Jiang Weishu has always been calm and composed, but Qiao Wan made her feel inexplicably hostile.
This hostility lingers in my heart and cannot be dissipated for a long time.
Song Jinnan could hear the implication between her words, and she could no longer pretend to be stupid. She smiled before saying anything, "I heard that Anchor Qiao is Mr. Jing's new girlfriend."
Song Jinnan bit down on a cigarette and said "hmm" with a hint of playfulness in the end.
Jiang Weishu has worked for the Song family for six years and is well aware of Song Jinnan's temperament. He is not allowed to discuss private matters as long as he is in the office.
His "hmm" seemed normal, but it actually hid obvious displeasure.
In the past, Jiang Wei's book club would have immediately brought the topic to work, but when it came to Qiao Wan, her rationality was inexplicably compromised.
She cleared her throat and reminded with a smile: "If we really talk about seniority, Anchor Qiao would still call Mr. Song uncle."
"She did call me brother-in-law after Song Jing." Song Jinnan said in a deep voice, put the unlit cigarette in the ashtray, and closed his tired eyes.
Jiang Weishu gently put down the documents in his hands, walked behind him, put his palms on his shoulders and neck and massaged him.
Since Song Jinnan took the position of vice president of the Song Group three years ago, his workload has more than doubled, and he has to sit at his desk for longer. Since the end of last year, his neck and shoulders have started to hurt every now and then.
Jiang Weishu specially found an old Chinese medicine practitioner who was good at massage to massage Song Jinnan for half an hour every day.
Song Jinnan used to enjoy this leisure time in his busy life, but at this moment he was a little upset.
He sidestepped and ordered his eviction with a sullen face: "Go out and come back in ten minutes to pick up the documents to be signed."
Jiang Weishu's body trembled slightly and his smile froze on his face, but he still walked out of the office gracefully.
Song Jinnan pressed his right hand hard on his neck and shoulder a few times. His eyes fell on the double sofa where he and Qiao Wan had just had a rough time, and there was a sarcasm on his lips that he could not even detect.
On the way back to the TV station, Qiao Wan saw on her phone that Song Jing had been detained by the detention center for causing trouble.
It was obviously good news, but she couldn't be happy.
Because Song Jing is used to being domineering, there is a high probability that this debt will be placed on her!
But Qiao Wan still couldn't figure it out.
With the Song family's status in Jiangcheng's business district, even if Song Jing scolded her on the TV station and slapped Director Liu, any person from the Song family could settle the matter.
But now, Song Jing's admission to the detention center has not only been posted on the Internet, but it has also become more and more popular.
She once again felt that there were two invisible hands plotting against Song Jing secretly.
She spent the entire afternoon working step by step.
After "Business Interview" was edited, Qiao Wan watched the sample and it was better than she expected.
When the camera cut to her and Song Jinnan in the same frame, she picked up her phone and took a photo, wanting to send it to Song Jinnan. When she opened WeChat, she realized that they had not added friends.
She copied Song Jinnan's mobile phone number to WeChat, popped up a dark-colored avatar without any notes, and tried to add it.
But I didn’t pass it until I got off work.
Maybe she's busy, she comforted herself.
At seven o'clock in the evening, she hitched a ride to Jiuheyuan.
When she walked into Building 6 with the access card given by Song Jinnan, she was still a little unbelievable.
She had an unreal feeling that she could catch up with Song Jinnan so quickly.
But when he thought about it, Song Jinnan and Song Jing were both named Song, so they were naturally lustful and casual men, and they felt relieved.
Song Jinnan's house is on the 22nd floor, with one apartment and one staircase providing good privacy.
Before ringing the doorbell, she first called Song Jinnan.
The bell rang only a few times before the security door opened and a strong hand pulled her into the room.
The light scent of sandalwood instantly filled her sensory world, and only a small wall lamp was lit in the room.
The light was dim, and before she could see Song Jinnan's expression clearly, Song Jinnan had deftly opened the zipper of her dress.
Without any words, everything fell into place.
For the first time, in the lounge of the Song family's old house, there was only a wall between them and everyone in the Song family.
The second time, in Song Jinnan’s office.
This time, she truly had no scruples and indulged herself to the point of selflessness.
The affair started in the living room, moved to the bathroom, and ended on the bed in the master bedroom.
Song Jinnan wrapped herself in a nightgown and went to the balcony to smoke, while Qiao Wan lay on the bed and looked at her phone.
There are several missed calls from Director Zhao on it.
Calling back, Director Zhao said that Ye Sheng was very resistant to her recording "Business Interview" and was already preparing to return to China. The program recorded in the morning would most likely not be broadcast.
Qiao Wan was a little disappointed. The person who studied broadcasting and hosting didn't want to start a show by himself.
I finally picked up an interview with Song Jinnan, but the samples have been reviewed and yet it may still be stillborn. It’s really sad!
But thinking that the recording in the morning had narrowed the distance between her and Song Jinnan, and now she had the freedom to enter and exit Jiuheyuan, her mood instantly improved.
In life, there are always gains and losses, it just depends on which one you care about more.
Rather than trying to get ahead on the TV station, she is now more inclined to climb up to Song Jinnan.
She put down her phone and looked at the man smoking in front of the balcony window.
The man is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. Even his figure with cigarette ashes flickering from his back carries a sultry charm.
Song Jinnan was quite addicted to cigarettes. After finishing one cigarette, he lit another one.
The window on the balcony was open, but there was still a little smell of smoke wafting to Qiao Wan.
When she saw Song Jinnan smoking the fourth cigarette, Qiao Wan couldn't help it anymore and said tactfully: "Please, Mr. Song, don't let me smoke second-hand smoke again."
Song Jinnan seemed to be thinking about something. He was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, put out his cigarette, and opened another window.
Qiao Wan brought a change of clothes. After Song Jinnan got out of bed, she put on her nightgown.
Purple cotton, fresh and elegant, coupled with the completely pure little face and long hair, made Song Jinnan feel like the innocent little girl next door.
Thinking of her intellectual and capable temperament when she was reporting financial news on TV, it is really a completely different style from now.
Qiao Wan was so flustered by his stare that she quickly raised another topic: "Song Jing has been criminally detained for picking quarrels and provoking trouble."
Song Jinnan gently pulled her lips: "The real boyfriend is in trouble, and Anchor Qiao is heartbroken."
"He is just an ordinary friend at best and has nothing to do with his real boyfriend." Qiao Wan hurriedly distanced herself.
She had already guessed that Song Jinnan bit her hook in order to take revenge on Song Jing, and she did not dare to show how close she was to Song Jing.
Song Jinnan said "Oh" softly, picked up the phone and looked at it.
Soon, Qiao Wan discovered that Song Jinnan had approved her WeChat friend request.
She shook her finger and sent a "Hello" emoticon.
Song Jinnan didn't respond. He took out a small white bottle that was exactly the same as that in the morning from the drawer and put it on the bedside table.
She understood Song Jinnan's meaning instantly.
Dragging his sore lower body to the living room, he poured a glass of water, and then swallowed two morning sickness pills in front of Song Jinnan.
Song Jinnan was very satisfied. He picked up the watch on the chest of drawers and took a look at it. He said in a cold voice, "I never keep a woman overnight."
"..."
Qiao Wan's face turned red.
She thought she would have to wait until tomorrow morning to leave, so she brought a change of clothes and toiletries, but she didn't expect that Song Jinnan would issue an eviction order as soon as he put on his pants.
