Song Jinnan smoked a cigarette and stared at her, his voice low, "I'm here to meet a friend, I don't know what you are talking about."
"..."
Qiao Wan was completely speechless.
Forget it if she didn't admit it, she immediately gave up the idea of owing Song Jinnan a favor.
"Mr. Song, Song Jing just came to harass me. Fortunately, the police showed up in time and took him away. But next time, I may not be so lucky." She frowned deliberately.
Song Jinnan's fox eyes flashed with amusement, "What kind of good luck does Anchor Qiao want?"
"As long as you can protect me, it's good luck." She sighed deliberately, "Mr. Song knows better than me who Song Jing is. He went to the detention center because of me, and he will definitely not let it go. I don't dare to live here anymore. .”
"Where do you want to live, huh?" Song Jinnan changed his stance and asked jokingly.
"Mr. Song's Jiuheyuan is pretty good." She stared directly at Song Jinnan and said straightforwardly.
She is now afraid of being tormented by that madman Song Jing, and wants to avoid Song Jing's entanglement.
In fact, what's more important is that he wants to quickly enter Song Jinnan's life circle.
After finally waiting for such an opportunity, she had no choice but to give up her dignity and give it a try.
Done, get twice the result with half the effort.
Rejected, keep looking for opportunities.
Song Jinnan lit up the cigarette ashes on the ground, his eyes dark and unclear.
"I'm just staying here for a few days. When I find a new rental, I won't bother Mr. Song anymore." Her tone was as humble as dust.
He narrowed his eyes with a faint smile, "Then I will be a good person and do it to the end."
"You mean you agree with me to move to Jiuheyuan?"
Qiao Wan was a little excited, and she still had several sincere words to say, but Song Jinnan actually agreed.
"Didn't I give you the access card a long time ago?" Song Jinnan threw away the cigarette butt and bent down to sit in the driver's seat.
"I'll move it over when I go to the police station and finish the notes!" Qiao Wan's eyes were full of excitement.
Moving to Jiuheyuan was so smooth and saved a lot of detours.
It only took her half an hour to finish the transcript at the police station. A policewoman asked her if she was ready to reconcile with Song Jing.
She refused.
She couldn't be soft-hearted towards someone like Song Jing, let alone forgive and reconcile!
Even if the Song family could fish Song Jing out immediately, she would still let Song Jing taste despair, even if it was only for a few hours.
Back at her apartment, Qiao Wan packed a change of clothes and daily necessities into a 26-inch suitcase, and drove to Jiuheyuan.
Before going upstairs, she checked the time and saw that it was almost midnight.
I sent a WeChat message to Song Jinnan: I’m coming downstairs.
Song Jinnan returned six Arabic numerals.
When she walked into the elevator, she realized that it was the entry code for the security door. The access card given a few days ago could only successfully enter the community and the 22nd floor of Building 6 where Song Jinnan lived.
Out of politeness, she knocked on the door before entering.
She had thought that if Song Jinnan didn't come to open the door in ten seconds, she would enter the password.
But within five seconds, the door was unscrewed from the inside.
Song Jinnan wore a set of long-sleeved silk pajamas, gray, which gave off a strong texture under the refraction of the light.
The moment she saw Song Jinnan, Qiao Wan was startled because he had a pair of black-framed myopia glasses on his nose.
In her eyes, Song Jinnan was proud, restrained, sinister and unruly, and had nothing to do with being gentle and elegant.
But now, a pair of myopia glasses actually gave her a new understanding of this man that she had never had before.
There is a bronze aromatherapy burner placed on the small table in the corner of the living room. The white smoke floating out is the delicious scent of sandalwood.
She put down her suitcase and took the initiative to stir up the topic: "It turns out Mr. Song has the habit of smoking incense."
"I haven't been able to sleep well in the past two years. A Chinese medicine doctor told me that sandalwood can soothe the mind and help me sleep. Facts have proved that the effect is not very effective." Song Jinnan closed the door.
"No wonder Mr. Song always smells faintly of sandalwood." She smiled.
It turns out that the sandalwood scent on Song Jinnan's body has nothing to do with Liang Tan.
She glanced in the direction of the bedroom, "Just lend me the smallest bedroom. I'll start looking for a house tomorrow and move out immediately after signing the lease contract."
"Choose anything except the master bedroom." Song Jinnan took off his glasses, rubbed his temples and walked into the study.
Since they all moved under one roof, Qiao Wan naturally chose the bedroom closest to the master bedroom without being pretentious.
After washing and changing into pajamas, she put the clothes in the suitcase into the bedroom wardrobe.
Although the bedroom is fully furnished with bedding, the wardrobe and chest of drawers are empty. There is a small table in the corner near the window, and the drawers below are also empty.
The decoration of the house is simple and elegant. Every part seems simple, but it also reveals low luxury.
She decided to buy some pots of succulent green plants after get off work tomorrow to add some life to the room.
It was already past midnight when everything was packed up.
She quietly glanced at the master bedroom at the door and found that the study door was ajar and the light was on.
In less than a minute, she poured a glass of water in the living room and knocked on the study door.
Then, the lights in the study went out, and Song Jinnan walked out with his cell phone.
She handed over the water glass with a slight smile, "While smoking the sandalwood that soothes the mind and helps sleep, I stayed up late. It's surprising that Mr. Song can sleep well."
"The Song family is about to enter the quarterly settlement, and there is a lot of work." Song Jinnan took it, glanced at her lightly, and entered the master bedroom.
There was no light source turned on in the master bedroom. In such a huge house, only a small lamp was turned on in her bedroom.
She followed him, and when she spoke again, she was already teasing, "I still have to thank Mr. Song for taking me in."
"How can I thank you, eh?" Song Jinnan suddenly put down the water glass and pulled her into his arms.
Their faces were very close, and their eyes looking at each other were so sticky that they could pull out threads.
She was very smart, hooked Song Jinnan's waist, stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
This kiss instantly stirred up the madness in Song Jinnan's body, making him want more from this woman.
He hugged Qiao Wan's waist with force, and Qiao Wan saw the burning expectation in his eyes. She hung her legs in the air and circled his lower body, murmuring: "Song Jinnan——"
This was the first time Qiao Wan called his name in person.
It was obviously three simple words, but now it was given an intimate tone, which made his blood surge. He picked up Qiao Wan and pressed her against the bed.
After finishing the work, Song Jinnan threw the small white medicine bottle over again and watched her take two pills before picking up a change of clothes and going to the bathroom.
Qiao Wan returned to his bedroom, leaving the door ajar but not locking it.
She thought Song Jinnan would come, but she gave up the idea when she heard the sound of the door closing in the master bedroom next door.
This man really knows how to carry it!
I wish I could blend in with her in bed, but when I put on my pants, I feel like a stranger.
The next morning, Qiao Wan got up to wash up and found that Song Jinnan had already left.
She was eager to renew her relationship with Song Jinnan in bed, so she took the initiative to send a WeChat message: Mr. Song has gone to work?
This message was still nonsense. She drove out of Jiuheyuan without waiting for any response.
When we arrived at the TV station in four or five minutes' drive, Director Liu called, saying that the Bureau of Culture and Tourism was planning to use the traffic she generated online to make her the TV station's first Internet celebrity anchor, and asked her to go to Culture and Tourism immediately. Bureau meeting.
She had no choice but to turn the car around and go straight to the Culture and Tourism Bureau.
When she turned right, a dilapidated box truck suddenly changed its direction and hit the rear of her car hard!
