Chapter 829 "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
The waiter brought the dishes and everyone started drinking noisily. Perhaps because the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, everyone was drinking happily, but Song Cun remained refrained from drinking.
She insisted that she was not feeling well and could not drink, and no one present dared to persuade her.
After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the box became lively. Everyone was young and they played very wildly, and the scale of the games gradually became bigger.
Song Cun rarely played these games, but fortunately she had a quick mind, especially in games that required brainpower and reasoning, and she almost always won.
However, when playing dice, Song Cun accidentally lost a round. In the game of truth or dare, she chose truth.
Someone asked directly: "Manager Song is young, beautiful, and so good at her job. Does she have a boyfriend?"
Someone quickly interrupted: "Nonsense, Manager Song's way of working overtime, does it look like she has a boyfriend? I should ask, have you ever had a boyfriend?"
Song Cun's heart was shaken for a moment, and he replied with a calm smile: "We have talked about it."
"Then what was the reason for the breakup?"
It was as if his heart had been gently poked, and a few traces of bitterness overflowed. Song Cun looked up at the man and said, "Isn't it just one question?"
"Okay, continue."
I don’t know if they did it on purpose, but Song Cun quickly lost another game.
"Master, this is such a good opportunity, why don't you ask?"
Zhang Tiancheng smiled, narrowed his eyes, and said without hesitation: "It's still the previous question, the reason for the breakup of the last relationship."
Song Cun's heart choked, and her face froze. She was silent for two seconds, then asked, "Is it too late to choose the big dare now?"
Someone else said excitedly, "It's not too late, it's not too late, choose someone who won't embarrass Manager Song, and let the young master hold her like a princess for a minute."
Zhang Tiancheng turned his head and cursed at the man with a smile: "He's a jerk."
Song Cun's face flushed instantly. She originally just didn't want to talk about her relationship, but now she was forced into it. She gritted her teeth and said, "Then tell me the truth. Breaking up is my fault. It's my fault."
More than half a year after the breakup, she didn't expect that it would still hurt so much when the relationship was brought up.
She hurriedly made an excuse and said, "I'm sorry, it's getting late. You guys can have fun while I'm not feeling well. I can't stay up too late, so I have to leave first."
"It's only a little after 10 o'clock, and Manager Song doesn't have a boyfriend waiting for you at home. You don't have to get up early tomorrow, so why are you in such a hurry to go back?"
Zhang Tiancheng rolled his eyes at the person who spoke, then turned to Song Cun and said, "You don't look well. What's wrong? I'm going home too, so I'll give you a ride."
Song Cun immediately refused: "It's okay, my home is nearby, it only takes a few minutes to get there by taxi, no need to bother."
The next second, Zhang Tiancheng said calmly, "If it's not a problem, could you please, Manager Song, give me a ride? It's hard to find a designated driver at this time. Could you please be my designated driver? My home isn't far away, so it'll only take a few minutes of your time."
Song Cun was stunned. He didn't expect him to be so rude.
With so many colleagues staring at him in the box, Song Cun knew that he was sure she would never offend him in public.
After two seconds of silence, Song Cun raised his head, looking embarrassed. "Manager Zhang, you're putting me in a difficult position. I can't drive. If I could, I would have bought my own car long ago. Why would I need to take a taxi or squeeze into the bus every day?"
Song Cun got his driver's license during the summer vacation of his junior year. When he was with Liang Zhouheng, they would go out to dinner and come home at night. He would sometimes drink a little, and he would always let her drive. At first, she was afraid, and he would sit in the passenger seat and encourage her, "Drive slowly, just make sure no one gets hurt."
His sports car was expensive and difficult to drive. She was afraid of damaging it, so she drove very carefully every time and studied very hard, so she became a very good driver after just a few tries.
But Song Cun subconsciously didn't want to have too much contact with male colleagues outside of work.
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