Not long after Jiang Xun left, Lan Shichu also left.
Song Yanan asked to pay the bill.
Wu Yang put down the jewelry in her hand, took the bill and the card machine, and walked to Song Yan'an, "Brother, here is the bill."
Song Yanan nodded, took out the gold card from his wallet and handed it to her.
Wu Yang took it, and his slender fingertips touched his unconsciously.
His skin temperature was slightly cooler. Wu Yang was startled and her heart skipped a beat. When she looked up again, he was looking at her sideways with deep eyes.
I have clearly decided that I no longer like her, but as soon as I see her, I will be addicted to her and cannot extricate myself.
She thought, it would be good if he didn't have someone he liked...
"Are you and Jiang Xun a couple?" He put his wallet on the table and asked suddenly.
Wu Yang was stunned. "No, we are just friends."
"I just saw him give you a gift." Song Yan'an drank coffee, his words quite meaningful.
What does this mean? He saw it? Then what
Is he unhappy
Wu Yang didn't know how to answer, so he said softly, "You saw it all."
"I saw it by accident." He said slowly and with a hint of coldness, "Are you close to my cousin Ye Mei?"
"not bad."
Song Yanan smiled, but his emotions were not reflected in his eyes. "If I said that Jiang Xun and Ye Mei have been getting close recently and often drink together, what would you think of this matter?"
What does this mean? Wu Yang was full of questions. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then what?"
Song Yanan frowned, "Won't you be sad?"
"Why should I be sad?"
Song Yanan seemed to think that she was too lipsticky, frowned, and sighed, "Forget it, you can experience it slowly by yourself."
Wu Yang pouted. What on earth did these words mean
In fact, what Song Yanan wanted to express was that Jiang Xun seemed to be flirting with two girls at the same time, and these two girls were Wu Yang and Ye Mei, but she couldn't hear it at all. She was really slow.
In the end, Song Yanan didn't want to say anything anymore. It was none of his business anyway, so he let her figure it out slowly.
However, although Song Yan'an had good intentions, she completely misjudged the other party. Wu Yang liked him, not Jiang Xun, so even if Jiang Xun was flirting with ten girls at the same time, she would not be angry or sad, because she was wholeheartedly devoted to Song Yan'an.
After Song Yan'an left, Wu Yang began to sigh again, chewing gum and daydreaming at his desk.
"Ms. Wu." Xiaoxing knocked on the office door.
Wu Yang raised his head and said, "Come in."
Xiao Xing came in and handed her a wallet. "Ms. Wu, I found this wallet when I was cleaning up the tableware at table 26. It seems to belong to that gentleman. He forgot to take it just now."
Wu Yang raised her hand to take it, unable to tell whether she was happy or unhappy. With this wallet, she could see him again, but the more they met, the deeper he would become. She was afraid that by then she would not be able to withdraw.
He slowly opened his wallet and found a photo inside, but... it wasn't the one he admired, Lan Shichu.
It was a cropped group photo. The back of the photo was a glass-windowed villa, like a family photo, with many people standing together, but he only cropped the two people in the middle, himself and a girl with a bright smile. He was wearing a spotless white shirt and had a gentle look. The girl, wearing a festive red New Year costume, was holding a fat Chow Chow in her arms.
This photo was probably taken many years ago and has become a little yellowed.
Wu Yang took out the photo and looked at it from left to right.
If she remembered correctly, the woman in the photo should be Su Yi, Lan Shichu's sister-in-law.
Why is the photo that Song Yanan treasures in her wallet not of Lan Shichu but of her sister-in-law Su Yi
Wu Yang couldn't figure out this problem. Perhaps, she actually understood it a little, but she felt that it was impossible, so she shook her head and denied her idea.
"Xiaoxing, please return this wallet to Master Song."
"Yes." Xiaoxing nodded and took the wallet from Wu Yang's hand, but before he took two steps, Wu Yang called him back.
"Forget it, come back."
Xiaoxing turned around, looking confused.
Wu Yang took two deep breaths, as if he had made a decision, and stood up and said, "I'll go and send it off myself."
*
Wu Yang changed back into his own long turmeric-colored shirt with printed words, a pair of white cropped trousers, and suede high heels.
She picked up her light purple Princess Diana bag, walked two steps, then felt something was wrong, so she turned back and placed the bag in front of the desk. As a waitress, if she went to meet him with such a conspicuous and luxurious bag, she would be exposed.
She changed to an eco-friendly bag in the store, put his wallet in it, and walked out with a slightly excited mood.
Sometimes, love is such a strange thing. You tell yourself not to like him, but you always involuntarily do things that can get closer to him.
Maybe falling in love with him would be a mistake, but if she didn't meet him, she might regret it.
Compared to mistakes, she felt that regrets were more irreparable, so, let it be a mistake. At most, she would pay the price of her impulse with a horrible heartache. She only hoped that she would have no regrets for the rest of her life...
Walking through the busy road, she looked up and saw the buildings above her rising into the sky, so high that it made her dizzy.
Wu Yang calmed himself down and walked into the lobby.
Although she didn't have his phone number, with this wallet, it would not be difficult for her to see him.
She walked to the front desk and asked politely, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Song Yanan's company?"
"Yes." The receptionist stood straight with a friendly smile, "How can I help you?"
Wu Yang said gently, "Then please tell Mr. Song that he just had a meal in our restaurant and accidentally left a wallet behind. My last name is Wu."
"Okay, I'll ask for you right away." The receptionist called the top management. Soon, someone said something. The receptionist hung up the phone and politely said to Wu Yang, "Ms. Wu, Mr. Song asked you to go up to see him."
"good."
Wu Yang carried the eco-friendly bag and entered the CEO's dedicated elevator.
The elevator goes directly to the 72nd floor, the top floor.
The person who came to pick her up was Song Yanan's secretary Han Yisu. Han Yisu was standing outside the elevator. When she saw her, she said, "Ms. Wu, you're here."
"Yeah." Wu Yang smiled and came out of the elevator.
Han Yisu led her and said, "Mr. Song is still busy now, so he asked me to come here first and wait for you."
Wu Yang smiled and said, "It's just a wallet. There's no need to go through so much trouble."
Han Yisu just smiled and took her to the CEO's office, which had floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, there were several men standing inside, playing indoor golf and discussing projects.
Han Yisu knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Song, Miss Wu is here."
Song Yanan nodded with an indifferent expression.
Han Yisu arranged Wu Yang to sit on the sofa outside the CEO's office and poured her a glass of water. "Ms. Wu, drink some water first. President Song will be here soon."
"Okay." Wu Yang picked up the glass of water and drank it slowly.
Song Yanan was not in a hurry to come out of the office.
From Wu Yang's perspective, he was facing away from her. He gently pushed the golf club in his hand, and the golf ball below slowly moved forward and accurately entered the hole. Then there was a faint applause, and the people around him were clapping. Song Yanan smiled, handed the club in his hand to his assistant, took a warm towel, and wiped his white and slender fingers.
Wu Yang stared at him blankly, and felt that he was more and more distant. Although he never acted superior to others, nor did he shout at people, and he did not have any plots or methods of a domineering CEO, he just made people feel noble and distant for some reason.
*
About a few minutes later, Song Yanan came out of the office and closed the door, blocking out the noise from the office.
The environment suddenly became quiet and subtle.
Song Yanan smiled at her, her eyes tender and gentle, "The front desk clerk said you found my wallet?"
"Yes, yes!" Wu Yang came back to his senses and handed over the eco-friendly bag in his hand. "You left it in my store, and now it's returned to its original owner."
Song Yanan took it, without even looking at the wallet in the bag. She just smiled and handed her a beautiful envelope. "Thank you for coming all the way here. This is my thanks to you."
"What is this?" Wu Yang couldn't help but ask, could it be money
(End of this chapter)