared on Cheng Qiuqiu's face.

Her fingers rubbed the hem of her base shirt hard, and a struggle flashed on her face,

She had an impulse to send him a hug emoji too, but in the end, she didn't dare.

She just replied softly: "Okay, bye."

Putting down her phone, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu sat on the bed, dazed for a few seconds.

But soon, she got up to change clothes, wash up, and tidy her hair.

The whole person seemed to be injected with new energy, becoming full and vivid.

Opening the bedroom door, she walked into the living room.

A figure came into view.

Cheng Qiuqiu's steps paused, and a look of panic flashed on her face.

Gao Gao Mengting was sitting in the living room, wearing casual clothes, wearing head-mounted Bluetooth headphones listening to music, and holding a copy of "Norwegian Wood."

"Senior sister, morning."

Hearing the sound.

Gao Gao Mengting put down the book, looked up and said: "Morning, Cheng Qiuqiu, I brought you breakfast, eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you, senior sister." Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head, her voice very light.

Gao Gao Mengting took off her headphones, stood up and came to her side, patted her on the shoulder, "Thank you for what, you've worked hard these past few days, now that the visual identification system is done, don't work overtime recently, get some good rest."

"Hmm." Cheng Qiuqiu nodded, not daring to look directly into Gao Gao Mengting's eyes.

She was just "chatting hotly" with the senior sister's boyfriend, and now suddenly facing the senior sister's concern, the guilt in her heart was indescribable.

She also knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she just couldn't control it.

After sitting down at the dining table.

Gao Gao Mengting smiled and said: "Didn't you agree with Gao Gao Junfeng to buy a motorcycle today? What time did he say he would come to pick you up?"

"He said a little after 9."

Gao Gao Mengting blinked, her tone teasing: "You two can be considered quite destined. You were neighbors before,"

"college alumni, and after graduation, you are both in Yancheng. Now he is even buying a motorcycle; could it be that he is going to make a move on you?"

"No, senior sister." Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head repeatedly, her tone serious and carrying a hint of panic: "It's because the leadership likes it, so he bought it. We are just ordinary friends, and you know my situation—"

Her voice got lower and lower, as if afraid of being heard.

Regarding her frigidity, she didn't care much before, but now for some reason, she felt particularly uncomfortable in her heart.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this."

Gao Gao Mengting interrupted the topic and started chatting with her about entertainment gossip.

9:30 AM.

"Ding ling ling—" The phone rang.

Cheng Qiuqiu looked at the caller ID and quickly connected the phone, "Hello, Brother Gao Junfeng."

"Oh, okay, I'll go down in a while."

"Bye."

Hanging up the phone, she let out a light breath and got up to walk to the wardrobe.

Because she had to help test drive the motorcycle, she changed into a relaxed and sporty outfit.

Oversize sweatshirt, paired with black pencil pants and sports shoes, and finally wearing a baseball cap identical to Su Yu's.

Everything was done, she checked the time, picked up her crossbody bag, and went downstairs.

Pushing open the unit door, a familiar figure came into view.

Wearing a gray casual outfit and white sports shoes, tall and thin, with handsome features, looking like a "senior-type male lead" in a TV series.

"Brother Gao Junfeng." Cheng Qiuqiu showed a shallow smile, her tone natural, but carrying alienation.

They had known each other for more than ten years, from neighborhood neighbors to college alumni, and later both stayed in Yancheng to develop, knowing each other too well.

Precisely because of this, she also knew very well what kind of distance there should be between them.

To avoid the other party having misunderstandings.

"Good morning, Cheng Qiuqiu." Gao Gao Junfeng smiled brightly, "This outfit today suits you very well, it looks particularly comfortable."

"Thank you." Cheng Qiuqiu smiled and didn't say much.

"Let's go, get in the car."

Gao Gao Junfeng waved his hand, walked toward a black Audi A6L, gentlemanly pulled open the passenger door, and made a "please" gesture.

Cheng Qiuqiu nodded, took off her crossbody bag, and sat in.

Her movements were clean, her hip curves were charming, and her long leg lines looked particularly outstanding wrapped in black pants.

The whole person exuded a charm that was hard to ignore.

Gao Gao Junfeng stood outside the car, his gaze lingered on her for a few more seconds, a flash of heat in his eyes.

"Pop—" The car door closed.

The Audi A6L started slowly and drove out of the community gate.

Gao Gao Junfeng held the steering wheel, casually caring about Cheng Qiuqiu's recent work, his face carrying confidence and calmness.

Recently, it could be said that it was the highlight of his life.

While other classmates were still working hard to integrate into the workplace, he was already doing well in the Zhongcheng Group as an assistant to the vice president.

For example, this Audi car was allocated to executives by the company.

After he opened his mouth, the vehicle management department passed it directly, giving him a "temporary vehicle."

Carrying a beautiful girl at this time, he had a feeling of "spring breeze proud horse hoof disease, looking at Chang'an flowers in one day."

Actually, he originally proposed to let Cheng Qiuqiu drive her Suzuki GSX250 to carry him to pick up the car.

However, this cold girl refused without hesitation.

He was already used to this.

He had known her since Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu was 13.

He knew that she was different from ordinary girls and extremely repulsive to contact with males.

So he gave up after secretly chasing for a while.

Later, he went to college and became the school's popular figure and school hunk; there were too many excellent girls around him.

Rich kids, top students, and successful big sisters—he gradually let go of his obsession.

After all, the wealthy beauty he ideally wanted was the type of Qin Hua or Tian Jing, with strong family background and high emotional intelligence, who could pave the way for him and add points in upper-class social circles.

In contrast, although Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu was stunning, her background was ordinary and her personality was cold.

Born in the countryside, her father died early, and her mother was just running a small shop.

Once they were really together, it would definitely drag him down.

However, he admitted that this face and body were really fragrant.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's temperament was like a piece of uncarved ice jade; the colder she was, the more he wanted to conquer her.

Especially this outfit today, the lines, temperament, and bone structure were all perfect without any flaws.

His gaze wandered involuntarily between her side face and leg curves.

Not talking about the future, if they could maintain a "distant ambiguous state," that would be a just-right enjoyment.

Thinking of this, Gao Gao Junfeng licked his lips subconsciously, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.

"Beep beep beep—" The harsh horn sounded.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu frowned slightly, reminding him calmly: "Brother Gao Junfeng, the light is green."

"Oh, oh." Gao Gao Junfeng came back to his senses, released the brake, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the intersection.

More than ten minutes later.

The Audi A6L drove slowly into Hengda Car Dealership.

Parking the car steadily, the two walked into the dealership gate together.

What caught their eyes was a wide and bright space, luxuriously decorated, with metal and glass intertwined, and rows of brand-new motorcycles parked neatly inside.

The lights hit the car body, flashing with the cold light unique to machinery.

Because it was the weekend, there were many people in the showroom, and the atmosphere was lively.

Accompanied by the "da da da" footsteps, a female salesperson walked up quickly, with a proper professional smile on her face.

"Hello, you two, is there anything you need?"

Gao Gao Junfeng took out his ID card and handed it over, "I'm here to pick up a car, I've pre-ordered it before, this is my ID." "Okay, please wait a moment."

The female salesperson took the certificate and led the two to the counter.

After operating on the computer quickly, she looked up and smiled: "Mr. Gao, you pre-ordered the 2023 Honda CM500, right?"

"Hmm, that's right."

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu was stunned, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it CM300?"

Gao Gao Junfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, chuckled and said: "Forgot to tell you, I originally wanted to buy the CM300 you recommended, but later I thought about it and decided to go all the way."

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu said worriedly: "CM500 has a larger displacement, and you are a beginner, so there will be control pressure."

"Hehe." Gao Gao Junfeng shook his head indifferently, "It doesn't matter, just get familiar with it."

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's lips moved, wanting to say something but stopping.

A few minutes later, the order was printed.

The female salesperson smiled: "You enjoyed a discount of 3,000 yuan, the balance of 58,800 yuan has been settled, you only need to pay another 7,400 yuan, covering purchase tax, insurance, and license plate fees. Take a look, if there's no problem, I'll process it."

Gao Gao Junfeng glanced at the pre-order form, "No problem."

"Ding," the payment success prompt sounded.

The female salesperson smiled brightly: "Mr. Gao, you can wait in the lounge for a while, we will handle the car pickup procedures for you immediately. However, since there are many customers today, you might have to wait a little while."

Hearing this.

Gao Gao Junfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly chuckled: "By the way, is your Manager Zhang here? I'm Gao Gao Junfeng from Zhongcheng Group, the car order was helped by him, I want to say thank you in person."

The expression on the female salesperson's face became much more vivid, "Oh my, so you are Manager Zhang's friend! Wait a moment, I'll go see."

"Hmm." Gao Gao Junfeng nodded faintly and sat on the sofa.

A few minutes later, the female salesperson returned with a smile, enthusiastically: "Mr. Gao, our Manager Zhang is in a meeting, but he has specifically instructed to prioritize your car pickup procedures, and the procedures have been processed in advance!"

"Thank you."

"You are too polite." The female salesperson looked at the two, "What would you like to drink? We have coffee, tea, and juice."

"Coffee." Gao Gao Junfeng looked at Cheng Qiuqiu, "What about you? Cheng Qiuqiu."

"I'll drink hot water."

Soon, two drinks were delivered.

The female salesperson said goodbye politely, leaving the two sitting quietly in the lounge.

Gao Gao Junfeng sipped his coffee leisurely, deliberately turning his head to look at Cheng Qiuqiu, his tone relaxed: "Handling things is like this, you need some connections to push things forward. Hengda Car Dealership is the largest motorcycle dealer in Yancheng, and I have a good relationship with their sales manager Zhang Wenan. In the future, if you want to change your car, you can also come directly to me to arrange it, I guarantee the price will be beautiful and the service will be thoughtful."

When saying this, the corners of his eyes carried obvious self-satisfaction.

Two days ago, he received a call from Manager Zhang, telling him that the car had been paid in full and arranged personally by President Wang.

He didn't even say an extra word and got a motorcycle worth nearly 60,000 for nothing.

This is the benefit brought by power; without any effort, he can have resource tilt.

"Okay, thank you, Brother Gao Junfeng."

However, what disappointed him was that Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu didn't have any reactions like admiration or shock.

She was still as cold as snow.

Gao Gao Junfeng's heart skipped a beat, as if the carefully arranged stage suddenly lost its audience.

Painful!

He frowned slightly, put down his coffee cup, and changed to a more "intimate" tone: "Don't be polite with me, we've known each other for so many years, I can be considered your closest friend. I've always treated you like a younger sister; in the future, if you have any matters in life or work, you can come to me at any time."

While speaking, he deliberately turned sideways, leaning closer, seemingly wanting to pull out a bit of "ambiguous tension" from the close distance.

Unfortunately, it still had little effect.

Gao Gao Junfeng let out a breath, stood up and said: "There is a CM500 in the showroom, why don't we go see the car first? You teach me and get familiar with the operation."

"Hmm, okay."

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu nodded and followed him toward the depths of the showroom.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women is a configuration that attracts attention.

The two walked side by side through the display aisle, and many gazes focused quietly.

Gao Gao Junfeng stood beside Cheng Qiuqiu, one hand in his pocket, walking calmly, confident and free.

Not knowing who the opponent was.

He turned sideways slightly, looking at Cheng Qiuqiu's cold and beautiful side face, just about to say something.

At the entrance of the showroom, a sudden slight commotion came.

The crowd's gaze was drawn by some invisible aura, and they turned their heads one after another.

Gao Gao Junfeng noticed the abnormality, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then his steps paused.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu also followed and looked over, and then the whole person seemed to be frozen, staring blankly in that direction.

Brown leather shoes hit the marble floor, the Adam's apple under the caramel-colored turtleneck sweater was faintly visible.

His steps were leisurely, his expression gentle and indifferent, walking slowly from the showroom entrance.

The sun shone from the glass wall on the side, outlining his tall figure and clean contours just right.

Like a literary film, using the cleanest lens to zoom in on the focus at the quietest rhythm.

Cheng Qiuqiu's heart was tightened instantly, and she missed half a beat of breathing.

Her mind couldn't help but start to run wild.

Last time they met by chance on the road, she was sitting in Gao Gao Junfeng's passenger seat, and she even deceived him and Yao Lingling.

This time, accompanying him to see the car in the dealership, they met by chance again.

If it's misunderstood, how should she explain it?

What should I say?

For a time, she was anxious and at a loss, standing there.

Like a little girl who made a mistake, facing her suddenly appearing "guardian."