Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

Late at night, Song Yuan.

study.

The papers scattered on the table are messy.

Gong Chen was standing in front of the French window smoking a cigarette, and in the reflection, the veins on his forehead were floating in anger.

——So in your Gong Chen's eyes, I should have endured all this and deserve to be calculated?

——Gong Chen, my heart is not beaten with iron...

——But you are!

The severe headache struck again without warning, making him subconsciously reach out and press down on his temples!

There seems to be something to break through the control forcefully!

After a while, it was relieved.

The gloomy eyes fell back on those documents. The records on it were the same as what Lin Xiaojiu said in the Song Group president's room today. Song Chenxi's little aunt is indeed so calculating!

Gong Chen picked up the phone and dialed the phone.

As soon as the opposite party was connected, he had already sent the data to the other party's mailbox by mail at the same time.

"After tonight, I don't want to see their family appear in Malaysia again!"

A cruel murderous breath spread from the study.

After the conversation, cut off the communication.

Knock knock knock.

The door of the study was knocked from outside.

"Go in."

Gong Chen spoke in a low voice, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The servant walked in with the freshly brewed coffee, and just wanted to go out after putting it away, but was stopped by Gong Chen.

"This is not the one I usually drink."

The taste of coffee is obviously not strong and mellow.

This greatly dissatisfied Gong Chen, who was used to drinking that coffee.

When the servant heard this, an expression of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Sorry, Mr. Gong, that coffee bean is gone."

Gong Chen frowned and said nothing.

"That coffee bean was originally difficult to order. Originally, every year when Ms. Song went abroad, she went to the place of origin to buy it. I heard that there was a car accident and she lived in the local hospital for nearly half a month..."

The servant hesitated, but still said these words.

Gong Chen was taken aback.

"Which Miss Song are you talking about?"

He liked this coffee bean when he first drank it. The only drawback is that it is too difficult to purchase.

Later, Zhiyun helped him find a supplier.

"Of course it is your wife Song Chenxi, Miss Song!"

The servant seemed to be confused by the question, but Song Yuan also knew how tense the relationship between their husband and wife was, but in the hearts of these people, Song Chenxi was definitely not as unbearable as the outside world had said.

At the moment when he heard Song Chenxi's name, Gong Chen's heart jumped!

is her?

"How do you know she had a car accident?"

Gong Chen felt his throat astringent, and there was an inexplicable dull pain that penetrated into his lungs.

"Everyone, you know!"

No way?

Did Mr. Gong never know that Miss Song had been involved in a car accident?

The servant scratched his head, feeling worthless for Song Chenxi.

She remembered.

At that time, Mr. Gong accompanied the second lady to escape the summer heat!

"Injured, is it serious?"

After a long while, Gong Chen seemed to finally find his voice.

The servant nodded without hesitation.

Gong Chen's eyes fell on the still steaming cup of coffee, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You go out first."

For a long time, he said.

The servant stopped talking, but finally turned around and left.

"and so on."

Gong Chen's voice suddenly came from behind.

The servant turned his head and looked at Gong Chen with puzzled eyes.

"..."

Is she back?

Since Song Chenxi left the Song Family Group in the daytime, he hasn't seen her again.

But with this question, when Gong Chen spoke, his head became severely painful again, and with a thud, he put one hand on the desk and his face was gloomy.

"If Mr. Gong has a headache again, Miss Chen Xi said that there is always medicine in the second drawer of the desk on your left hand side."

After saying this, the servant left.

The study was quiet again.

Accompanied by the muffled sound, Gong Chen opened the second drawer on the left as the servant said.

Sure enough, there was a pack of painkillers lying quietly inside.

Gong Chen was expressionless.

The door was pushed open from the outside without warning, Gong Chen looked up angrily, got out of the three words and swallowed it again.

Song Zhiyun looked at him innocently in her white pajamas, hugging the pillow.

"Achen, it's thundering, I'm afraid..."

Along with the rumbling sound, the pouring rain poured down outside.

Before Gong Chen could speak, Song Zhiyun had trot all the way into his arms.

"Will you sleep with me?"

Lifting his head, Song Zhiyun has a good face with expectation in his eyes.

damn it!

Why is Achen just reluctant to touch her?

With the warm fragrance in his arms, Gong Chen's headache disappeared miraculously in seconds.

"Hey, don't make trouble."

Gong Chen took out a piece of eight-treasure candy from his pocket and put it into Song Zhiyun's palm.

The well-behaved smile on Song Zhiyun's face instantly stiffened.

Since Gong Chen woke up, as long as he was unhappy, he would always put a piece of eight-treasure candy into her palm, but God knows what she hates most is eating sweets!

Instead, her sister...

"Sleep with me, okay?"

Song Zhiyun put away his displeasure and shook Gong Chen's arm.

Gong Chen was silent, and led her to the bedroom. Song Zhiyun was overjoyed, only when Gong Chen agreed and was thinking about how to keep him, but he heard his words in his ears. .

"Wait, I have to go out again."

The smile stopped abruptly!

………………

Inside the bar.

Song Chenxi sat blankly beside Lin Hanxing, incompatible with the lively atmosphere around him.

"Let yourself relax."

In the dim light, Lin Hanxing looked sideways at Song Chenxi and smiled.

"This is the first time I have been to this kind of place."

Song Chenxi pressed her lower lip.

Hearing this, Lin Hanxing raised his eyebrows, reached out to hold her wrist, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Xiao Hanxing, where is Song Chenxi going?"

On the other side, Yan Beixiao stretched his head to inquire about the military situation. Liang Yuran, who was sitting next to him, gave him a white look. The loose neckline revealed the **** collarbone, which attracted the attention of the women around him.

Lei Xiao's suit jacket casually threw aside, his eyes blankly fixed in the direction where his daughter-in-law disappeared.

Inside the bathroom.

"Change your clothes."

Lin Hanxing handed the paper bag in his hand to Song Chenxi, smiled and raised his jaw slightly.

Song Chenxi looked into the bag, it was a long red dress.

"Your skin is white, you must look good in red."

She likes tensing herself too much.

Obviously at an age like a flower, but always pretending to be old-fashioned.

"forest……"

"Call me Han Xing, go in and change my clothes."

Lin Hanxing said, pushing Song Chenxi into the toilet cubicle.

A few minutes later, the compartment door was opened from inside, and Song Chenxi, who replaced her lady's suit with a red dress, walked out hesitantly. The design of the deep V made her whole woman full of femininity.

"Han Xing, I..."

Song Chenxi clutched her chest and slightly lowered her head to reveal her white neck.

Lin Hanxing's expression paused slightly.

A faint red mark that hadn't disappeared came into her eyes.

"I said, you must look good in red."

Lin Hanxing condensed all his expressions in a second, walked over, and stretched out his hand to spread Song Chenxi's divergence behind his head.

The long hair that is like a waterfall still carries the curls coiled up before.

The more set-off face is completely charming.