Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Weird
Song Youning was unable to watch the promised erotic scenes, and put down his phone with some regret. After sitting for a while, he opened the small group chat with Zheng Zhilin and the others, and clicked on the borderline videos they sent one by one to watch.
Obviously these male bloggers all have good figures, but she still finds them boring.
I always can't help comparing Ji Siyun with them.
This waist is not as thin as Ji Siyun's.
This skin is not as white as Ji Siyun's.
This one doesn't have any Ji Siyun fans.
Although this one has fair skin and a thin waist, but... she's just not as good as Ji Siyun.
Song Youning watched several videos, but none of them seemed right. As she watched the male blogger twisting his body in the video, Ji Siyun's face somehow automatically appeared in her mind.
If Ji Siyun's face worked in this industry, he would definitely be a top internet celebrity——
wrong!
She has been thinking about Ji Siyun more and more frequently recently!
Song Youning suddenly lay down and pulled the quilt over her face to hide her red and hot face.
"Host! Why are you blushing?"
After taking several deep breaths, Song Youning managed to calm herself down. She suddenly threw back the quilt and spoke much faster than usual: "What do you care? Don't bother me. Go to sleep!"
The system, having been scolded for no apparent reason, shut its mouth in grievance.
Why does it feel that the host seems guilty?
Song Youning, who had a good mental state, fell asleep quickly after putting down his phone, while the president's office of the Song branch in the neighboring city remained brightly lit until dawn.
The incident that suddenly interrupted Ji Siyun that night seemed to be very troublesome. For the next two days, he did not pester Song Youning to call her again, and the news that he usually reported to her in detail about what he was doing suddenly decreased.
In the past, Song Youning was annoyed by his frequent messages and secretly turned on the Do Not Disturb function for him. But these days, seeing the phone suddenly become quiet, Song Youning was a little uncomfortable.
"Mr. Song, this document needs your signature."
Liu Lang knocked on the door and came in. He lowered his head and opened the document in his hand. He walked to Song Youning's desk and handed the document over.
Song Youning didn't move.
She was twirling a pen between her fingers, staring intently at the computer screen.
Liu Lang waited patiently for a few minutes. She maintained this posture, with only the pen between her fingers turning mechanically, which made Liu Lang curious. What was Xiao Song looking at so seriously?
Something wasn't right. Upon closer inspection, her eyes were empty and she was clearly in a daze.
Liu Lang stretched out his palm and waved it in front of her, calling out, "Mr. Song?"
Song Youning was called back to his senses by Liu Lang. He blinked, sat up straight, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Liu Lang pushed the document in front of her forward a little, "Mr. Song, this document needs your signature."
"Oh, okay." Song Youning opened the pen cap and signed his name in a flamboyant style without even looking at it.
When she closed the document and handed it back to Liu Lang, she lowered her head and glanced at the mobile phone placed beside her, and couldn't help tapping the screen again.
The interface is clean and there are no unread messages.
A shallow wrinkle unconsciously appeared between Song Youning's brows. The document in her hand was taken over by Liu Lang. She didn't know why, but after seeing the clean screen, she pressed the lock screen button with some frustration, and lay back with her hands on her chest.
"well……"
Liu Lang's hand was already on the door handle when he heard a resentful sigh behind him. He paused and turned to look back.
Song Youning, who was always carefree, frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the mobile phone on the table, with a hint of annoyance.
"Mr. Song." He couldn't contain his gossipy heart and asked, "Who are you waiting for news from?"
His question unconsciously pointed out the reason why Song Youning was uneasy at the moment. Her slender fingers unconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes. Song Youning's eyes wandered for a moment, and suddenly she looked back at Liu Lang, her bright pupils rolling upwards to express her dissatisfaction.
"Stop gossiping and do your own work."
Her tone was a little cold, and seemed to be forced calmness.
Because the good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid had such a good personality, Liu Lang wasn't very afraid of her. He chuckled and ran out, "Okay."
The door closed, Song Youning let out another long sigh, and his eyes somehow drifted to his phone again.
After realizing what she was doing, she covered her face in distress.
What are you doing, Song Youning!
If he doesn't want to send a message, then don't send one! Enjoy the peace and quiet!
Why do you still seem so lost?
Song Youning leaned back in the chair, covering her face. After a long time, in the quiet office, her sigh escaped from between her fingers.
Ever since Ji Siyun was transferred to a neighboring city and Song Youning took over, Liu Lang's workload has more than doubled, and of course his salary has also increased a lot.
I am a little tired, but I am more hopeful about the future.
After General Manager Song left General Manager Ji, although she always looked reluctant about the work that was transferred to her, she always did it well in the end.
Tsk, that means she’s not incapable, she’s just lazy. President Ji is still too pampering to her.
Thinking of Ji Siyun, the information sliding on Liu Lang's computer screen stopped. He let go of the mouse, touched his chin, and fell into deep thought.
He is the person who has spent the longest time with Mr. Song in the entire company. Others may not notice it, but how could he not know it?
The relationship between Mr. Xiao Song and Mr. Ji is definitely not ordinary.
They are not related by blood, so if they are siblings who grew up together, then the way President Ji looks at President Song is not innocent...
Liu Lang made another "tsk" sound.
Who would have thought that as soon as President Ji left, President Song and President Ning from Yongming appeared together. I heard that the two families were even planning to get engaged. The rich families are really so heartless.
He sat in his seat, stroking his chin, thinking about the grievances and grudges of the wealthy families and sighing, when a figure slowly appeared in the corner of his eye.
Liu Lang came back to his senses and thought someone was looking for Song Youning, so he subconsciously spoke first: "Just leave it with me. Mr. Song is busy right now... Mr. Ji?"
What caught his eye was Ji Siyun in a suit. The young man was cold and dignified, very tall, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes, with a slightly gloomy look, seemed to carry a chill that had lingered for a thousand years. Liu Lang felt a chill down his spine and quickly stood up.
Ji Siyun nodded, his dark eyes swept across the panicked Liu Lang, and after a few seconds, he asked, "Is she busy?"
Liu Lang's scalp tingled under his gaze. He quickly shook his head and told him everything without knowing why: "Ms. Song seems to be in a bad mood today. She didn't even go to lunch at noon. She told me this afternoon that she needs to rest for a while and not to be disturbed."
The handsome young man in front of him frowned slightly, "She's not feeling well?"
Liu Lang touched his head and laughed dryly twice, "No, I'm just not in a good mood."
He glanced at Ji Siyun cautiously and said hesitantly, "When I was delivering the information this morning, I saw Mr. Song was always looking at his phone... like he was waiting for someone."
Is she waiting for someone?
His hands were clenched into fists behind his back, and the stinging pain from his nails digging into his palms kept Ji Siyun sane. He nodded to Liu Lang, turned and walked towards Song Youning's office.
Liu Lang didn't dare to stop him. He could only sit back in his chair and pray that Xiao Song would not come to him to accuse him in the future.
With every step he took towards her office, Ji Siyun tried his best to control his emotions. There was sinisterness and madness surging in his dark eyes, but he suppressed it just before he pushed open her door.
The room was covered with a gauze curtain, letting in a faint glow in the sunlight. Song Youning sat in the president's chair with his back to the door.
When Ji Siyun heard Liu Lang say that she was resting, he opened the door very quietly, afraid of disturbing Song Youning, and walked towards her quietly.
The young man was tall. As soon as he walked to her desk, he saw that Song Youning was not asleep, but was holding her mobile phone with her head down.
Her long black hair fell from her ears, covering a little of her beautiful face. Her light cherry-colored lips were plump and soft, and her full lip beads looked very suitable for kissing.
She frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the screen of her mobile phone. She was absorbed in what she was looking at, and she looked quite quiet and well-behaved.
From a distance, Ji Siyun could see through the dimly lit screen what looked like a chat dialog box—
Who is it? Who is she waiting for news from?
They had just video chatted a few days ago, but he felt as if he hadn't seen her for a long time and was about to lose her.
His heart was burning, and the pain of the past few days surged in his chest, as if it was going to cut open his heart and burst out. The intense bitterness and pain made Ji Siyun's throat almost unable to make a sound.
The imagined anger and questioning all dissipated like smoke, leaving only panic.
He didn't even dare to take another step forward to see who she was talking to.
Ji Siyun closed his eyes and even his breathing became heavy.
Song Youning was startled by the sudden breathing sound of another person in the room. She turned her head stiffly and relaxed instantly when she saw it was Ji Siyun. Suddenly she remembered something and hurriedly turned off her phone.
Ji Siyun stood there, watching her exit the chat box with someone unknown, and then locked the screen.
Song Youning turned around in his chair, his expression a little unnatural: "Why are you back?"
The young man's gloomy eyes were fixed on the phone in her hand, his beautiful lips were pursed into a straight line, and his sinister eyes seemed to want to stare two holes into her phone.
That look made Song Youning feel like her phone was getting hot. She simply put the locked phone on the table, folded her arms over her chest, leaned back in her chair, raised her head and asked again, "Ji Siyun, why are you back?"
Those dark eyes finally slowly turned to look at her. The young man's voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing something. "Come back and report on your work."
"Report on your work?" A hint of doubt flashed in Song Youning's eyes. "Didn't I hear Dad ask you to come back and report on your work?"
Ji Siyun's pale face was a little tense, and he forced a smile at her that was so faint that it was almost non-existent. "It was a last-minute decision, and the young lady doesn't know about it yet."
"Oh." Song Youning nodded suspiciously.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Ji Siyun stood there, not knowing what he was thinking, emotions surging in his dark eyes, not as calm as his expression.
He has never been a talkative person and only speaks in front of Song Youning. This is the first time that Ji Siyun has been so silent when they are alone together.
Why is he acting weird?
I felt something was wrong since the last video, and today it's even stranger.
Song Youning raised his eyelids and happened to meet Ji Siyun's gaze. The emotions that the other party had tried hard to suppress surged in his dark eyes, and Song Youning could read some anger in them.
What's going on? He's right because he hasn't messaged her in the past two days?
Song Youning was about to ask him what he had been busy with these past two days when Liu Lang's voice suddenly became louder outside the door.
"Boss Ning, why are you here?"
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