Tang Yu hesitated for a moment, then pulled Song Zhixing's hand off his neck. She seemed very unhappy, her brows knitted together. However, Tang Yu just said in a deep voice: "Send her back to the room upstairs."
Du Hui nodded. Boss Wang came over and said earnestly, "Let's send her upstairs to save you two trouble."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand to Song Zhixing. However, before he touched her, Tang Yu's cold eyes shot over, making people feel cold in their hearts. He could only laugh dryly and retract his hand, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Du. By the way, Yalin, which room does Xingxing live in?"
Yalin seemed to have just come to his senses after a dream, and quickly replied: "Room 2304."
Tang Yu looked down at the girl in his arms, then at Du Hui. Du Hui received the message and picked up Song Zhixing horizontally.
She was drunk and seemed to vaguely know that the person holding her was not Tang Yu, so she struggled uncomfortably for several times. Because of those struggles, the necklace she had been wearing around her neck was accidentally hooked on Du Hui's tie clip, and when neither of them noticed, it broke and fell to the ground.
"Hey, Xingxing, your thing..." Before Yalin could even utter the word 'dropped', a big hand had already picked up the tiny thing from the ground.
Tang Yu held the necklace, stroking it lightly with his thumb, and looked at her again, his eyes becoming increasingly deep.
He thought that, given her personality, she would have thrown the necklace away long ago. He had never turned on the GPS on his phone since three years ago.
"Second Master, I'll take you out." Mr. Wang made a polite gesture. Tang Yu silently put the cherry blossom necklace into his pocket and walked out. A group of people followed him.
"Second Master, regarding this cooperation, what do you think..." When they arrived at the hotel entrance, Mr. Wang brought up the matter again.
"If there is any news, I will have someone contact you." Tang Yu did not give in. His expression was as serious as ever, which made Mr. Wang unclear about his intentions. But he did not dare to say anything more. When the driver drove over, he quickly stepped forward to open the door for Mr. Tang.
After watching Tang Yu leave, Mr. Wang and his party slowly straightened up. Ya Lin asked, "Mr. Wang, do you think this cooperation is promising?"
"I can't tell whether this is a good idea or not. It all depends on Song Zhixing."
"Song Zhixing?" Yalin was confused. "Come to think of it, what is the relationship between Song Zhixing and Second Master? They clearly know each other."
"Yes." Mr. Wang nodded, with a bit of business acumen in his eyes, "I think it's far more than just knowing each other."
Last time in Lingfeng City, when he sent Tang Yu out of the banquet, he saw Song Zhixing get into Tang Yu's car. Who would have thought that this girl would actually send her resume to him. He originally just wanted to give it a try and take a gamble, and it turned out that there was a surprise.
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Song Zhixing drank a lot of wine and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when she woke up, she felt a splitting headache and a dry throat. She wanted to get up and drink some water, but as soon as she moved, her right leg hurt so much that her face turned pale.
What is going on
She sat up in pain, lifted the quilt and saw that her ankle was swollen. She tried hard to recall, but she only remembered that she and Tang Yu had a few drinks last night and had a few words, but she had no memory of what happened in the end and how she came back to this room.
Song Zhixing sighed, looked at his feet, and muttered, "I can't drink carelessly anymore."
She slid down from the bed in frustration and tiptoed to the bathroom. Every step was painful. She was still wearing the same skirt from last night, which was really in the way.
She still smelled of alcohol, which was terrible. She endured the pain, took off her clothes, and stood under the shower. She closed her eyes, and her mind unconsciously recalled Tang Yu's questioning and accusations against her last night.
What did he say about her last night? Low-class. Yes, low-class.
She curled her lips. All of Song Zhixing's experience in this area came from Tang Yu, but in the end, he called her low-class. She really wanted to yell back at him.
She thought casually, and subconsciously reached for her neck. Empty!
Unable to believe it, she touched and touched again, and finally, she turned off the shower head, jumped out of the shower room barefoot and looked in the mirror. The mirror was foggy and it was not clear, so she wiped the fog away with a towel, revealing her smooth neck, which made her eyes dim.
The necklace is missing!
Where did it go? When did it fall
She tried very hard to recall what happened last night, but she just couldn't remember. Not caring that her hair was still wet, she grabbed the bathrobe and wrapped it around herself, jumped into the bedroom, and pulled back the quilt on the bed. She also threw the pillows all over the floor. The desk was also in a mess.
But no! I can't find it anywhere!
Song Zhixing changed his clothes and prepared to go to the club to ask - he must have been drunk yesterday and didn't pay attention. Maybe it was left in the box.
When she opened the door and was about to go out, she almost bumped into someone accidentally. When Song Zhixing looked up, she saw her boss standing at her door. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang. Didn't I bump into you?"
"No. Are you going out?"
"Yeah." Song Zhixing nodded, "I... left something behind, 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. "Is it here with you?"
"What's wrong with your legs?" Mr. Wang didn't answer. He looked down and saw her legs half hanging. Song Zhixing was a little embarrassed, "Sorry for last night, I was drunk. This leg... Actually, I don't know what happened to it."
"Then don't just stand there. Let's go downstairs and find a place to sit and talk. After we're done, you can go to the hospital and get your leg checked out."
"Okay." Song Zhixing nodded. In front of the boss, in order to maintain her image, she put her feet down and walked with her feet raised, trying to look relaxed. As a result, when she reached the coffee shop on the first floor, her face turned pale from the pain. What on earth did she go through last night? How did she get herself into such a mess
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Song Zhixing had been thinking about her necklace. As soon as she sat down in the coffee shop downstairs, she asked, "Boss Wang, is my necklace in your hand?"
"It's not with me." Mr. Wang ordered skillfully and closed the menu. "It's with Mr. Tang."
"Um?"
Mr. Wang nodded in confirmation, "When Mr. Du was sending you back to your room last night, the necklace fell to the ground and was picked up by Mr. Er."
"You mean... it was Du Hui who sent me back to my room?"
"Yes. Master Tang specially asked Mr. Du to send you back. I see, Master Tang treats you... differently." When Mr. Wang said the last sentence, there was a hint of depth in his eyes.