Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Yu groaned and pulled Song Zhixing's hand from his neck. She seemed unhappy and frowned. However, Tang Yu only said in a deep voice: "Send her back to the room upstairs."

Du Hui nodded. Mr. Wang came over and said earnestly: "Let's send her up, save yourself the trouble."

While he was talking, he reached out to Song Zhixing. However, before she met her, Tang Yu's cold eyes shot at him, making her heart cold. He had to pull his hand back with a smile, "Then trouble Mr. Du. By the way, Yalin, which room does Xingxing live in?"

Yalin seemed to have a dream, so she returned to her, and quickly returned: "Room 2304."

Tang Yu looked down at the girl in her arms, and then looked at Du Hui. After receiving the message, Du Hui directly held Song Zhi horizontally.

She was drunk and seemed to know that it was not Tang Yu who was holding her, and she was struggling uncomfortably several times. Because of those few struggles, the necklace she had been hanging around her neck was accidentally hooked to Du Hui's tie clip. Both people broke and slipped to the ground without notice.

"Well, the stars, your things ..." ‘dropped’, before Yalin had time to say, a big palm had picked up the little thing from the ground.

Tang Yu held the necklace, rubbing his thumb lightly, looking at her again, his eyes darkened.

He thought that because of her nature, this necklace had been thrown away by her. Since three years ago, the GPS on his phone has never been turned on again.

"Second Lord, I'll send you out." President Wang politely gestured. Tang Yu silently put the cherry blossom necklace in his pocket and went out. A group of people crowded behind him.

"Er, this cooperation, you see ..." At the door of the hotel, President Wang mentioned it again.

"If there is news, I will let someone contact you." Tang Yu didn't relax. The look was as solemn as ever, which always made Wang always unclear of his intentions. But he didn't dare to say anything more. When the driver drove over, he quickly stepped forward and pulled the door for Tang Erye.

After watching Tang Yu leave, President Wang and his party slowly stood up. Yalin asked: "General Manager Wang, do you think there is any drama in this cooperation?"

"There is no drama, I can't see it. I have to watch Song Zhixing."

"Star of Song?" Yalin was confused, "Speaking of, what is the relationship between Star of Song and Er Ye? They clearly know each other."

"Well." Mr. Wang nodded, and there were a few businessmen in his eyes.

Last time in Lingfeng, when he sent Tang Yu out of the banquet, he saw that Song Zhixing finally got on Tang Yu's car. Who would have thought that this little girl actually sent her resume to him. He originally wanted to give it a try and bet on it, and it turned out to be a surprise.

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Song Zhixing drank a lot of wine and fell asleep.

The next day, when I woke up, I just felt a headache and a dry throat. She wanted to get up to find water to drink, only to move, and her right leg hurt her face white.

What happened?

She sat up in pain, opened the quilt, and saw that her ankle was swollen and tall. She tried hard to think back, but just remembered that she had a few drinks with Tang Yu last night and spoke a few words, but what happened in the end and how she returned to this room, she had no memory .

Song Zhixing sighed, looked at his feet, and muttered, "I can't drink anymore."

She slipped down from the bed in depression, and tiptoed carefully into the bathroom. Every step was painful. He was wearing the skirt from last night, which was a great obstacle.

She still smelled of alcohol, and it smelled bad. She tore the pain, undressed, and stood under the shower to shower. Closing my eyes, my mind unconsciously remembered Tang Yu's voice questioning and complaint against himself last night.

What did he say about her last night? Low level. Yes, it is low.

She pouted. All of Song Star's experience in this area came from him, Tang Yu. In the end, she was scolded by him, and she really wanted to yell back at him.

She thought about it casually, touching her neck subconsciously. empty!

Can't believe it, touched and touched, in the end, turned off the spray head, barefooted out of the shower and looked into the mirror. There was fog on the mirror, and she could not see clearly. She wiped the mist with a towel, and her smooth neck was exposed, making her eyes dark.

The necklace is gone!

Where did you go? When did it fall?

She tried hard to remember what happened last night, but she couldn't remember. Regardless of her hair getting wet, she grabbed her bathrobe and wrapped it around, jumped into the bedroom, and lifted the quilt off the bed. She also threw pillows all over the floor. The desk was also messed up.

But no! I can't find it anywhere!

Song Zhixing changed his clothes and was going to ask at the club—it must have been drunk yesterday and he didn't notice. Maybe it's in the box.

When I opened the door and was about to go out, I almost collided with the visitor. When Song Zhixing looked up, he saw that his boss was standing at his door. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, President Wang. Didn't I hit you?"

"No. Are you going out?"

"Um." Song Zhixing nodded. "I ... something has fallen and I want to go out and look for it."

"Are you looking for the necklace you usually wear?"

"You know?" Song Zhixing was pleasantly surprised. "Are you here?"

"What's wrong with your leg?" President Wang didn't answer. Looking down, he saw her half-hung leg. Song Zhixing was a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry last night, I'm drunk. This leg ... Actually I don't know how to get it."

"Don't stand like that, let's go downstairs and find a place to sit and talk. After talking, you quickly go to the hospital to take a good look at this leg."

"Okay." Song Zhixing nodded. In front of the BOSS, in order to maintain her image, she put down her feet and stomped away, pretending to be as relaxed as possible. As a result, when he reached the coffee shop on the first floor, his entire face became white. What did you experience last night? Why are you so embarrassed?

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Song Zhixing has been thinking about his necklace. As soon as he sat down in the coffee shop downstairs, he asked, "Mr. Wang, is my necklace in your hands?"

"Not here." President Wang ordered the order skillfully, and closed MENU. "In the second son Tang."

"Ok?"

The head confirmed by President Wang, "When Mr. Du brought you back to your room last night, the necklace fell to the floor and was picked up by the second elder."

"You mean ... was Du Hui sending me back to the room?"

"Well. Er Er Tang deliberately asked Mr. Du to bring you back. I think Er Er is very different to you ..." When President Wang said the last sentence, he felt a little deeper.