Su Zhinian gently shook his head and cleared all these thoughts in his mind. He closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the car, and began to count, trying to clear himself. However, he counted , I don't know what happened, the Arabic numerals were actually counted as "handsome to match-no-close-legs".

Handsome to fit-no-close-legs...

These six words are almost like a magic spell. This afternoon, they got into his mind from time to time. When he signed this afternoon, he also signed the three words "Su Zhinian" "Handsome to fit-no-close-legs".

Su Zhinian felt that she might have been infected by Song Qingchun. Even like her, she also remembered the messy things in her brain, but his heroine was not another woman but her.

The familiar heat was all over the body again, his sense of smell became particularly sensitive at this time, and it was full of her fragrance. He couldn’t help raising his hand and pulled off his tie, but the heat was still there. Unable to alleviate, even the thoughts in his mind have become even more boundless, handsome to fit-no-close-legs, handsome to her... He-no-close-legs?

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

The cold wind of the deep winter blew in, and soon dissipated the warmth in the car's interior, barely blowing off the dry fire in Su Zhinian's body.

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Beijing city at seven o'clock is the most congested period.

It usually takes only 20 minutes to travel from the company to Jinbi Brilliance, and it took an hour to arrive.

All the people to be gathered tonight have arrived, Su Zhinian and his party were seated, and the waiter immediately started serving.

People at a dinner table probably contacted Su Zhinian a lot. Everyone saw that Cheng Qingcong was not a big accident. Shuluo naturally greeted him, and then he focused his attention on Song Qingchun’s body. A little surprised.

It may be that Su Zhinian didn't have any intention to make an introduction. When someone was toasting, they couldn't help but ask, "This is this?"

"The surname is Song." Su Zhinian seemed to be unwilling to say more, only to mention a surname, and he didn't even say the name. He didn't add it until he finished drinking and drinking: "A friend, isn't it My company."

His words were very light, without any ambiguity at all, but Cheng Qingchun, who was sitting next to Song Qingchun, knew the meaning of Su Zhinian's words.

In the circle of shopping malls, many companies will deliberately recruit young and beautiful employees. They do not need them to be smart and capable. They only need to be coquettish, coaxing, and drinking enough when they are taken out to talk about work.

After all, most people tend to feel good about beautiful things.

Of course, this kind of beautiful employees has become the object of ridicule on the wine table.

Big BOSS replied in this way, no doubt telling everyone that Miss Song is not someone they can just kidding.

Behind his trivial words, he actually hides his strong protection for her.

I'm afraid that in this world, there is only Miss Song, so that he can be so kind.

After dinner, Mr. Zhang, the owner, opened two boxes, several BOSS gathered in one box to play cards, and the others sang in the box next to them.