"I heard from your secretaries that your girlfriend bought you your clothes and ties, and now she's buying you a ring. This girl must really like you."
Song Hengjue coughed lightly: "So-so."
"Although I haven't met the boss's wife yet, judging by Mr. Song's standards, she must be an angel." The manager had realized the boss's wife's importance to Song Hengjue, and he showered Yang Qingheng with praise.
Hearing others praise Yang Qingheng, Song Hengjue's vanity was about to explode.
A smile appeared in her eyes, and she replied without hesitation, "Of course, she's doing very well in her career, you might even have met her."
The manager next to him slapped his thigh and said with a big smile, "You've even bought the ring, Mr. Song, you must be getting married soon! Congratulations!"
"That's not wrong. I'll invite you to my wedding banquet then." When Song Hengjue brought up this topic, his eyes darted around, and he seemed a little guilty.
The woman didn't agree after all. If she still doesn't want to get married later, wouldn't that be like him slapping himself in the face?
Mo Yao rolled her eyes inwardly as she watched his lips practically curl into a smile.
It's a completely unrealistic project, yet Song Hengjue dares to boast about it.
She had heard from Fang Nan that the girl hadn't divorced her current husband yet, and according to what Song Hengjue had said before, the girl was a respectable person, and she would have to consider her reputation. How could she possibly marry Song Hengjue right after getting a divorce?
My boss has really gotten carried away just because he got the girl's attention; he's starting to daydream.
Song Hengjue was flattered by the compliments and was almost ready to send them wedding invitations on the spot when a knock on the door interrupted him: "Mr. Song, someone is looking for you. They say it's your girlfriend."
Yang Qingheng is here?! Song Hengjue was startled and subconsciously looked down at his attire.
The clothes were neat and tidy, and although a bit old-fashioned, there was absolutely no problem with them.
He rushed downstairs excitedly.
This was the first time the woman had come to his company since they started dating.
Song Hengjue felt uneasy. He had heard that men are most handsome when they are at work. Should he pretend to be very busy in a while?
So that she wouldn't keep saying he had nothing to do all day, making him seem like a good-for-nothing slacker.
She nervously tugged at the hem of her clothes, carefully checking herself several times inside the elevator to make sure there were no issues with her attire before stepping out.
The managers looked at each other in bewilderment.
...What just flew out?
Looking at their ignorant attitude, Mo Yao chuckled inwardly, feeling a surge of pride.
This little scene has surprised them so much? They've never seen Song Hengjue holding his phone and grinning like an idiot before.
Song Hengjue searched downstairs but couldn't find anyone. Panicked, he grabbed the receptionist: "Where's my girlfriend?"
Could it be that she left because he came down too late? That woman has never had much patience for him.
"She just left, saying you should go to this address to find her." The receptionist was used to Song Hengjue's serious and composed demeanor, and seeing him so nervous for the first time, she was momentarily stunned and took a note out of the drawer.
Song Hengjue took the slip of paper, which actually had the name of a hotel written on it. His face flushed, and he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. He didn't dare to look at the receptionists in front of him and strode outside with the slip of paper in his hand.
I never expected that President Song would be so innocent when it comes to love.
The receptionist almost burst out laughing, feeling that the filter Song Hengjue usually had in front of them had shattered instantly.
Yang Qingheng rubbed her nose, feeling like someone was talking about her, but now was not the time to daydream. She looked at the private investigator in front of her and asked, "So, did you find out?"
The young man took an envelope out of his pocket, slammed it on the table, sat down, picked up a glass of water, poured himself some tea, and said, "It's right here. Take a look for yourself."
Yang Qingheng paused, subconsciously exchanged a glance with Tang Bainian beside her, before taking the envelope and opening it.
Upon seeing the familiar faces inside, his expression suddenly changed.
It's actually Song Hengjue?!
Tang Bainian's fingertips trembled, and a vague emotion flashed in his eyes. He picked up a cup of tea and took a few sips to cover up his feelings.
Unaware that his scheme had been exposed, Song Hengjue excitedly took the note to the hotel, retrieved Yang Qingheng's room key from the front desk, and rushed upstairs.
His mouth almost stretched to the back of his head in a wide grin.
He deliberately didn't call Yang Qingheng these past two days. See, she still misses him after all, and now she can't resist inviting him over.
It's a couple's themed set.
Song Hengjue had been to this hotel with Yang Qingheng before, so he naturally knew what it was like inside. The image came to mind, and all the blood in his body rushed to his lower body.
When she came before, she solemnly declared that she would never come with him a second time. Sure enough, a woman's words are deceiving.
Song Hengjue rubbed his hands together outside the door, jumped up and down excitedly twice, and then pushed the door open with a big smile on his face: "I knew you missed me..."
Xu Lan turned around at the sound, crossed her arms and said calmly, "That's exactly why I missed you. Come in."
Song Hengjue's face immediately turned frosty: "What are you doing here?"
He turned around and was about to open the door and leave.
However, the door had already been closed from the outside.
"What exactly do you want?" Song Hengjue couldn't turn the doorknob, and laughed in anger. He turned back to Xu Lan with a gloomy expression.
"We're all old friends, don't be so angry," Xu Lan said with a smile, patting the little boy who was curiously peeking out from the side. "Sweetie, it's been a long time since you've seen your Uncle Song, you've become a bit estranged. Go and get some affection with your Uncle Song."
The girl had been itching to play, and upon hearing this, she took off running towards Song Hengjue, clinging to his leg like a leech: "Uncle Song, you haven't played with me in so long."
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