Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 37
"I just found out now, isn't it a bit late?"

This text message on the phone crushed the last shred of hope in Qian Mengmeng's heart.

It turned out that it was really him!
Too much, what on earth is he trying to do?
The images of that day flooded into my mind unconsciously.A body full of masculine oppression, cold and soft lips, everything made Qian Mengmeng's body tremble uncontrollably.

The phone suddenly rang cheerfully.

Qian Mengmeng regained consciousness and saw three large characters written on the screen, "Mr. Song."

He is calling!Qian Mengmeng turned pale with shock.

As a result of being frightened, the machine in her hand fell from a height with a snap, the back cover was lifted, the battery popped out, and the body was separated...

The cut-off sound from the mobile phone made Song Huaijin's face darken in an instant.

How dare you hang up his phone?very good!

Throwing the phone on the table, Song Huaijin got up and told Linda, who was standing beside her so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe, "Book me a ticket to Feishudian."

Want to escape on board?It's not that easy!
When Song Huaijin saw Jing Chen's post, the first thing Song Huaijin thought of was the stupid crying face of a certain idiot.

The inexplicable fall on the set, the swollen left cheek from being beaten, and the missing lunch box, as long as the IQ is normal, everyone knows that she has been bullied.

However, since it is mixed in this line of work, it is inevitable to suffer from these.

He's just using her, there's no need to bother about it.

However, even so, Song Huaijin was inevitably a little surprised when he saw the news.

With suspicion, he asked Jing Chen, and got an ambiguous answer.

36D... Mr. Song pondered for a while in his rare impression of Qian Mengmeng.

Well, there should be.

After getting the "exact" answer, Song Huaijin dialed the phone in the next second.

What happened next needs no elaboration.

Gritting her back teeth, thinking for a moment in her heart, Song Huaijin raised her eyes and called Linda who was leaving in a hurry, "Bring the things I asked you to buy in New York."

Linda was stunned for a moment, then smiled back, "Okay, Mr. Song."

……

Qian Mengmeng, who didn't understand her own fall and made a terrible misunderstanding, frantically connected the phone back up, and sadly found that the screen was broken.

Almost instantly, she heard a certain grandfather on the red soft girl coin say to her, "You will lose me soon."

Hey!
There were footsteps coming from behind, Qian Mengmeng turned around with a sad face, and saw Song Qian and Su Weiran walking in one after the other.

"Mengmeng, what's the matter?" Song Qian asked her with a smile, "Who made you unhappy?"

Qian Mengmeng raised her mobile phone, "The phone fell."

"Hey, what's the matter, I endorsed a mobile phone a while ago, and they gave me several, let me give you one."

"Ah, can you?"

"Okay, I have one on hand, and I'll ask Xiaoyue to bring it to you tonight."

Qian Mengmeng was flattered by Song Qian's generous care.She quickly thanked Song Qian, and at the same time thought to herself, that's great, no need to spend money! QQ
Because she was happy, Qian Mengmeng didn't see Su Weiran standing behind Song Qian, clenching her fists with her teeth clenched.

And, the corner of Song Qian's mouth evoked a hint of a meaningful smile.

"Why is Qian Mengmeng so lucky! Even Song Qian takes care of her!" Su Weiran's eyes turned red.

The clothing explosion incident at noon was like a big slap, which made her face hot and painful.

Huge hatred and depression that urgently needed revenge, like a beast, screamed crazily in her mind.

Now she can't wait to throw Qian Mengmeng into the frying pan.

(End of this chapter)