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Chapter 7 Just keep pretending!

Song Qingge's face turned pale, and she held her fingers by her side, humiliating, "That's all you want to tell me?"

"Of course not!" Dong Congshan raised his eyebrows, which was very different from the dignified look on TV, "I want to warn you, stay away from Shichen from now on, if you throw yourself into my arms like last night, I will definitely not Let you go."

Song Qingge sneered, disliked her domineering, and deliberately said: "I'm afraid you will be qualified to say such things after you marry Luo Shichen!" After finishing speaking, she turned around and left.

"You——" Dong Congshan was so angry that she chased after her, trying to grab Qingge's shoulders, but she unexpectedly pulled Qingge's collar away with too much force. When she looked at Qingge's fair and long neck, When there were deep and shallow hickeys between them, he smiled meaningfully.

Oops!Song Qingge's face turned pale, and she quickly straightened her collar.

"Hey, it seems that Ms. Song had a 'happy' time last night, right?" Dong Congshan said meaningfully, "I didn't expect you to act so fast, you just got rejected by Shichen, and you immediately found a new home? I don't know—" She dragged her voice, "Can Miss Yisong's beauty be sold for 3000 million?"

After being slapped in the face, Qingge was faintly ashamed, but on the surface, she was very calm, "I don't need Miss Dong to worry about my private affairs. This is a public place. You are a famous host. You have to pay attention to your image. Don't keep your mouth shut just to sell it. People who know it will think that you often go out to sell."

"You bitch..." Dong Congshan turned green with anger, pointing at Qingge's nose and cursing.

"Miss Dong," Song Qingge looked at her indifferently, "You pointed at me with one finger, but pointed at yourself with four fingers. Are you scolding me or yourself?"

Dong Congshan was furious, withdrew her hand in displeasure, raised her eyebrows, and said ruthlessly: "Song Qingge, let me see how long you can be proud, hum, I'm waiting to see your Song family go bankrupt, and you beg me for mercy!"

"Sorry, it may not be as you wish."

"Just keep pretending!" Dong Congshan raised his eyebrows, his originally dignified face became hideous because of her anger, "To tell you the truth, Shichen has already spoken, and anyone who invests in the Song Corporation will have trouble with him. What's more , The Song family is a bottomless pit, and it is clear that there is no return, who would be so stupid to stuff money into a bottomless pit?"

Song Qingge was slightly taken aback. She was rejected when she went to solicit investment before. Could it be that Luo Shichen really said something behind?They haven't broken off their engagement before, so it's fine if he doesn't help her, but instead drags her back?
"Shichen doesn't want you anymore," Dong Congshan said terribly, "If you have the audacity to seek him out again, I'll reveal all your bad things."

"Shh! Ms. Dong, keep your voice down," she was just messing around, Song Qingge looked at her indifferently, "I heard that the TV station has strict requirements on the style of the host, if people hear that you are Luo Shichen's bed partner, You're probably going to be laid off."

"Shichen will marry me!" Dong Congshan said confidently
Qingge hooked her lips, and the smile didn't reach her eyes: "Then I'll wait to hear your good news."

"Don't worry, the invitation will definitely be sent to you!"
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Special Assistant Annie, "President Song, the police are looking for you."

When Song Qingge was wondering, two policemen entered her office, "Are you Song Qingge?"

"I am." Qingge was confused.

"The license plate is XX22A33, so it's your car!"

"Correct."

The policeman briefly introduced himself, and then took out a few photos, which were captured by the SkyEye camera, "You are suspected of a traffic accident case."

When Song Qingge saw the rear end of the Bentley Continental in the photo, she understood, and explained: "Comrade policeman, I communicated with him at the time..." But then a reporter took a photo, and she ran away in a panic.

"The video shows that you did get out of the car, but, according to the other party, you didn't discuss any compensation with him, and you didn't intend to call the police, so you fled in the end."

Song Qingge's hair was full of black lines, yes, indeed, she "escaped".But she didn't mean it, she couldn't explain to the police that she slept with him all night, and she was afraid of being stalked, so avoid him.

That's all, that's all, whatever she said she was crying, "I am fully responsible, my police colleague, he got scratches on the rear of the car, how much do I need to pay for it?"

Seeing that she had a good attitude, the policeman said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask her for advice." After making a phone call, he said, "The other party said that it would be too much trouble to go through the legal process, and they want to have sex with you."

"No problem." Song Qingge said.

The policeman handwritten a number and handed it to her, "This is the phone number of the owner of the other car, and I want you to contact him."

After the police left, Qingge looked at the string of numbers, and all the beautiful images of last night appeared in her mind, in the bathtub, on the sofa, on the bed... and today at the bank, he squeezed her into the In the corner, teasing and flirting with her.

She cursed secretly: Song Qingge, wake up!

That man gave her too much pressure, and she always felt too dangerous by his side.What happened last night has been settled, and she doesn't want to have any more interaction with him.

Then, if the rear-end chase is over, we can completely draw a line with him.

"Annie, I was rear-ended by a car today." Song Qingge handed her Gu Fengcheng's phone number, "You can contact this gentleman and talk about compensation."

"Good," said Annie.

As soon as Song Qingge left, she turned around again, "Ask the 4S shop about the maintenance fee, as long as the price he asks is not too outrageous, I will agree to him." As long as I can no longer see him, it will be fine.

"No problem." Annie reminded, "Mr. Song, Mo Shao has an appointment with you. I will meet you at Yinhe Jiutian at ten o'clock tonight."

Song Qingge's footsteps faltered, "Got it."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Okay." She said, still a little uneasy in her heart, after all, Yinhe Jiutian is a well-known prostitute in Z city.

(End of this chapter)