Chapter 7 I didn’t mean to ignore messages

At this point, Jiang Jingcheng was a little angry. Not only was he angry, but there was also a hint of grievance in his eyes and eyebrows. "He deliberately did this to me!"

Looking at the scratches on the two cars, Song Huaijing had already guessed something. He didn't ask any more questions, but walked up and started talking to the man.

However, the incident itself was the man's fault. He just saw that Jiang Jingcheng's car was more expensive and the other party was a young girl, so he wanted to take the initiative and shirk responsibility.

Seeing that the other party had a friend coming, and that he was not a simple person at first glance, the man instantly lost the arrogant attitude he had just used when arguing with Jiang Jingcheng.

But in order to evade his responsibility, the man still shouted: "Alright, alright, today I'll just be unlucky!"

Song Huaijing raised a mocking smile and said in a cold tone, "It's not okay to let others suffer losses. Let the traffic police handle it."

The man became even more nervous after hearing this. He shouted angrily, "I've already said forget it, what else do you want?"

"It's hard to say whose responsibility it is, and it doesn't count just because you say it."

Song Huaijing turned around and looked at Jiang Jingcheng, "Did you call the police?"

"Not yet." Jiang Jingcheng said that she was hit by a scam as soon as she came down, and then she started arguing with the person.

Song Huaijing took out his cell phone and called the police.

The man who had just been swearing at Jiang Jingcheng was now unable to say anything.

While waiting for the traffic police to come, Jiang Jingcheng said a little embarrassedly: "Well, Mr. Song, you go ahead and do your work. I can do it myself."

Song Huaijing didn't say anything, but just looked at the girl who was some distance away from him. For some reason, Song Huaijing felt that Jiang Jingcheng at this moment was different from Jiang Jingcheng last night.

What's the difference?

The girl last night was bold, sunny and bright, giving people a very dazzling feeling.

She came to ask for her contact information, and anyone with a discerning eye could see her purpose.

But at this moment, Jiang Jingcheng was deliberately keeping a distance from himself.

It shouldn't be.

Song Huaijing looked at Jiang Jingcheng and answered irrelevantly, "Next time you encounter something like this, don't argue with others, just call the police directly."

"Yeah." Jiang Jingcheng nodded obediently.

Then the two fell silent again, but they looked at each other.

Song Huaijing let Jiang Jingcheng look at him very calmly, and he also looked at Jiang Jingcheng very calmly.

Jiang Jingcheng looked innocent and bewildered, but deep down he was wondering what Song Huaijing meant.

I sent him a message, but he didn't reply all day long, but now he is helping me again.

Jiang Jingcheng doesn't think Song Huaijing is the kind of person who would help others when he sees injustice.

So what does Song Huaijing mean?

Is it really such a coincidence that I haven't seen any news about her?

After a brief brain storm, Jiang Jingcheng pursed his lips slightly and said with some shame: "Sorry, I thought you were willing to add me on WeChat, but..."

Jiang Jingcheng didn't finish what he meant, but Song Huaijing understood.

Jiang Jingcheng continued, "That's why I took the liberty to send you a message today."

"You must be troubled too, right? I won't be so presumptuous again."

After listening to Jiang Jingcheng's words, Song Huaijing raised his eyebrows slightly, "You sent me a WeChat message today?"

Jiang Jingcheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded stupidly, "Yeah."

Song Huaijing understood the reason for this sudden change. He smiled faintly and said, "Sorry, it was my negligence. I didn't check the message carefully."

"Didn't you see it?" Jiang Jingcheng seemed a little doubtful and surprised.

"Yes, there was a lot of news, and it might have been squeezed down below, so I neglected it." Song Huaijing was very calm because he really didn't see it.

Song Huaijing clicked into WeChat again and actually saw that there were still many unread messages.

Song Huaijing scrolled down and it took him a long time to find Jiang Jingcheng's WeChat, and then he saw the message from her greeting him early in the morning.

"Sorry, I will pay attention next time." Song Huaijing looked at Jiang Jingcheng and said very seriously.

Jiang Jingcheng couldn't help but blushing, feeling a little embarrassed.

However, although he felt embarrassed, Jiang Jingcheng heaved a sigh of relief. Now it was okay. He was finally sure that Song Huaijing was not unwilling to reply to him, but he really did not see it.

Jiang Jingcheng muttered quietly, "I thought Mr. Song was unwilling to reply to me."

As he spoke, Jiang Jingcheng raised his hands and clasped them across his chest.

Song Huaijing paused. It was still hot at the end of September, but a little cool at night. Jiang Jingcheng was still wearing a spaghetti-strap suspender dress.

When Song Huaijing came to his senses, he had already taken off his coat and walked two steps towards Jiang Jingcheng, then turned around and was about to put his coat on Jiang Jingcheng.

"No need!" Jiang Jingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly and took a step back in surprise.

But Song Huaijing didn't give Jiang Jingcheng any chance to refuse and directly put the coat on her shoulders.

Just at this moment the traffic police came over and the two men went up to negotiate with them.

In fact, it was just an ordinary quarrel. If the man had not noticed that Jiang Jingcheng was a girl and deliberately shirked responsibility, or even wanted to trick Jiang Jingcheng, the matter would not have become so serious.

But because of the man's attitude, Jiang Jingcheng was unwilling to suffer a loss.

After understanding what happened, the traffic police will determine the responsibility, and then they have to notify the insurance company. In short, it is a cumbersome and time-consuming task.

During the meeting, Song Huaijing received a call from Zhuang Yan. The bar was extremely noisy. Zhuang Yan seemed to be worried that Song Huaijing couldn't hear him, so he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brother, where are you? Why haven't you come yet?"

The voice on the phone was too loud, and Jiang Jingcheng was close to Song Huaijing, so Jiang Jingcheng could also hear the voice on the phone.

Song Huaijing said in a deep voice: "I have other things to do here, so I won't go tonight."

Just like Zhuang Yan did before, Song Huaijing quickly hung up the phone after he finished speaking, not giving the other party a chance to say more.

"Mr. Song, if you are busy, you can go first. I can do it myself." Jiang Jingcheng said hurriedly.

Song Huaijing looked at Jiang Jingcheng and finally smiled, "What serious business can you be busy with at a bar so late at night?"

Jiang Jingcheng was speechless for a moment.

"Things have been almost dealt with. I'll take you back." Song Huaijing said.

Jiang Jingcheng no longer pretended to be reserved and refused. After all, she liked Song Huaijing. She should be happy that Song Huaijing could personally send her back.

On the way back, Jiang Jingcheng kept trying to find some topics to talk to Song Huaijing.

But she knew too little about Song Huaijing, and now she had no idea what she should say to him.

After a brief moment of embarrassment, Jiang Jingcheng thanked Song Huaijing again, "I am really sorry to trouble you, Mr. Song, with what happened today."