Chapter 338 I Don’t Have the Confidence to Fall Out (8)

Su Zhinian shook his head gently to clear all these thoughts from his mind. He closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the car, and began to count, trying to make himself calmer. However, as he continued to count, he continued to count. , I don’t know why, but the Arabic numerals turned out to be “so handsome that I can’t even close my legs.”

So handsome that you can't even stretch your legs...

These six words were like a curse. They entered his mind from time to time throughout the afternoon, causing him to sign the three words "Su Zhinian" when he signed in the afternoon. "He's so handsome that he doesn't even have to stretch his legs."

Su Zhinian felt that he might have been infected by Song Qingchun, and like her, he also thought of messy things in his mind, but his heroine was not another woman, but her.

The familiar heat spread all over his body again. His sense of smell became particularly sensitive at this time, and everything was filled with her fragrance. He couldn't help but raise his hand and tear off his tie, but the heat was still there. It couldn't be relieved, and even the thoughts in his mind became even more limitless. He was so handsome that he could not close his legs. He was so handsome that she...could not close her legs?

Su Zhinian's breath suffocated slightly, and then before he lost his composure, he raised his hand and pressed the car window without thinking.

The cold wind of late winter blew in, blowing away the warmth in the car room in a short while, and barely calmed down the fire in Su Zhinian's body.

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Seven o'clock is the most congested time in Beijing.

It usually takes only twenty minutes to get to the magnificent hotel from the company, but it took an hour to get there.

Everyone who was going to gather tonight had all arrived. As soon as Su Zhinian and his party sat down, the waiter immediately started serving food.

There were probably many people at the dinner table who had come into contact with Su Zhinian. Everyone was not too surprised to see Cheng Qingcong. They said hello in a familiar and natural manner, and then turned their attention to Song Qingchun, with a look in their eyes. Totally surprised.

Probably because Su Zhinian had no intention of making an introduction, someone couldn't help but ask: "Who is this?" when someone was toasting.

"My surname is Song." Su Zhinian seemed unwilling to say more. He just mentioned a surname and didn't even say his name. It wasn't until he finished clinking glasses and finished drinking that he added: "A friend, not From my company."

He said these words very lightly, without any ambiguity at all, but Cheng Qingcong, who was sitting next to Song Qingchun, understood the profound meaning of Su Zhinian's words.

In the shopping mall circle, many companies will deliberately recruit some young and beautiful employees. They do not need to be smart and capable. They only need to be coquettish, coaxing, and able to drink enough when they are taken out to discuss work.

After all, most people are easily attracted to beautiful things.

Of course, such beautiful employees tacitly become the object of ridicule at the wine table.

Big Boss's answer was undoubtedly telling everyone that Miss Song was not someone they could make fun of casually.

Behind his nonchalant words, he actually hid his deep protection for her.

I'm afraid that Miss Song is the only one in this world who can make him fall in love with her like this.

After dinner, Mr. Zhang, who was the host, opened two boxes. Several bosses gathered in one box to play cards, while others sang in the box next to them.