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Chapter 52: Public or Private
"Mr. Sun," Song Qingge was stunned, she lowered her head slightly: "I'm sorry."

Sun Chen was surprised, "As far as I know, you don't have a boyfriend."

"I have a fiancé." She lowered her head even lower. The last time Sun Chen invited her to dinner, she had already noticed it, but she never thought that he would mention it to her so directly.They are discussing cooperation, and her refusal may cause Song to lose a good opportunity.Even so, she didn't want to win cooperation by playing ambiguously.

"You have already announced the cancellation of the engagement in the newspaper." Sun Chen said that he was not ignorant of her. Before he wanted to pursue her, he had conducted a simple investigation of her situation.

"That was a misunderstanding." It seems that only in this way can we reasonably reject his pursuit. "In the near future, we may hold an engagement ceremony." She put her hands on her lap and said frankly: "Mr. You misunderstood...I'm sorry."

"Really?" Sun Chen didn't speak any more, his eyes fell on the night outside the window, and he took a sip with his wine glass.

It was a bit cold after that.

Later, when he walked out of the restaurant, Sun Chen offered to see her off, but she politely refused.

As soon as she left, Sun Chen stopped her. He looked at her gently, but his tone was as gentle as ever: "Qingge, nice to meet you." When speaking, he extended his right hand to her.

She raised her lips and reached out her right hand to hold his hand, "Me too."

But Sun Chen's left hand suddenly put his arms around her shoulders, hugged her into his arms, then patted her shoulders lovingly, then slowly let go, helped her straighten her coat, and said solemnly: " goodbye!"

"Goodbye." Song Qingge looked at his back, she had a lot of feelings, this is the first man she met in the mall so gentle, elegant and generous.

She sighed slightly, and when she turned around, she found that Dong Congshan walked out of the restaurant holding Luo Shichen's hand, and walked in another direction with her back turned.They talked affectionately while walking, Dong Congshan smiled sweetly, this trick seemed to be very useful for Luo Shichen, he quietly pinched Dong Congshan's butt.

For a moment, Dong Congshan looked back and winked at her ostentatiously.

At this moment, Song Qingge was very calm.

Lao Zhong called and said that there was a traffic jam, and it was estimated that he would come to pick her up in about ten minutes.

On a winter night, it was still very cold, she stood waiting by the side of the street with her hands in her coat pockets, but she hadn't fully recovered from her cold and sneezed several times in a row.

Suddenly, a Bentley Continental stopped beside her.

It's Gu Fengcheng's car!

Song Qingge was slightly startled, her heart was pounding, although the car stopped, but the windows were closed and the sky was dark, she couldn't see the people inside clearly.

Suddenly, the glass of the co-pilot slowly fell, and Song Qingge vaguely saw the man in the driver's seat. He was looking at the front of the car, and the side was still so perfect that it moved her heart, but the expression on his face seemed... very cold.

At that moment, she was at a loss. What did he mean?Are you going to let her get in the car?But what's the meaning of his cold face and the way he didn't look at her?For a while, she didn't know what to do, neither to leave nor to stay.

Fortunately, Lao Zhong's car also arrived, and when it parked behind the Bentley Continental, she hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips and got into her own car.

"Go home?" Old Zhong asked as usual.

"Go to Xiaowan's house." She said, Xu Wan had returned to Z City, and the two had a phone call in the afternoon.

When the car started to drive away, she endured it and didn't look up at the Bentley Continental.

The night is confused, and her heart is even more confused. Perhaps, she needs to be calm and calm.She was stuffy, leaning her elbows against the car door, closing her eyes and feigning sleep.

Suddenly, the brakes were slammed, and amidst the strong sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, her body uncontrollably slammed into the co-pilot's seat, and her forehead hit the back of the seat.

rear end!
The strong inertia frightened her so much that she could hardly speak, her head felt dizzy and painful, and she felt uncomfortable. She held on to the seat with one hand and couldn't lift her head for a long time.

"Miss, how are you?" Old Zhong was terrified when he saw her.

At this time, someone knocked on their car window.

Lao Zhong opened the door and got off the car.

"How do you drive?" The low and hoarse voice in the past now contained a hint of coldness.

Song Qingge was slightly shocked by this voice.

The big boss is tall and tall, and the aura made Lao Zhong a little scared, but he still said truthfully: "Sir, it was because you didn't turn on the lights when you changed lanes, and suddenly slowed down!"

The big boss frowned displeased, the car was dimly lit, he could only vaguely see her sitting in the back seat, "Which eye of yours saw that I didn't turn on the lights?"

"You didn't have it in the first place." Lao Zhong suddenly became uncertain, lacking in confidence, and his tone faded.

When the rear-end chase happened, she knew that the other party was him, but she never said a word from the beginning to the end, and the big boss was even more unhappy: "You are the one who chased the rear-end, why, you still want to shirk responsibility?"

Lao Zhong thought he was unlucky.

"Tell me," the big boss lit a cigarette, "Is it public or private?"

Old Zhong hesitated, opened the rear door and asked, "Miss?"

Song Qingge's head was still dizzy and aching, and she felt very uncomfortable. She trusted Lao Zhong very much, and after listening to their conversation, she also guessed that this man deliberately caused Lao Zhong to rear-end him!
She forced her head up without raising her eyelids, and said to Lao Zhong, "It's private."

After Lao Zhong expressed his intention, the big boss blew out a smoke ring, "Are you the owner of the car?"

Old clock is not.

"Let the owner of the car talk to me." He stared at the back seat of the car with deep eyes.

Then, Lao Zhong opened the back seat of the car to convey her meaning to Song Qingge.

She frowned, knowing that he was making things difficult on purpose, she still insisted on getting out of the car. In the dark, he was leaning against the door of the Bentley Continental, his smoking posture even more charming.

She must have been seduced by him, that's why she still felt moved when he treated her so badly.

Song Qingge walked up to him, and sighed in her heart: "Mr. Gu."

"You know me now?" The big boss snorted coldly. Outside the restaurant, he parked the car in front of her and rolled down the window. The meaning of letting her get in the car was so obvious that she turned a blind eye ?
Song Qingge frowned, hurt again by his uncertain attitude, "What do you want?"

"What's your attitude! It's your car rear-end, and you still ask me what's wrong?" The big boss was unhappy.I haven't seen him for a few days. He was already upset, but when we met, he was on edge again.

Her head really hurts, her aunt hasn't left yet, and the night wind is cold. Seeing his attitude, she doesn't want to talk to him about unnecessary topics, "Call the police."

After speaking, she turned around and was about to go back to her car.

"Song Qingge!" The big boss was angry, "What kind of attitude do you have?"

She ignored him, got in the car and asked Lao Zhong to call the police.

While waiting for the traffic police to arrive, Song Qingge sat in the back seat and saw him leaning on the Bentley Continental, smoking non-stop, and seemed very irritable.

He intentionally caused rear-end collision, and treated her with such a bad attitude, what on earth is he trying to do?Sue for peace?Unlike, in her opinion, he seemed to be deliberately finding fault to make her unhappy.

She lowered her head and resisted looking.
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In fact, it was a very simple rear-end collision incident. The Bentley Continental's buttock was bruised, and the traffic police came.

Gu Fengcheng didn't express his opinion.

In fact, Lao Zhong also wanted to go private, after all, it would be more troublesome to go public.

It was obviously a very simple matter, but after working for two hours, there was still no result.Later, when she couldn't take it anymore, Song Qingge compromised and agreed to talk to him.

(End of this chapter)