shock!The cold and disabled boss stood up and kissed me

Xiao Tang stood awkwardly on the ruins, and silently stretched out his hand back. He supported the desk that had not completely fallen apart, trying to keep his legs from shaking as much as possible.

The office area of ​​the Song Group is like a pile of ruins in the city at the moment.

The unkind bald head and his big and three thick brothers spread out on the ground, some were lying on the table, and some were in crooked postures, very embarrassed.

The conscious ones would shout: The heroine, spare her life, but the unconscious ones had already rolled their eyes and their heads went blank.

Ami circled around for a while, took out her mobile phone and walked out, she dialed a number: "Boss, the people have been resolved, the Song's office area has been severely damaged."

Xiao Tang was very curious who she was calling?

After thinking about it, since she was able to save them, she should have called their savior.

She only heard "yes" from Ami, and hung up the phone. She stuffed the phone into her pocket, and looked back at Xiao Tang who was still on the same spot.

After feeling her gaze, Xiao Tang trembled, and a stiff smile appeared on his face.

Ami looked at his trembling legs and said, "Are you sure you don't need to call 120?"

"No—no, I'm in good health, my adrenal hormones are soaring..." Ha, I can't make it up.

"In that case, come and work with me."

"Ang. Huh?"

On this side, Song Qifang got into the Bentley, and saw that the driver was a colleague of similar age, and saw his face through the rearview mirror, which seemed familiar.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, he said 'Oh': "Old Jin, I said it looks familiar."

"Mr. Song is a noble man who forgets things." Uncle Jin's attitude towards him was very different from last time.

The last time he went to Gu Wan was in the name of his future father-in-law, but this time it was different.

In fact, after Song Qingli said that he had cheated, his status also changed.

Like spoiled milk.

Has no nutritional value.

Song Qifang understood this truth. After all, it was his own daughter who did something out of the ordinary, and he, the father, had to accept it. He didn't have the joint responsibility to teach his daughter well.

The green trees on the side of the road are evergreen all year round. It is a distance from the city center to Gu Wan. Looking out of the window, the high-rise buildings gradually turned into hills.

The destination is also here.

After Song Qifang got out of the car, Song Qingli didn't know that she was taking a dance class, circling around the dance room dripping with sweat, and Li Zhen, as her manager, took the trouble to shoot videos.

She used to disdain to make these videos, and always felt that she was revealing to fans from the side: how hard I work and how good I am.

But it's different now, and they are in a relatively unfavorable position now.

So now in order to catch a small number of fans and friends, they have to post some works to show their faces.

At least let people remember her.

Even with the reputation of being scolded, he must be recognized.

Li Zhen was originally unwilling to do this, but when she knew that Gu Zechuan was Mr. Kai, and that Song Qingli had not really cheated on him.

She has decided to design a play.

The Law of True Fragrance.

The current audience has defined Song Qingli as an inferior actor. Although her beauty can still retain some fans, it still cannot change the fate of being complained about.

However, in the not-too-distant future, when the truth emerges, everyone will definitely regret the behavior they uttered in the first place.

It's also a delayed pleasure.

Song Qingli's folk dance is very flexible, like a white crane dancing among mountain springs. The golden light of the sun penetrates the mountain spring, and the long neck of the white crane sometimes raises its head, and sometimes lowers its head to play with water drops.

Under the dazzling light of the dance studio, the milky white dress reflected her curvaceous figure.

Li Zhen has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and her million-level shooting techniques can be seen from her movements of advancing and retreating, rising and lying down.

When Song Qingli was dancing, she caught sight of her funny poses out of the corner of her eye, and almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

The music came to an end.

Only then did the dance room stop, and in the silence, only a slight gasp was heard.

'Crack! ' Applause came from the door.

Song Qifang didn't know when he was standing at the door. He hadn't seen his daughter dancing so intently for a long time.

Every time I watch her dance, I feel a kind of longing, just like seeing a bright future.

Her dance is to give people a kind of strength.

When she was at home, she spent almost every day in the dance studio, or she was learning to perform. She had a plan for her dreams.

She once said that she wants to be an actress in the future, so she must be physically perfect.

So hard, all in order to be a good actor in the future.

Song Qifang believes that her daughter will not give up her acting career because of anything.

"Dad! When did you come?" Song Qingli was sweating on her face and neck, and hugged Song Qifang without letting go.

Song Qifang said that he was sweating all over his mouth, but he hugged her precious daughter even tighter.

After Song Qingli was pleasantly surprised, he found that the corner of his father's mouth was damaged, as if he had been beaten.

This made her feel tight, why did her father appear here instead of at the company?
"Dad, what happened? Why is the corner of your mouth broken? Did something happen?" Song Qingli looked up, down, left, and right at his father, but found no other wounds on his body, and let go of his hanging heart.

Song Qifang is also a person who reports good news but not bad news, but said in a flat tone: "It's okay, it's okay, Zechuan has already taken care of it."

"What to do? What happened?"

Under her persecution, Song Qifang had no choice but to tell what happened during the day.

He didn't say that he was beaten, only that a few unfriendly people came to find fault.

The alarm bell sounded in Song Qingli's heart, she had an ominous premonition, since Gu Zechuan had come forward, this matter was definitely not as simple as finding fault.

"Dad, I will figure this out. You stay with Gu Wan for the time being." Song Zhiya had a strange expression on her face. She felt that this matter did not happen out of nowhere.

She has been forgetting one person these days.

Did Song Zhiya get shot and died in the abandoned factory that day?

If she died, Song Zhiya's parents would not be so quiet, so she must not be dead.

Time has passed for a while, and she feels that some secrets have slowly surfaced.

For example, Gu Zechuan's legs have healed, this is a secret.

Another example is that Song Zhiya has already told Gu Ze'an about this.

Song Qingli's heart tightened and she rushed out of the dance studio.

Gu Zechuan is in danger!

She remembered the car accident and shooting that happened before. If Gu Ze'an knew that Gu Zechuan's legs had recovered, he would definitely not let Gu Zechuan feel better.

Song Qingli made a call with her mobile phone.

It took a long time to get through on the phone.

The man's deep voice came out: "Miss me?"