Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 28 He's Right, But He Can't Love Me
Recently, Feng Qi decided to shoot a suspense film "Blind Eye", and Jin Ziqi happened to be the producer, so he was the number one in the operation of the entire film.

After finishing the meeting with the film-related staff, Jin Ziqi sorted out the materials, and just stepped out of the meeting room, before Su Hengfeng chased him out.

"Ziqi, is your body... all right?"

Just now in the conference room, Su Hengfeng kept staring at her, eyes full of guilt and apology.

Jin Ziqi simply stopped and turned around, accepted Su Hengfeng's scrutiny, and smiled politely with his lips pursed: "It's just a gastric ulcer, it will be better if you rest more, if there is nothing else, I'll go first."

"Ziqi, I'm sorry that day..."

As soon as Su Hengfeng apologized, Jin Ziqi saw Qiao Nianzhao who was standing not far away and looking over here, and inexplicably remembered the photo that Jin Zhaodong threw on her face that night.

"If you have nothing to do at noon, let's have lunch together. It just so happens that Zhao'er also came to the company."

Jin Ziqi glanced past Su Hengfeng, and glanced at the beautiful figure: "Forget it, so as not to feel uncomfortable when I get it."

Su Hengfeng wanted to say something else, but Jin Ziqi didn't give him another chance, and went straight to the elevator.

When Jin Ziqi returned to the office, he found a men's watch on the desk. Xiao Xiao came in by chance to make tea, and pointed to the watch in Jin Ziqi's hand with his chin: "The cleaning lady found it under the table, sister Ziqi, Since when did you wear a man's watch?"

Jin Ziqi kept silent, just staring at the watch intently. After Xiao Xiao went out, she picked up the mobile phone that was left aside. She seemed to know who the watch belonged to.

By the time she realized it, she had already dialed an unfamiliar number on the communication record.

There was a "beep" sound from the receiver, Jin Ziqi was about to hang up the phone, but was quickly picked up: "Hello, who is there?"

Jin Ziqi heard Song Qiyan's low, lazy voice, but she didn't know how to speak. She looked down at the watch lying in her palm, and after a little deliberation, she said, "Mr. Song, it's me, Jin Ziqi."

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, even breathing became extremely light. Jin Ziqi couldn't get a response. After checking the signal and making sure the phone was still on, he continued to ask: "Mr. Song, am I disturbing your work?" gone?"

About five seconds later, Song Qiyan's voice came from the receiver: "No, I just came back from the gym with my friends, and we just sat down and drank tea and chatted when we had nothing to do."

When Song Qiyan said this, he was standing behind the assistant, holding his mobile phone while leaning over to look at a series of complicated and difficult data in the notebook.

When he leisurely talked about the pleasant life of drinking tea and chatting, all the elites in the suite who were typing on the keyboard turned their heads to look at Song Qiyan who was lying without changing his face, and their eyes widened.

When will a grumpy male lion turn into a gentle house kitten?

Jin Ziqi over there seemed a little nervous, never before. She hooked her long hair around her ears, pursed her lips, and her brain was thinking quickly, looking for topics: "Is Mr. Song not at work today? I seem to hear The keyboard is beeping, isn't it convenient for you to answer the phone?"

"No, the keyboard sound is mainly because my friend is playing games beside me."

The corners of the elites who were called up to work in the middle of the night twitched their eyes because of a phone call. They looked at the data that had been rushed out overnight on the laptop screen, and then at Song Qiyan who lied and did not type drafts.

However, Song Qiyan didn't know it. Under the scornful eyes of a dozen elites, he continued to talk nonsense: "I don't have to go to work recently. The company has a summer vacation system, and I'm still on vacation."

As soon as these words came out, the elites present almost spat out a mouthful of blood. When did the boss promulgate the summer vacation system, why didn't they know?
"I see. By the way, Mr. Song, did you lose a watch?"

After Jin Ziqi reminded Song Qiyan, he saw that his wrist was empty, as if he had lost his watch.

When I looked up, I realized that everyone in the room was looking at me, cleared my throat, turned around and walked to the window: "What? Do you have the watch?"

"Well, when is it convenient for Mr. Song, I'll send it to you."

Song Qiyan couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and leaning on the glass window with the other hand, looking down at the vehicles passing by on the road below, but his voice remained calm: "It's better to hit the sun than choose a day, just hit it Tonight, see you at Shengshihaoting at 06:30."

"Tonight?" Jin Ziqi's voice hesitated: "Mr. Song, I have a charity party to attend tonight, why not tomorrow night, I will go to Shengshihaoting to find you tomorrow night."

Song Qiyan's face sank, he changed his original comfortable posture, and pretended to say "oh".

When Jin Ziqi was about to discuss the meeting time with him, he suddenly replied: "Tomorrow night? I'm very busy tomorrow night, so I may not have time to see you."

He is indeed a man who must report his flaws!
Song Qiyan originally planned to ask Jin Ziqi to say a few soft words, and then he reluctantly agreed to meet tomorrow night.

Unexpectedly, there was a commotion on the other end of the phone, and Jin Ziqi hurriedly said: "Mr. Song, I suddenly have something to do here, so I will give you the watch when you are free someday."

Before Song Qiyan opened his mouth to say yes or no, the phone had already turned into a busy tone.

He is a little dumbfounded, he can't live because he committed a crime?

Turning around with the mobile phone in hand, I saw a group of people eavesdropping with their ears upright. Jun's face turned cold, and his anger instantly shifted: "What are you listening to? It seems that you are quite free at work. Well, at five o'clock in the evening, the French farm The reconstruction plan is placed on my desk, why, do you have any comments?"

The elites looked at Song Qiyan, who was blowing his beard and staring, and shook their heads resignedly, before struggling on the keyboard again.

Song Qiyan threw the phone on the sofa, and walked into the bedroom facing the mournful eyes of the employees.

Not long after, he poked his head out from inside and asked his special assistant Zou Xiang, "Where are the invitations for the charity party sent yesterday?"

Zou Xiang raised his head from his notebook, blinked, realized what Song Qiyan was talking about, and pointed to the trash can beside him: "Didn't the invitation be thrown into the trash by the boss last night?"

Song Qiyan pursed his lips, pulled up his shirt sleeves, and walked to the trash can in three steps at a time. Before squatting down to look through it, he heard Zou Xiang add: "When you were still sleeping this morning, the cleaning staff The suite has been cleaned."

The implication: the trash is also taken away!

Song Qiyan's temples throbbed, he didn't care about changing his shoes, he turned around quickly, and broke through the door.

To put it bluntly, the charity gala is just a place for a group of political and business celebrities to socialize and do public relations.

At that time, there will be many female stars in the entertainment industry accompanying a rich man to participate.

(End of this chapter)