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Chapter 422: Breaking Up in Shura Field (9)
Qi Yan made some food at home and ordered D77 to erase the scars on her neck, and her skin returned to its original state.
She received a message from Cao Lang, which roughly meant to apologize for Xiao Zhuoye. Her tone was more polite than before, and it seemed that she knew the relationship between her and Xiao Zhuoye.
After all, nothing had happened between her and Cao Lang. Everything could be attributed to Cao Lang's wishful thinking. There was no need for him to tell Xiao Zhuoye about his relationship to avoid ugly quarrels between the brothers.
Even if things developed to this point, Cao Lang even wanted to ask her if she would mind developing a new relationship.
But if he asked like this, no matter what the answer was, it would embarrass both of them, so he had to end the topic in a hurry.
Qi Yan looked at the brief and polite chat record with Cao Lang, and always had a bad intuition. Judging from Xiao Zhuoye's madness, it was impossible to break off the relationship with him so quickly.
Qi Yan originally wanted to delete Cao Lang's friends, but she was worried about whether Cao Lang would be useful in the future, so she decided not to delete her contact information.
The night is getting darker.
The city at night has faded away from the hustle and bustle of the day, and the moonlight has cast a veil of silence on the high-rise buildings.
Qi Yan was sitting on the sofa watching a TV series, with a bag of chips on her crossed legs. She was watching the eighth episode, where the male and female protagonists kiss and seal their love, when her phone buzzed and vibrated.
She subconsciously muted her voice, but accidentally glanced at the note above.
【uncle】
Song Zhennian?
There was a call from 'Main Gong'. She still had to answer the call. She held the French fries between her index finger and thumb, opened the answer button with her ring finger, and clicked the speakerphone button.
A man's cool and soft voice came from the mobile phone:
"Do you have time?"
Qi Yan glanced at the progress bar of the eighth episode of the TV series, "No."
This opening line seems to be asking her to go on a date, but she doesn't have the time. It's more important to follow the drama. After all, she hasn't watched a complete episode in so many years!
On the other end of the phone, Song Zhennian's voice showed no emotion or anger: "You have resigned and don't have time?"
Qi Yan's scalp went numb, and she suddenly felt a chill penetrate her skin and flesh and penetrate into the seams of her bones.
She endured it again and again, and said calmly: "I just watched the best episode of a TV series. The male and female protagonists were getting emotional and were kissing."
Song Zhen laughed young and said, "Come and join me."
Qi Yan was speechless.
It seemed like there was no way to avoid this date, so she accepted her fate and said, "I'll pack up and send you your location. I'll take a taxi there."
"I'm on my way to your house, I'll be there soon."
Qi Yan was about to cry but felt a little guilty: "Well...I moved away and found a new home."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, "Address."
There was no emotion or anger in Song Zhennian's voice, but Qi Yan was still worried. She reported the address of her new home, and the first thing she said after hanging up the phone was to instruct D77.
Qi Yan: Be smart at all times. If Song Zhennian pulls out a gun at the slightest disagreement, I will use a stand-in doll.
D77: [Understood, sir. 】
When Qi Yan was tidying up, Song Zhennian had already gone downstairs. She walked out of the unit building and saw the pure white Bentley parked outside the courtyard. The translucent glacier color was coated with a layer of warm light under the street lamp, like snow on the top of a mountain. There was a ray of setting sun shining above.
She got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.
Song Zhennian was still wearing a well-tailored suit, with two shirt collar buttons undone, revealing his looming delicate collarbones. He had a handsome and gentle appearance, but he had an edge that could not be ignored. It was obvious at a glance that he was a powerful person who was not easy to offend.
He looked her over, stretched out his hand and lifted her chin.
She raised her head in response to his strength and let him look at her neck, "What's wrong?"
"I heard you had a quarrel with someone." Song Zhennian retracted his hand and put his wrist on the steering wheel again.
"Ah." She looked unhappy: "It's just harassment in the workplace."
"Is it just harassment?"
The person sent out came back and reported that she had a dispute with a man named Xiao Zhuoye in the office. For a long time before, she and Xiao Zhuoye had been very close and they were suspected of being lovers.
The reason why I use 'suspected' is because Xiao Zhuoye herself was also a prodigal who wandered around in love. She only recovered in the past two years, but there are still many beauties accompanying her, and the relationship between her and Xiao Zhuoye was not sure for a while.
But this 'suspect' was enough to make Song Zhennian unhappy.
Qi Yan saw that Song Zhennian's eyes were getting darker and he was already on the verge of anger. She reached out her hand and took the initiative to hold him, "So I resigned and I won't go back in the future."
Even though Song Zhennian was angry in his heart, his body reaction was a step faster. When she touched him, he subconsciously held her hand back and asked, "Is this the reason for changing rooms?"
"Well, I don't want to live in the previous place anymore."
Song Zhennian lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding the sinister look under his eyes: "You can stay at my place."
She was so delicate and beautiful, even more stunning than the most prosperous rose in summer, and every smile would affect his mood. If he could, he really wanted to break her legs and imprison her in his cage to raise her.
But he knew that she was a person who had ideas and liked freedom, so he always controlled the madness in his heart and hid the shameful dark side.
He wanted to marry her so much, but the power and wealth in his hands didn't seem attractive enough for her.
"Let's talk about this later." She smiled: "It's good to live with Qiao Jiao. It's more convenient for girls to take care of each other."
Song Zhennian started the engine. This was an expected rejection, but he still warned: "I won't stop you from having friends of the opposite sex, but remember to keep your distance and don't make me angry."
"Okay, okay, I promise." She agreed with a smile.
Song Zhennian concentrated on driving. The car drove into the traffic and became part of the orange stream of light on the street.
Qi Yan's back was covered in cold sweat. She pursed her lips and looked out the window at the moving night scene. That warning seemed to still be echoing in her ears.
She was especially glad that Xiao Zhuoye was not a big talker and did not publicize their relationship. The original owner had never appeared in Xiao Zhuoye's social circle. She thought that the original owner was also cautious about raising so many fish at the same time.
The car stopped at a French restaurant. From the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows outside the store, you can see the luxurious decoration inside. You can tell at a glance that it is high-end consumption.
After walking through the long lounge and walking deep into the store, Qi Yan chose a seat in the corner and sat down.
Song Zhennian communicated with the foreign waiter in fluent French, and Qi Yan could understand it, but she was not sure whether the original owner could understand it, so she simply held her chin in silence and listened to their conversation.
Song Zhennian ordered the dishes directly without asking her opinion. Qi Yan glanced at the menu. It was densely packed with French words and not a word of Chinese markings. She was sure that the original owner didn't understand at all.
After ordering, Song Zhennian put the menu aside: "The Chateaubriand steak and French snails you ordered."
"Okay." Qi Yan dragged the menu over, took out her mobile phone, and used the camera translation function to identify the content on it: "How about adding another serving of bouillabaisse?"
Song Zhennian's lips curved, "Okay."
Suddenly, the translation interface of her mobile phone jumped, and a message came through.
Even if she deliberately muted her phone before going out, the voice request window that suddenly popped up was still very obvious, and Song Zhennian saw her caller ID at a glance.
It was Wen Qingan's call.
Qi Yan didn't show it on her face, but her heartbeat was beating fast.
Song Zhennian leaned against the back of his chair, placed one hand on the table, and tapped his long white fingers on the table unhurriedly, "Take it."