As soon as Song Jing felt a sharp pain in his arm, his whole body was thrown two meters away by a force of momentum.
"It's okay to act arrogant at home, but it's not right to embarrass others outside." Song Jinnan's deep voice sounded slowly.
He slowly unbuttoned the platinum cufflinks on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves.
The exposed arms have a tight texture.
Song Jing was a little scared at this time.
Because he had been beaten to a bloody head by these hands twice.
His eyes met Song Jinnan's in the air, and Song Jing was the first to speak: "Why are you here, uncle?"
"I'm going to do an interview column. Unfortunately, as soon as the recording started, you, a mad dog, rushed in and started biting and barking." Song Jinnan's eyes were frighteningly cold.
Song Jing was arrogant just now, but now he was called a mad dog. He could no longer save face, but he still forced out a stiff smile: "I have a few words to say to Qiao Wan. After we finish speaking, you can record it again." .”
"I only have half an hour, and you've already delayed me for ten minutes." Song Jinnan deliberately glanced at his watch and frowned, "Get away now. Because I'm afraid you'll say a few more words. , the Song family has been completely disgraced by you."
Qiao Wan didn't expect that Song Jinnan would help again, and she looked at him with gratitude.
Song Jing did not dare to be serious with Song Jinnan, so she could only vent her resentment on Qiao Wan, "Qiao, give you one minute, get out of here right now!"
"I have nothing to say to you -" Qiao Wan wouldn't go out with Song Jing now if she had a single brain cell.
Before she could finish her words, two police officers were already standing at the door of the studio. "We just received a call saying that someone was provoking quarrels and causing trouble at the TV station."
Song Jing was immediately dumbfounded. It was already too late to run away. Qiao Wan pointed at him and said, "This is Mr. Song Jing who is provoking trouble. He even beat Director Liu just now."
The witnesses and material evidence were all there, and no matter how much Song Jing tried to quibble, she still couldn't escape being taken to the police station to make a record.
When Song Jing was taken away, she stared at Qiao Wan fiercely, "How dare you call the police? Wait until I come out to make you look good!"
Before Qiao Wan could answer, Song Jinnan slowly added: "I am the one who called the police. If you don't believe it, you can go to the police station and check if it is my mobile phone number on the call record."
"..."
Song Jing was completely speechless.
He didn't want to quarrel with this uncle who was only two years older than him unless he had to.
Song Jing's face was livid, and she glared at Qiao Wan before following the police.
Chills ran down Qiao Wan's spine, knowing that Song Jing would not give up.
When Song Jing comes out of the police station, she will never have a good life!
The studio returned to its previous calm.
Director Liu was slapped in the face by Song Jing in public. He couldn't save his face and found an excuse to escape.
Song Jinnan sat down again, put down his rolled-up sleeves, and looked at Qiao Wan slowly, "Go on, Anchor Qiao."
Qiao Wan quickly adjusted her mood and gave him a bright smile, "Continue."
No matter how professional Qiao Wan was, Song Jing's appearance still affected her on-the-spot performance to some extent.
Even though the program team had prepared scripts in advance, they failed to catch the topics that Song Jinnan threw impromptuly on two occasions.
Fortunately, the program is recorded and broadcast, so you can cut it at will.
Qiao Wan knew that Song Jinnan came to the TV station alone and after the recording was over, in order to get a chance for the two of them to be alone, she took the initiative to send him downstairs.
Song Jinnan did not refuse. When the elevator door opened, he made an invitation gesture to Qiao Wan and said "ladies first" with a smile.
There were colleagues from the advertising department and cleaning aunts in the elevator room, which was a mess. Qiao Wan tried to strike up a conversation with Song Jinnan several times, but failed to find a chance.
Walking into the parking lot, the time for Song Jinnan to leave the TV station began to count down. Qiao Wan took the initiative to thank Song Jinnan, "If President Song hadn't helped me just now, I would have been embarrassed by Song Jing."
"You called me uncle last night, but you changed your name so quickly, huh?" Song Jinnan wore a black suit jacket on his arm, and his voice was a bit playful, making him look lazy and charming.
Qiao Wan's face turned slightly red and she murmured softly: "I have made a clear relationship with Song Jing. You are Song Jing's uncle, not mine."
"If Song Jing hadn't been used as a stepping stone, I wouldn't even know who anchor Qiao is now."
After Song Jinnan finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed her waist, took her to a secluded corner, and pressed her against the door of a black car.
She didn't hide, she stood up on her tiptoes and hooked Song Jinnan's neck, her watery eyes deliberately revealing the spring feeling.
For some reason, Song Jing's approach and touch made her feel sick, but Song Jinnan, whom she had only met a few times, gave her a completely different feeling.
Song Jinnan's facial features are strong and clear, which is in tune with Song Jing's femininity.
Their faces were only two or three centimeters apart, and each other's breathing could be heard clearly.
"I did not regard Song Jing as a stepping stone. I only knew that good birds choose trees to roost in." She felt guilty when she defended herself.
She appeared in front of Song Jinnan as a womanizer, but she was ashamed to admit that she looked down on herself.
Song Jinnan's beautiful fox eyes were shining, flashing with thoughts that outsiders couldn't see, "Anchor Qiao is very good at burning down bridges when crossing rivers."
Little did he know that the faint scent of sandalwood on his body had already aroused Qiao Wan's mind.
Qiao Wan was waiting for Song Jinnan to make more outrageous moves, but Song Jinnan only looked at her calmly, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Mr. Song, thank you very much -" She suddenly ran out of words and could only express her gratitude to Song Jinnan again.
Song Jinnan leaned over and moved closer to her, and her lips were pressed against Song Jinnan's face.
"How do you thank me?" Song Jinnan's deep voice suddenly became urgent, and his cool lips brushed her earlobe gently.
As soon as she thought that the man in front of her was the actual person in charge of the Song family, Qiao Wan's dignity and shame were thrown out of the window.
She wanted to have a good relationship with Song Jinnan, so her voice lowered: "As long as Mr. Song likes it, anything is fine."
Their faces were close to each other, their eyes were affectionate, and the atmosphere was so heightened that Qiao Wan thought that something would fall into place soon.
Behind her is Song Jinnan's car, a black Cullinan. The distance between the back seat and the front seat is quite large, and it can be easily maneuvered.
Unexpectedly, in less than ten seconds, Song Jinnan gathered all his emotions and pushed her away, "Sorry, I still have things to do, so let's go first."
The tone was as distant as a stranger.
Qiao Wan only felt that her side was empty. Song Jinnan had already sat in a black car not far away and drove away.
She suddenly didn't understand!
The men in the Song family all focused on lust and greed. The ambiguous atmosphere had just been heightened, but Song Jinnan got rid of his lust and walked away.
A call on her cell phone interrupted her messy thoughts, and the notes flashing on the screen annoyed Qiao Wan.
After rejecting the call twice, the calls still kept coming, so she had no choice but to press the answer button in disgust.
