sweet wife unattainable

Chapter 373 Why is the photo not Lan Shichu?

Not long after Jiang Xun left, Lan Shichu also left.

Song Yan'an called for the bill.

Wu Yang put down the jewelry in his hand, took the bill and the credit card machine, and came to Song Yan'an, "Brother, this is the bill."

Song Yan'an nodded, took out the gold card in his wallet, and handed it to her.

Wu Yang took it, and his slender fingertips unconsciously touched his.

The temperature of his skin was slightly cooler, Wu Yang was taken aback, his heart missed a few beats, and when he raised his eyes again, he was looking sideways at her with deep eyes.

He obviously decided not to like her anymore, but as soon as he saw her, he would be so addicted that he couldn't extricate himself.

She thought, if he didn't have someone he liked, it would be fine...

"Are you and Jiang Xun a couple?" He put his wallet on the table and asked suddenly.

Wu Yang was dumbfounded, "No, we are just friends."

"I saw him give you a gift just now." Song Yan'an sipped his coffee with a deep meaning in his words.

What do you mean by that?He saw it?and then?

Is he unhappy?
Wu Yang didn't know how to answer, so he said softly, "You have seen it all."

"I saw it by accident." His tone was slow and cool, "Do you have a good relationship with my cousin Ye Mei?"

"not bad."

Song Yan'an smiled, his emotions couldn't be seen, "If I said that Jiang Xun and Ye Mei have gotten very close recently and often drink together, what would you think of this matter?"

What do you mean?Wu Yang's mind was full of question marks, he hesitated for a moment, and asked, "And then?"

Song Yan'an frowned, "Aren't you sad?"

"Why should I be sad?"

Song Yan'an seemed to think that she was too lip-smacking, so she drew back her brows and sighed, "Forget it, you can experience it slowly."

Wu Yang pouted, what exactly do these words want to express?
In fact, what Song Yan'an wanted to express was that Jiang Xun seemed to be having an affair with two girls at the same time, and these two girls were Wu Yang and Ye Mei, but she couldn't tell at all, she was really dull enough.

In the end, Song Yan'an didn't want to talk about it anymore, anyway, it's none of his business, let her figure it out slowly.

However, although Song Yan'an was kind, she guessed the other party completely wrong. Wu Yang liked him, not Jiang Xun, so even if Jiang Xun had affairs with ten girls at the same time, she would not be angry and sad. Who told her to wholeheartedly It's all on Song Yan'an.

After Song Yan'an left, Wu Yang began to sigh again, chewing gum, wandering around the desk.

"Miss Wu." Little Xing knocked on the office door.

Wu Yang raised his head, "Come in."

Xiaoxing came in and handed her a wallet, "Miss Wu, I found this wallet when I was packing up the tableware at table 26. It seems to belong to that gentleman. He forgot to take it just now."

Wu Yang raised his hand to take it, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy. With this wallet, he could see him again, but the more we met, the deeper it would become, and she was afraid that she would want to withdraw at that time. I can't do it anymore.

Slowly opened his wallet, there was a photo inside, but...it was not his favorite Lan Shichu.

It's a cut photo. The back of the photo is a villa with full glass windows, like a family portrait. Many people stand together, but he only cut out the two people in the middle, himself and a smiling person. A bright young girl, he was wearing a spotless white shirt with soft eyes.And the girl, wearing a festive red New Year's costume, is holding a group of fat chow chows in her hands.

This photo was probably taken many years ago, so it is already a little yellowed.

Wu Yang took out the photo and flipped through it left and right.

If she remembers correctly, the woman in this photo should be Su Yi, Lan Shichu's sister-in-law.

Why is it not Lan Shichu but her sister-in-law Su Yi that Song Yanan treasured in her wallet?

Wu Yang couldn't understand this question, perhaps, she actually understood a little bit, but she thought it was impossible, so she shook her head and denied her thoughts.

"Xiao Xing, please return this wallet to Young Master Song."

"Yes." Xiaoxing nodded, took the wallet from Wu Yang's hand, but before he could take two steps, Wu Yang called him back.

"Forget it, you come back."

Xiaoxing turned around with a confused look on his face.

Wu Yang took two deep breaths, as if he had made a decision, he stood up and said, "I'll deliver it myself."

*
Wu Yang changed back to his long ginger shirt with printed letters, and underneath it was a pair of white cropped trousers with suede stiletto heels.

Picking up her light purple Concubine Diana bag, she took two steps and felt that something was wrong. When she came back, she put the bag in her hand on the desk. As a waiter, if she carried such a conspicuous and extravagant bag to see her Him, then exposed.

Changing a reusable bag in the store, she put his wallet in it, and went out the door with a little joy.

Sometimes, love is such a strange thing, you tell yourself that you can't like him, but you can't help but do things that can get close to him.

It might be a mistake to fall in love with him, but she might regret not seeing him.

Compared with mistakes, she thinks that regrets are more irreversible, so mistakes should be wrong, the big deal is, when the time comes, she will use her heartache to die as the price of her impulse, just hope that there will be no regrets for the rest of her life...

Crossing the road full of traffic, she looked up, and the building above her head soared into the sky, so high that it made people's eyes dazzle.

Wu Yang sorted out his emotions and walked into the lobby.

Although she didn't have his phone, but with this wallet, it was not difficult for her to see him.

She walked to the front desk and asked politely, "Excuse me, is this the company of Mr. Song Yan'an?"

"Yes." The front desk lady stood upright with a friendly smile, "May I help you?"

Wu Yang said warmly: "Then please tell Mr. Song that he accidentally left a wallet while eating in our restaurant. My surname is Wu."

"Okay, I'll ask for you." The front desk lady dialed the number of the senior management, and soon, someone said something, the front desk lady hung up the phone, and politely said to Wu Yang: "Miss Wu, Mr. Song asked you to go up to see him."

"it is good."

Wu Yang carried the recycle bag into the elevator dedicated to the CEO.

The elevator goes directly to the 72nd floor, the top floor.

The person who came to pick her up was Song Yan'an's secretary Han Yisu. Han Yisu stood outside the elevator, and when he saw her, he said, "Miss Wu, you are here."

"Yeah." Wu Yang smiled and got out of the elevator.

Han Yisu led her and said, "Boss Song is still busy, so he specially asked me to come here first and wait for you."

Wu Yang smiled, "It's just a wallet, don't bother."

Han Yisu just laughed, and brought her to the CEO's office. The CEO's office was full of floor-to-ceiling windows. At this time, there were a few men standing inside, playing indoor golf and discussing projects.

Han Yisu knocked on the door and said, "President Song, Miss Wu is here."

Song Yan'an nodded with a calm expression.

Han Yisu arranged Wu Yang in front of the sofa outside the CEO's office, and poured a glass of water over, "Miss Wu, drink water first, President Song will be here soon."

"Okay." Wu Yang picked up the glass of water and drank slowly.

Song Yan'an was not in a hurry to get out of the office.

From Wu Yang's vision, he was facing her with his back. With a slight push of the golf club in his hand, the golf ball slowly moved forward and accurately entered the hole, and then there was a faint Everyone around him clapped their hands. Song Yan'an smiled, handed the club in his hand to the assistant, took a warm towel, and wiped his white and slender fingers.

Wu Yang stared blankly, and felt that he was far away in his heart. Although he never showed a superior attitude to others, he never shouted loudly at others, and he didn't have any tricks or methods of being a domineering president, but it was inexplicable. Feel expensive and distant.

*
After about a few minutes, Song Yan'an came out of the office and closed the door to block the sound from the office.

The environment was suddenly quiet and delicate.

Song Yan'an smiled at her with gentle eyes, "The front desk said, did you find my wallet?"

"That's right!" Wu Yang came back to his senses, and handed over the recycle bag in his hand, "The ones you left in my store will now be returned to their original owners."

Song Yan'an took it, without looking at the wallet in the bag, just smiled slightly, and handed her a beautiful envelope, "Thank you for coming here specially, this is my thanks to you."

"What is this?" Wu Yang couldn't help asking, could it be money?

(End of this chapter)