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Chapter 6 What You Song Yanqing said
Song Yanqing's words stopped, and the expression on his face was a little uninterested. A whole floor-to-ceiling window reflected the lights, and his stern and straight profile, with his back on the sofa, his white shirt cool and elegant, two buttons unbuttoned, The shadow of the light outlines the arc of the collarbone, faintly visible.

He smiled and curled his lips: "Unspoken rules for you, okay?"

Tang Sheng didn't get caught. He looked down at Mr. Song's gaze just now and raised his eyebrows: "It can't be her, right? Do you know her?"

Song Yanqing put down his resume, fell back, looked at the ceiling with casual eyes, and said with general interest: "High school classmate."

"Just classmates?"

Song Yanqing stopped talking, Tang Sheng was scratching his head, could it be you, the famous Mr. Song, who would give you an accurate answer.

"I heard from the assistant that this girl is still waiting outside. If you are familiar with her, I will give her a chance to represent you, okay? It's all a matter of one word for you, Song Yanqing."

The night wind gets colder.

Everyone who comes and goes from Hualin Club is outstanding.

After rejecting the sixth person in a black suit, Cheng Xuran kept a professional smirk, accepted the business card handed over by the other party politely, and politely refused: "Okay, I will contact you when I buy insurance."

"..." But I don't sell insurance, I sell love!

Across the long street, a black Rolls-Royce drove out from Hualin's underground VIP parking lot, with a number plate of 7, unattainable, hidden in the dark night.

The window of the back seat of the Rolls-Royce was closed, and the people inside could not be seen clearly. After two seconds, the window slowly lowered.

A slender and well-defined hand rested loosely on the window sill, with cigarettes between its fingers, drooping down, the dark night reflected the fair skin, light blue veins hidden under the back of the hand, a little scarlet flickering, giving a sense of indifferent power.

In other words, it is indeed a very noble picture.

Cheng Xuran raised his eyes and couldn't help but take a second look, thinking that Nanqiao is a place where young masters like to come and play. It's time for Xiao Tao to scream again when he sees it.

From this angle, you can't see the face of the person in the car, only the faint outline, which is deep and solemn, making the person appear careless for no reason.

For some reason, Cheng Xuran seemed to feel that he turned his head and glanced this way.

In the next second,
The car drove away.

**
There was no reply about the endorsement for the time being, but Cheng Xuran didn't intend to give up. She came back from that night with a slight cold, and the tip of Cheng Xuran's nose was red.

She looked at the computer information for most of the day, her neck was a little sore, she turned around and warmed her hands with a cup of boiling water.

The orange kitten was lying next to Cheng Xuran's hand and playing with its chin resting on its paws. It was bored. Its little plum blossom paws tentatively touched the mouse and meowed.

The arrows on the screen are flying around.

“糖糖，别乱点！”

I don’t know what I clicked on. It’s a collection of documents, all of which are pictures.

On the computer screen, an enlarged version of the picture was caught off guard.

A line of small characters in the upper left corner: High School Collection 20160327
It was the last sports meeting of the senior year of high school, and it was also the only color in the tense and depressing learning environment.

In the photo is a young boy, wearing the school uniform of Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School, sitting casually on the steps, with his long legs bent, the zipper of the school uniform open, and a can of soda between his slender fingers. The sun fell on him, as if Will glow.

His eyes looked straight at the camera, with a smile in his eyes, and his love was shining brightly, as if he saw her at a glance after many years.

Cheng Xuran's heart tightened, and there was a throbbing pain for a moment. She hurriedly put the water glass on the table and closed her eyes.

How could it be this photo?

(End of this chapter)