Daddy, Mommy has Cheated on You!

Song Qingge already has an idea: "Annie, I'll go to the bank later, and you'll stay in the company. If the court comes to seal them up, you must stabilize them and delay as much as possible."

Just as she was about to go out, sister Qin came over in a hurry. "Miss, no, there are a lot of reporters coming from outside. They say they want to interview you."

If it is true, there are a group of reporters outside the carved gate.

This kind of scene, since Song Yaru stroke hospitalized, song Qingge has met many times, from the initial panic, to now indifferent.

"Old clock, stand by." She put on a light camel cashmere overcoat over her business suit. "I'm going to the bank."

Five minutes later, a black Audi A8 drove out of the Song family.

I don't know who said, "that's song Qingge's car..." Then, a large group of reporters gathered around the car body, and the car was forced to turn off. There's only one person in the back of the car with the glass on it.

The reporters rushed over, and all kinds of voices gathered:

"Miss Song, Roche Group made it clear today that you and Chen Shao have cancelled their engagement. Do you know about this in advance?"

"When the Song family was in trouble, Chen Shao cancelled his engagement. Do you think it was a downfall?"

"Did Chen Shao cancel his engagement with you under the pressure of his family?"

"Did Chen Shao mention the cancellation of the engagement first?"

When the gate of the Song family was in a mess, a BMW quietly drove out of the back door, bypassed the gate and drove to the city center.

"I saw song Qingge in that car!" I don't know who said that.

All the reporters who just swarmed up scattered, and the drivers and motorcyclists chased the direction of BMW.

When song Qingge was relieved, she accidentally found the reporter in the rearview mirror. She was so flustered that she stepped on the gas again and ran the red light.

Along the way, she turned left and right, and made a big detour. Finally, she got rid of the reporters. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she bumped into a car parked on the street.

Without the slightest precaution, the huge inertia made her crash into the steering wheel. Fortunately, she was wearing a seat belt, but her chest was strangled by the seat belt.

Fortunately, she was driving an off-road vehicle, and the front of the vehicle didn't seem to be in any serious trouble. The Bentley Continental, which was rear ended by her, was just a simple scratch.

Strange, it's all rear ended. Why don't the people in the car in front come down and have a look?

Song Qingge sighs. It's the end of her chase. Naturally, she is in full charge. But she is still in a hurry to go to the bank and has no time to wait for the insurance company, so she takes a business card.

She approached Bentley Continental's window. The reflection of the glass showed her face. She looked carefully as if there was someone inside.

She tapped on the window.

The window came down slowly.

She handed in her business card and raised her professional smile: "Hello, this is my business card..." Suddenly, the smile is stiff, her face is inexplicably red, the next words swallow in the throat, can't say.

"Go out early in the morning to solicit business?" It was a familiar low voice last night. At the moment, he was wearing sunglasses, and his thin lips spoke with ridicule and disdain, "you really spell it."

Song Qingge was stunned. How could he meet him again in such a big city?

"Last night someone said don't let me ask who she is?" He snorted, "in the twinkling of an eye, is the title coming again?" Staring at her, "is business bad?"

When she mentioned what happened last night, she was not at ease. When she didn't recover, he took the business card from her hand and put it in front of her. He hummed and looked at it playfully: "song Qingge..."

His voice was deep and mellow, and when he pronounced her name, it was tempting. She listened to the heart beat uneven, hot face, very unhappy stare at him, but unexpectedly, found a flash, God, the reporter came.

She a flustered, suddenly snatched the business card, hurriedly turned on his car.

Looking at the red BMW leaving in a hurry, Gu Fengcheng took off his sunglasses. His eyes narrowed slightly and his thin lips sneered, "song Qingge..." She sent it to the door by herself. Did she think she could escape? Of course, he didn't mind spending some time with her playing a cat and mouse game.

When a cat catches a mouse, it first plays with it. When the mouse is exhausted and dying, it bites it to death. In the end, of course, it has no fur left. However, the ending seemed too bloody. He had to change the way he played.

Flash repeatedly, someone exclaimed: "it's Mr. Gu!"

Smell speech, Gu Fengcheng cold face, the car window rises slowly, a step on the accelerator, Bentley Continental quickly left the reporters' line of sight.

When song Qingge arrived at the bank, she saw that the people in the bank took the materials and said that they wanted to go to the court. She stopped her and said that she wanted to see the president, but the receptionist said, "President Gao is in a meeting."

In her view, it was obvious that it was a buck passing.

Imminent, she had to see President Gao, so heart a horizontal, pushed open the door of the meeting room.

If it's really in a meeting, Qi's eyes look at her.Of course, song owes so much money that people in the bank all know her. In her eyes, there is sympathy, contempt, and more disdain.

She was reckless. Song Qingge was embarrassed and said, "President Gao, I want to talk to you about song's loan."

"Don't you see the meeting?" That high president cold hum a voice, didn't give her good facial expression at all, "get out!"

In front of so many people, this "roll..." Words let her astringent hair tight, she reluctantly Yang lip, "high President..."

Then she pushed out the door of the meeting room, which was closed by two people.

This is not the first time. In the past month, she has experienced countless debt collection, and has been turned away by many false relatives and friends who used to call her uncle and elder brother. She has tasted the coldness and warmth of the world.

My cell phone rings, and it's my good friend Xu Wan, "I have a million, which has been remitted to your card."

"Where did you get so much money?" Song Qingge was surprised that Xu Wan was just an unknown little star in the 18th line, who had not made ends meet some time ago.

Xu Wan's voice is a little hoarse, "money is not much, you first help, sister at present also only this ability, no more."

"Xiaowan, thank you," song Qingge choked. When the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, even her fiance could not avoid breaking her engagement. But Xu Wan, a friend who grew up together, offered her a helping hand.

"What do you do with such affectation?" Xu Wan became angry and urged her, "song Qingge, listen to me. The money is not for nothing, but it has to be paid back."