Chapter 747: Lost Soul
Song Cun was suddenly called out, and couldn't help but be curious. He leaned over and glanced at his colleague's phone, "Let me see it too."
The colleague tilted the phone towards her and said, "Look at her. You know what, she looks a bit like you."
The photo was quite eye-catching, as if it was a candid shot from a certain angle, but the girl's entire face was raised and she was half-kneeling on the ground. There was also a small white piece of paper hanging from her tongue.
Song Cun asked casually, "What are you doing?"
The male colleague next to her took the initiative to explain, "This is a common paper-tearing game played in bars. It's about tearing paper mouth to mouth, and not letting the paper fall to the ground. The paper gets smaller and smaller as it's torn. The game gets more and more exciting as it goes on. It's obvious that this girl is having a lot of fun. She even did such an indecent move. And unfortunately, she was secretly filmed."
"It even made it to our school's forum. This is most likely the work of her rival. A goddess-level figure like Song Zixin has plenty of rivals in school. Now, her image has completely collapsed."
"I don't know how much she can earn in one night to let her have so much fun."
Song Cun couldn't stand it any longer and tried to persuade him, "Maybe he has his reasons and is forced to do so. It's better not to comment. It's time to get off work and go eat."
"Ah, that's true. The world is so fickle. These days, these rich men are having all sorts of fun. Sometimes it's just completely upsetting to your worldview."
"No need to talk anymore, my takeaway has arrived."
My colleague dropped his phone and ran to the front desk.
Song Cun paused and couldn't help but look at the mobile phone on the table again. This time, her eyes were attracted by the long legs in a suit next to the girl.
The more she looked, the more familiar it seemed, from the shoes, pants, even the black socks that were only slightly exposed, to the hand resting on the leg, and the watch with only a corner exposed.
Even if the watch wasn't there, she wouldn't have made a mistake. She was pressed on the bed by this hand last night and had been touched by this hand countless times. How could she not recognize it?
Song Cun grabbed his cell phone and stared at the photo, wishing he could see through it.
"Still watching?"
A colleague came back with takeout and looked at Song Cun.
Song Cun didn't take her eyes off the photo. She and the girl in the photo were looking at each other as if through the screen. The girl raised her seductive face, as if showing off to her.
She felt her whole body trembling, but unexpectedly the voice that came out of her throat sounded surprisingly calm: "When was this photo taken?"
The colleague glanced at her again and replied, "I don't know when the photo was taken, but it was uploaded at midnight yesterday. The person who took the photo must have been eager to upload it as soon as possible. What's wrong with you? You don't know her, do you?"
Song Cun: "Tell me again, what's her name?"
Seeing Song Cun's face turn visibly pale, his colleague softened his tone, "Song Zixin."
Song Cun forwarded the photo to himself, then returned the phone to his colleague and walked out without saying a word.
Her colleagues were a little worried about her and called out to her from behind, "Song Cun, are you okay? Where are you going?"
She didn't look back, but her slender figure looked distraught.
As soon as Song Cun came out of the elevator, her cell phone rang. The ringtone made her eardrums tremble and her heart seemed to stop. She slowly raised her arm and looked at the cell phone screen. However, the caller shown on the screen was her mother.
As soon as the call was connected, her mother's crying and shouting voice came from the other end, "Song Cun, come back soon, your father had an accident at the construction site!"
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