The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 452 469: Just thinking of you will make you sad (1)

The coffee here is purely black coffee, and there is no saccharin and syrup, and I don't know what the Lu couple's taste is, anyway, Song Manxi can't accept it.

After the secretary left, she didn't touch that cup of coffee again, and the bitter taste on her tongue couldn't dissipate for a long time.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and the time passed by every minute.

Song Manxi stopped flipping through the magazine, raised her head and glanced at the time, she had been waiting for nearly an hour.

This meeting has been going on for a long time.

After putting down the magazine in her hand, she breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, raised her eyes to look into the distance, and saw a patchwork of high-rise buildings, white clouds, and a pleasant scenery.

Perhaps because it was too comfortable, Song Manxi closed her eyes in enjoyment, and the tiny broken light fell on her eyelashes.

With a "click", the door of the lounge was opened from the outside.

Song Manxi suddenly opened his eyes and looked back. It was the secretary who had gone and returned.

The secretary walked over slowly, with a hint of apology on his face: "Miss Song, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. The meeting is over. Our wife is waiting for you in the reception room now. Please follow me."

"Okay." Song Manxi nodded knowingly, walked to the glass table, picked up the folder and handbag she brought, and followed the secretary out.

But why didn't she let herself go to her office to discuss it, instead of going to the reception room?In the past, when she came to Qin Zixia for the contract, she asked the secretary to lead her directly to the office.

Although Qin Zixia's position in the Lu family is not high and she doesn't take much care of things, the size and design of her office cannot be underestimated.

Forget it, maybe it's inconvenient. Inviting her to the reception room is also a way to save face.

"Miss Song, please, our wife is inside right now." The secretary pointed her to a relatively secluded room, with a sincere expression and no flaws.

The brown solid wood door in front of him made Song Manxi hesitate.

She thought to herself, if she hadn't known Qin Zixia and her sister still had friendship with her, she would really have thought that she was tricked into selling her this time.

Song Manxi gave the secretary a puzzled look.

The secretary smiled respectfully and said, "Miss Song, please."

Song Manxi subconsciously bit her lower lip and nodded.

She always felt that the matter this time was not that simple, and Qin Zixia would not make such fools for no reason.

Nor would it take pleasure in fooling her.

Then there is only one possibility, and she has a deep meaning in doing so.

As for the deep meaning, I'm afraid she has to find out by herself.

Song Manxi stretched out her hand and pinched the doorknob of that door, pinching it tightly, the palm of her hand felt distinctly, she could even feel a little sweat from her palm.

She turned around, and at some point, the secretary had already left where she was standing.

This time, Song Manxi's doubts deepened, and the gloom deepened in those watery eyes.

She came back to her senses and twisted the doorknob, without much effort, just pushed the door open.

Song Manxi stepped in and looked at the furnishings here.

This reception room was still very bright and clean, the windows were wide open, and the white gauze curtains swayed faintly in the wind.

The bottom of the sheer curtain drags light across the floor, giving it the tranquility of a college studio.

There is a white grand piano by the window, and there is still a trace of wrinkles on the piano chair, it seems that the person who just left has not been away for a long time.

Going further inside, you will find that this is a library, and there are probably seven or eight bookshelves in general.

Just put it there so generously.

(End of this chapter)