The cold winter has passed and April is ushered in.
In April, the weather in Hong Kong City picks up slightly.
There is a golf club in the eastern suburbs of Hong Kong City. After about two o'clock, Song Qiyue arrived early.
"Why is that President Wang willing to see you again?" Shao Fei asked curiously.
For a list, they have contacted each other no less than ten times. But the other party did not agree with the performance, and it was very difficult to even see the previous side.
"I said it earlier, who can escape my Song Qiyue's Wuzhishan!" She compared her own magic claws.
The car parked in the parking lot, and they waited at the entrance of the clubhouse.
There is a wind vent outside, and there is no place to block the wind. Song Qiyue wore thin clothes and paced back and forth in place.
Shao Fei frowned, "Can't you wear pants?"
"Have you ever seen a publicist wear pants?"
"Aren't you a marketing manager now?"
"Is there any difference with public relations?" Shao Fei was silent when she asked back.
She has now left Wuzhou and is no longer the manager of Wuzhou's public relations department. Now the new company Dingxin is the marketing manager, but undoubtedly, it is not much different from the nature of public relations.
While waiting here, Shao Fei kept looking ahead, and he caught a glimpse of the slowly approaching vehicle in front of him with sharp eyes.
He recognized the license plate number, and immediately whispered, "Here."
Song Qiyue's eyes condensed, and it really was President Wang's car.
"You still ask for your blessings, be careful of that old man with a wig! I know he is not at ease with you when I look at him! His mind is full of dirty thoughts!" Shao Fei calmly looked at the front but looked at Song. Talk in July.
"Oh, Feier, have you been in other people's minds any time, and you still know that they are wigs? Do you have a relationship with Wang always?"
She joked and made Shao Fei suddenly disgusted, "Are you trying to sicken me!"
Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows and smiled, and she greeted her.
Wang is always a middle-aged man, not tall, but of medium build. It's just that the hair is too thick and shiny, and it looks a little unreal. When he saw Song Qiyue, he laughed.
Song Qiyue took his arm and said affectionately, "Knowing that you have an appointment with me, I have been here to wait for you early in the morning."
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The golf course outside the lobby of the clubhouse is surrounded by greenery.
The afternoon sun is not brilliant, and the wind accompanied by the open grass is a bit cold.
Song Qiyue has changed into standard golf clothing, a white with red, which is really lively and beautiful. She tied up all her dense black hair, and her high pony tail swayed with her pace, making it even more delicate.
Song Qiyue played with Mr. Wang, but after a few good games, the opponent began to be dishonest.
Now it's even bolder, this President Wang actually took the opportunity to hold Song Qiyue's face, and kissed her!
Shao Fei's eyes widened-terrible!
Song Qiyue's eyes are sharp, she stretched out her hand to touch President Wang's face, and tapped her finger lightly, "Hate! President Wang, it's my turn to play!"
Song Qiyue laughed and broke free from him, stood still and gestured, "Mr. Wang, do you hold the club like this?"
"By the way, Manager Song, you are so smart, just swing like this!"
"Okay." Song Qiyue replied, a sly light flashed in her eyes.
When I raised my hand, the club leaned back, but somehow it was because my hand slipped!
She couldn't help it, and whispered, "Yeah!"
The cue was thrown backwards, accidentally, and hit President Wang on the head!
"Ah!" Mr. Wang exclaimed!
"Oh! President Wang!" Song Qiyue also exclaimed when she turned her head!
Shao Fei's eyes widened, and everyone saw the hair on Mr. Wang's head, which fell to the ground in a panic after being hit by the club!
It was a ball of hair that fell to the ground!
He really wears a wig!
By the way, a certain woman wanted to add fuel to the fire and exclaimed, "Ah, Mr. Wang, why did your hair fall off!"
Shao Fei was about to roll his eyes, this drama is really bloody!
When he was ugly in public, Mr. Wang blushed his face, embarrassing to the point of becoming angry!
The people who accompanied him watched this funny scene, and they all held back their laughter.
President Wang hurriedly put the wig on, he pointed to Song Qiyue and said, "Invite you to come out to play. You can't do that. I think you can practice here! You can only go after playing these 18 holes!"
Song Qiyue kept apologizing, and Mr. Wang turned his head angrily and left the court with his subordinates.
Shao Fei approached her, "Are you going?"
"Of course I dare not go." Song Qiyue continued to hold the cue and walked to the next hole.
"Will you dare? Just let people make a fool of yourself!" Shao Fei whispered to expose her, "You are retaliating against him!"
Take revenge on Mr. Wang for his frivolity towards her.
"There is no revenge. I just want to verify if he wears a wig. Hey, I didn't expect it to be true. I thought he was pretty good and could consider development, but I don't like wig men..." Song Julie replied with a smile, and went on to the next lawn.
It was getting colder, and seeing the sky was dark, it looked like it was about to rain.
"It's raining soon!" Shao Fei looked at the sky and reminded.
A line of rain fell on her face, Song Qiyue said, "It's already down."
What a bad luck.
A drizzle came suddenly in April, pattering down.
The caddie brought rain gear, but only one.
Shao Fei took the umbrella and held it up. He turned back to Song Qiyue and asked, "Do you want to continue fighting?"
"Otherwise? Mr. Wang said that I should practice well. I can only go after 18 holes, so let's continue practicing."
Song Qiyue went down again.
She said to the caddy, "Hey, dear Mr. Caddy, it's raining, so go back first."
"But..." The caddie didn't dare, it was his job, and he should accompany the guests to the end.
Shao Fei walked to him, took out a tip and stuffed his clothes pocket, "If you don't go anymore, I will ask the manager to complain to you!"
Shao Fei took the ball and carried it on his shoulders, and the caddie had to leave.
In this drizzle, there are no more guests on the court.
But in the misty green shade, she was still swinging the club, and the rain wet her.
On the trail behind, a small car was going to return to the venue of the clubhouse.
The man sits in the car, his temperament is extraordinary, his dazzling and handsome features are not covered by the gloomy sky, but they are more and more eye-catching. But the black eyes were cold and cold, seeing the two people in front of them from a distance, and suddenly their eyes were fixed.
The man stayed with an umbrella.
The woman, wearing red and white sportswear, swung her cue in the rain with her ponytail, so abrupt in the drizzle.
I froze the figure in front of me in my mind, but I felt a touch of familiarity.
Suddenly, he spoke and whispered, "Stop."
The car came to a halt slowly, and there was still a long way to go.
"Ms. Mo, it's Miss Song." After a while, He Sangsang sat aside. She saw the person in front of her clearly and whispered in her ear.
It turned out that it was not that he misunderstood.
After the drizzle, she became vivid in the rain.
After half a year, he still remembers the last time they met, which was at the airport.
In the end, she was so self-willed and presumptuous, leaving a word and leaving without looking back.
She said: Mo Zhengyan, there will be no future.