Chapter 11
Song Bojian's head was buzzing.
He subconsciously wanted to leave, but Meng Xihan just stood in front of him, as if blocking all his escape routes.
He looked at the ground resignedly, without saying a word.
But Meng Xihan spoke up: "Qin Yutai asked me to pick you up. Shengjia opened a branch in Shanghai, and he is the person in charge."
She paused, her tone unable to tell whether she was happy or angry: "But I didn't expect that the investor would be you."
Song Bojian pursed his lips, but didn't know what to say.
If he had known that Qin Yutai was joining Shengjia, he would never have been so rash as to invest in her.
Thinking about this, Song Bojian felt a little helpless and asked, "Since it is the Shengjia branch, why didn't you use the Shengjia name?"
Meng Xihan looked at him and said slowly, "Are you sure you want to stand here and discuss business with me?"
Her counter-question was very successful, at least Song Bojian had nothing to say.
He bent down to pick up the luggage, and Meng Xihan followed.
When they arrived at the parking lot, Meng Xihan walked to a Maybach and turned on the headlights.
Song Bojian couldn't help but be amazed. Three years ago it was a G-Class, and three years later it was a Maybach. Meng Xihan is a beautiful and rich woman that many people envy.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he shook his head slightly again.
What does this have to do with him? After all, Meng Xihan has already been married.
Song Bojian thought of the lesson he had learned from the previous passenger seat and subconsciously opened the back door.
But it didn't pull.
Meng Xihan closed the trunk and looked at him from the other side: "Sit in the passenger seat."
Song Bojian had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the passenger door.
This time, there were no dolls, not even any extra decorations, just as deserted as Meng Xihan himself.
Song Bojian was stunned for a moment, and Meng Xihan had already gotten into the car on the other side.
She raised her eyes slightly and asked, "Where are you going?"
Song Bojian came back to his senses and said, "Let's go to Han'an Hotel first."
As it was the end of the year, Song Bojian specially booked a private room to hold a celebration banquet for the studio.
Meng Xihan didn't say much and started the car.
It was winter and the roads were covered with snow.
Song Bojian couldn't help but move closer to the car window and look at the scenery outside with wide eyes.
It wasn't until he felt something cold on his lips that he suddenly shuddered. Looking at the lip print on the car window, he tapped his toes on the ground in embarrassment.
He had no choice but to turn to Meng Xihan, who was driving seriously, and asked, "Where are the tissues in your car?"
Meng Xihan didn't think too much about it and casually pointed to the box in front of him.
Song Bojian quickly took out a tissue to wipe the red spot, then sat up straight and didn't dare to move again.
After about half an hour, we finally arrived.
As soon as Meng Xihan parked the car, Song Bojian said, "Thank you. I'll ask Qin Yutai to treat you to a meal later!"
Not himself, but Qin Yutai.
Meng Xihan's eyes darkened for a moment, then he nodded: "Okay."
Looking at Song Bojian's back as he was taken in by hotel security carrying his luggage, Meng Xihan let out a breath and started the car again.
At eight o'clock in the evening, after Song Bojian had tidied himself up, he stepped into the box.
All of his former employees are here.
The atmosphere was lively and exciting, and he couldn't help but have a few drinks.
By the time he had walked around, his face was already a little flushed.
He was taken by Cen Sui to wait at the elevator.
The moment the elevator door opened, Meng Xihan's face suddenly came into view.
Cen Sui was about to help him go in, but Song Bojian broke free from him.
"No, no, it's this cold-faced, cold-hearted woman again. It's annoying just to look at her!"
As soon as the words came out, Cen Sui's expression broke, and Meng Xihan's eyes suddenly darkened.
Qin Yutai, standing aside, tried to smooth things over with a smile: "Bo Jian likes to talk nonsense when he's drunk. Haha, Mr. Meng, please don't mind."
Meng Xihan glanced at her: "Do you know him well?"
Qin Yutai inexplicably felt the hairs on her back stand up, and she quickly said, "I've known him for more than two years, and we're just good friends."
Meng Xihan paused for a second, and then softened his tone a little: "Press the elevator, I'll take him back."
Qin Yutai did as he was told. Cen Sui wanted to stop him, but the moment Meng Xihan grabbed Song Bojian, the latter looked at her with his eyes open and murmured.
"It turns out that you really do dream about your ex-girlfriend when you're drunk."
At this moment, Cen Sui quickly retracted his outstretched hand and tactfully stepped aside.
If you ruin someone's marriage, God will strike you with lightning!
Meng Xihan supported him, and suddenly there was a smile in his eyes.
"Where is your home? I'll take you back."
Song Bojian instinctively reported the name of the neighborhood next door.
It was not until he sat in the passenger seat of Meng Xihan's car that he looked at the woman and uttered a word.
"Are you so poor that you're starting a part-time job as a designated driver?"
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