For example, now, when Shen Wei asked to see Song Jing, she couldn't even say her refusal.
Can only—
"Okay, I'll make arrangements."
For several times, Shen Wei only met Song Jing through Li Xiaotan, either deceived or deceived, or even calculated it, and then somehow developed that as long as Shen Wei wanted to see Song Jing, he must first look for Li Xiaotan.
Ten minutes later, on the ninth floor, Song Erye’s private office.
The man dressed in an improved Tang suit of silk, sitting behind his desk with a smile, holding a pen in his right hand and wearing a Buddhist bead on his wrist, looking bland.
Like a cultivator, there is no desire and no demand.
Ari is leaning on the back shelf, curly hair is lazy, and has a coquettish appearance.
The casual and lean movements seemed to be like the rows of antiques on the shelf were nothing but Chinese cabbage, and they fell.
Song Jing hadn't seen this, as if it was not a good thing to be regarded as "Chinese cabbage".
Shen Hou walked to the desk and looked at each other.
Five seconds later, she called out: "Second Lord, long time no see."
"I wish it could be longer, after all, every time I see you there is nothing good."
Shen Hou was not annoyed, and he could even say that his face was expressionless.
Song Jing didn't have a temper, as if he complained just now, but he said casually: "I don't want to go to the house if I have nothing to do. Is there any place where Song needs to be used this time?"
There is more teasing than seriousness.
Shen Hun didn't smile, or that from the time she walked in, she had never had any emotions other than the frosty calmness on her face.
The voice of the exit was also cold and cold: "How much do you know about Quan Hanting?"
"What?" Song Jing was startled, she didn't expect that she would suddenly ask such a question.
But Shen Hun didn't seem to be joking at all: "It is said that the person who knows a person best is not a friend, but an opponent. If one day Quan Hanting suddenly disappears, what reason does Erye think? Where will he go?"
The more Song Jing listened, his brows tightened.
"What do you mean if you disappear suddenly? Why would you make such an assumption?"
"Because this is not a hypothesis, it is a fact." Shen Hun paused.
Song Jing raised his eyebrows, and finally a trace of surprise appeared in his unhappy and lazy eyes, "You said Quan Hanting is missing?!"
Even Ahri couldn't help but stand up straight.
Shen Wei had already passed this stage, and now he was so calm as to be stagnant, unable to make any waves.
"When?"
"Two days ago."
"How did it disappear?"
"When I wake up, people go to the empty building."
Song Jing was startled first, and then silently, the expression in his eyes changed from the initial surprise to a gloomy look.
Shen Wei narrowed his eyes, and Li Guang was fleeting: "What do you think of?"
"What I think is not important, what is important is what you want to do? Quan Lao Liu is not an irresponsible person. If he makes such a decision without coercion, he must have a comprehensive arrangement. I guess, He may leave without saying goodbye, but he will never prostitute for nothing."
Song Jing changed to a more comfortable sitting posture and smiled back on his face, "In other words, Quan Lao Liu should have left you a lot of good things."
Shen Xu didn't answer the conversation, as if he was tacitly acquiesced.
Song Jing chuckled, "Hehe... Sure enough, I knew... the money left? Or real estate? Or equity options?"
Shen Hou: "Both."
Song Jing smiled even more, "It seems that he also knows that it is inappropriate to do this. The more guilty he feels, the more he wants to make up..."
"You seem to be very happy?" Shen Hou's tone was cold, with sharp eyes like a sword.
"Don't you also say that we are opponents? Quan Hanting is unlucky, I am naturally happy."
"Unlucky..." Shen Hou murmured lightly, thoughtfully.
"If it hadn't been for an unsolvable situation, he wouldn't have made such an embarrassing decision. Fleeing from wasteland is not like Quan Liuye's style at all. It's you, what you are doing now makes people incomprehensible."
"I?"
Song Jingyou’s dark and deep gaze locked her on: “Based on my not too deep understanding of you, Quan Lao Liu’s self-righteous approach obviously touched your bottom line. You should hate him, blame him, and hate him. , But only won’t forgive him, at least not in a short time."
The man smiled confidently and added: "Even if you know that he might have something to do with what he did, cheating is deceiving, and abandoning is abandoning. So, I'm curious why you still look for him now?"
Shen Hou: "Settle it."
When Song Jing heard this, he had a meal, and then it became clear.
Yes, this is like Shen Hou, love and hate are always so clearly divided.
"How do you want to count?"
"The second master has too many problems."
"If you don't say something that interests me, how can I willingly tell you the information you want to know? You are no longer paid, but you always have to give me the opportunity to go to the theater?"
With the most compassionate smile, he said the coolest words.
Shen Xu's eyes were extremely cold, but Song Jing didn't notice it.
After a while, she looked down: "First scold, then hit, and finally broke up with her own mouth."
With a light tusk, Song Jing nodded admiringly: "From physical injury to psychological devastation, how do you say that sentence? A wasp's tail needle is the most poisonous to a woman's heart."
Shen Hou looked at him solemnly, without saying a word.
But the man sighed softly: "Unfortunately, even if I tell you, you can't find him, so this good show is destined to be impossible."
Shen Wei's eyes tightened: "Why can't you find it?"