Domineering president, forgive me

Song Zhe stood behind Xiang Qing, his face frozen with joy. Xiang Qing's words just now bombed back and forth in his ears. Suddenly he seemed to be aware of these words. He thought of those last night. Song Zhe's warm face twisted a little.

"It's you."

Xiang Qing just hung up the phone and was still angry. Suddenly a familiar voice sounded behind her. She was so scared that her face turned white. Xiang Qing turns her head and looks at the angry Song Zhe at the moment. She has never seen such Song Zhe. In her impression, Song Zhe has always looked at her gently and spoiled, and has never quarreled with her.

"Song Zhe, listen to me..." Xiang Qing is white and wants to explain urgently.

"I heard it with my own ears. What else can I explain?" Song Zhe shook his fist slightly.

"Xiang Qing, this is your sister. You treat her like this. Thanks to Xiang Yang's sincerity to you!" Song Zhe doesn't give Xiang Qing room to speak. He can't stop getting cold in his heart. The woman he likes is such a poisonous woman.

"Song Zhe... I..." Xiang Qing was frightened by such Song Zhe. Her round eyes were full of tears and she stammered. She didn't know what to say.

"I don't want to hear, and I don't want to see you." Song Zhe walked quickly to the door.

Xiang Qing rushed up and put her hands around Song Zhe's left arm. She looked at Song Zhe with tearful eyes, but Song Zhe frowned and threw away Xiang Qing's hand. He went out and closed the door.

Xiang Qing sat weakly on the ground. The cold marble made her cold. She stared at the direction Song Zhe left, and tears fell from her pale face one by one.

Song Zhe slept in the hotel all night. The next day, it was about nine o'clock. Song Zhe rushed home. He didn't want to see Xiangyang masquerading as Xiang Qing.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong -" Song Zhe hung up without looking. He knew it was Xiang Qing. He didn't want to answer her phone.

"Ding Dong" sent a text message. Song Zhe looked at the red number 1 on the envelope like icon and hesitated for a long time. He still clicked to read the text message.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong -" Xiang Qing called again reluctantly.

"Hello" Song Zhe answered the phone coldly.

"Ah Zhe, you know, Xiangyang likes you." Xiang Qing's voice on the other end of the phone was low and choked.

"It's the same woman. I can see the way she looks at you. I'm afraid. You're so kind to her. Ah Zhe, I'm afraid you'll leave me." Xiang Qing choked and said intermittently.

"I know I'm lost. Yang Feifei threatened me with the little moves I had done to Xiangyang before. I'm afraid you know, I can only agree, but I don't know her plan is like this. She only asked me to call Xiangyang out." Xiang Qing knows what to say to make her look less hateful. She knows it can win sympathy.

"I am qinger who loves you. I always regard Xiangyang as my sister." Song Zhe was a little distressed, and her voice eased a little.

"I know I'm wrong. I'm wrong. As long as you can forgive me, I'll change." Xiang Qing sincerely admitted his mistake.

Song Zhe over there can't bear to be too cruel to Xiang Qing. After all, Xiang Qing is not the mastermind. She doesn't know the situation. Song Zhe forgives Xiang Qing for a moment.

"Stop crying, where are you?" Song Zhe resumed his gentle tone and slowly asked Xiang Qing.

"I'm here with you." Xiang Qing also put away her crying voice and said from time to time.

"I'll go back right away and wait for me." Song Zhe gently comforts Xiang Qing, hangs up the phone and drives the car to his villa quickly.

In Jiang Yuanzhou's villa, a man and a woman are watching TV on a cloth sofa in home clothes.

"What you see is really boring. Change it." Jiang Yuanzhou frowned impatiently and began to grab the remote control in Xiangyang's hand.

"What are you doing? I'll tell you this is very interesting. The man will definitely not go abroad. He will definitely come back." Xiangyang kept away and stared at the TV. She seemed to be addicted to the plot.

"This woman is as stupid as you. Obviously, another man is so kind to her, and she is still thinking about the man who is going to abandon her." Jiang Yuanzhou felt uncomfortable looking at such a plot. He disdained to curl his mouth and thought that Xiangyang also hung Song Zhe like this.

"Cut, what do you know?" Xiang Yang pulled out of the plot and rolled his eyes at Jiang Yuanzhou. Jiang Yuanzhou was really naive. She was hugged by Song Zhe and had to be so careful.

"OK, OK, you can understand this retarded plot. Tell me what happened to you that day? " Jiang Yuanzhou didn't want to see these boring stories. He suddenly remembered that Xiangyang was drugged. He felt very suspicious. There was no way. When he thought of Song Zhe holding Xiangyang, he thought of Xiangyang being drugged.

"That day I stayed at home all day. Just after taking a bath in the evening, Xu Di said that I was drunk and asked me to pick her up, and then..." Xiang Qing first gave Jiang Yuanzhou a big white eye, then nestled beside Jiang Yuanzhou, tilted her head and eyes, and carefully recalled the events of that day. She didn't let go of every detail.

Jiang Yuanzhou frowned after listening. Xiangyang was obviously calculated.

"Did you have a grudge against anyone at school?" Jiang Yuanzhou asked earnestly.

"No, I'm very calm." Xiangyang stared at Jiang Yuanzhou discontentedly and said loudly. She pouted angrily. How can Jiang Yuanzhou look at her like this? Although she is sometimes reckless, she won't get angry everywhere.

Jiang Yuanzhou fell into meditation. Since it was not done by the people around Xiang Yang, it could only be one person. A gaudy figure appeared in Jiang Yuanzhou's mind. Yang Feifei, Jiang Yuanzhou's eyes were cold for a moment. He wanted to try whether it was this woman. Jiang Yuanzhou watched Xiangyang, who was addicted to TV again. He picked up his mobile phone and walked upstairs.

In the upstairs room, Jiang Yuanzhou stood coldly in front of the window, his mobile phone in his ear, as if calling someone.

In the Yang family mansion, a woman with heavy make-up leaned back on the leather sofa, took up a glass of full red wine and poured it into the import. The glass tea table was full of messy empty bottles. It seemed that the woman was drowning her worries with wine.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong -" a mobile phone ring rang. The woman threw her wine glass on the sofa and groped for her mobile phone back and forth with one hand.

"Hello" Yang Feifei took a lot of effort to touch her mobile phone. At this time, she answered the phone with blurred eyes.

"Yang Feifei" Jiang Yuanzhou called each other's name coldly.

"Jiang... Jiang Yuanzhou, you are finally willing to talk to me." Yang Feifei heard the voice from the other side, burping with wine and tears in her eyes.