Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 60: I'm running out of time, I'm afraid to go crazy first
Song Ziyu was angry and enraged, and looked at the woman who was smiling like a flower.
But he did not dare to do it again.
Song Yueliang's words recalled the memories of all those years ago that she didn't want to remember.
He was beaten by Song Yueliang, so hard that he did not even have a chance to fight back.
Come to think of it now, there was still pain in the bones.
This woman is very wild, and she will die in a fight.
And completely ignoring his identity, not giving him any face.
Just because he was making fun of the sick man next to him.
What was he talking about?
Oh, he sang in an opera tone, "Brother Lin fell from the sky, coughing and panting are not vulgar things. If anyone marries her, she'll be a widow in her prime~"
And then he was hit.
From childhood to adulthood, ever since she found out about Song Yueliang, she had harassed and mocked him no less than a hundred and eighty times. How many times has he not tolerated it?
He almost died there when he beat him up for the sake of others!
Absolutely insane!
*
Press the elevator button and go straight down to the garage on the second floor.
Chen Mo looked at the calm appearance of his boss, and reached out to help the large black frame at the base of his nose, "Boss, are you going to leave just like that?"
He had just seen it, but the Crown Prince's Song had yet to recover.
Song Yueliang looked at the numbers that kept beating on her head, stroking her wrists carelessly, "Don't go, why don't you go back and slap her again?"
"..." - ".Then let's go, "Where is Chairman Song?"
When the meeting room door opened, he listened to Chairman Song's words "go to my office".
“Let him wait, he should get used to it, not like he used to be.”
Not like before?
Meaning that Chairman Song's weight with his boss isn't as good as it used to be? Or does that mean his boss' identity is very different? Or is there another meaning?
Chen Mo did not ask again knowingly.
The phone rang suddenly, echoing softly in the underground garage.
After connecting the phone, Song Yueliang opened the door and got into the car, "Hello, Dong Dong?"
"I'd rather you call me Shushu."
“I think Wangwang is more accurate.”
"Am I still sweet?" The woman's voice sounded faint from the phone.
Song Yueliang pursed her lips lightly, "Tell me, what's up."
Dong Wangshu immediately said excitedly, "Yueyue, the Crown Club will be waiting for you at seven o'clock tonight, congratulations on your successful entry into the Song family today!"
"Okay, I'll see you tonight."
"Be there or be honest!"
*
At sixty-thirty, dusk.
The night was about to come, and the sky was filled with mist.
The city lights are on, colorful neon lights are flashing, and the scenery is bustling.
Crown Club is located in the south of the city, occupying a prime location. It is the largest high-end entertainment club in Huicheng. Those who dared to enter and shop here were the ones who possessed a certain amount of wealth in Huicheng.
Driving the car out of Ruchuan traffic, stopping in front of the Crown Club, throwing the car keys to the doorman, Song Yueliang pushed the door and entered.
The sense of luxury and luxury is approaching.
The first floor is a large dance floor. Scattered figures swayed following the strains of dance music on the dance floor. At the moment, the club has not reached its busiest time.
It was colored half a month ago, and was said to be a trendy product imported from abroad.
As soon as he reached the second floor, Dong Wangshu waved at him through the glass cubicle from floor to ceiling, "Yueyue, this!"
Entering the booth and sitting down, pouring himself a glass of wine, Song Yueliang said, "You haven't dyed your hair yet? Uncle passed the exam?"
Three days ago, this girl called him and cried at him. In order for him to dye his hair back, his father stopped all his cards again.
The performance of the wholesale market is fairly the same as the busy work.
Dong Wangshu grinned, "I told the old man that this year is the year of my birth, and my hair color is full of luck. This year I'm going to be lucky! The old man thought about it for a while, and immediately returned my card. Don't worry, I'll treat you today!"
“I don't mean to pay bills today.” Song Yueliang smiled and took a sip of her wine.
He was actually envious of Dong Wangshu in his heart, the jewel in the palm of the rich Dong family, loved by his parents, had not had any worries about food and clothing since he was a child, he said, and live a simple and happy life.
Like a little calf who knew nothing about the world, was rampant, even if he got into trouble, he had nothing to worry about. Someone will always take care of him.
"Yueyue? Yueyue's? What are you thinking, why are you in a daze?"
Dong Wangshu approached suspiciously, and waved his sensual hand in front of Song Yueliang.
Song Yueliang regained her senses, glancing at her, "I was thinking, how can I be friends with you, brat."
They are two very different people.
Dong Wangshu was simple and carefree, like a sunflower growing in the sun.
As for her, she was born with a despicable brand, and after an accident, she turned into a falling poppy flower, with poisonous flowers and leaves.
“What do you really want to do? I like you, so I want to be friends with you!” Dong Wangshu felt that just talking was not enough, so he walked over and grabbed Song Yueliang's arm, "Yueyue, tell me what happened today. Song's board of directors, are both father and son frightened?"
“You said that to help me celebrate, but actually you're here to inquire about gossip?”
"Tell me, let me be happy too, I've been holding this breath for four years!"
Song Yueliang ruffled her red hair and distanced her head.
"It is not enough to be afraid directly, but to be angry at a pufferfish is the right thing."
"Ha ha ha!" Dong Wangshu was overjoyed, "Tell me well!"
The champagne liquid on the tea table gradually reduced, and the night gradually sank.
The music in the lobby went from slow rocking music to upbeat dance music, and the venue became lively.
When Song Yueliang finished telling Dong Wangshu, the tower with the toothpick in her hand was also successfully completed.
Dong Wang opened his mouth and was about to praise him for his prowess, but he saw the woman pulling the base of the tower neatly, and the tower collapsed completely, and a toothpick rolled onto the ground.
“Yueyue?” Dong Wangshu was confused, carefully constructed, how could it be destroyed if it was destroyed?
“Honey once pulled someone's teeth.”
"..." The toothpick did something wrong.
"But Yueyue, lately you've been acting too much. Both the father and son of the Song family must be on guard. Now that you've joined their board of directors, things may not go as smoothly as you think..." Hearing the evaluation, Dong Wangshu worried, "Will this be too aggressive?"
Song Yueliang was speechless, holding onto the wine glass and walking up to the glass from floor to ceiling, observing the thousands of people below with indifferent eyes.
After a while, he opened his lips.
“I don't have time, Dong Dong. If I don't do anything, I'm afraid I'll go crazy before that.”
*
The loud noise almost shattered the glass from floor to ceiling, and several youths and girls shook their heads inside the room following a powerful rhythm.
In the chair by the glass, Song Ziyu looked anxious, drinking glass after glass, still unable to endure the sadness she suffered in the afternoon.
"Song Shao, drink slowly, the night is still long. Isn't that just a slap, calm down!" Jiang Zhengyang picked up the wine glass in front of Song Ziyu, patted the butt of the lady friend next to him, “Go and accompany Song Little, make people happy, you can choose a house and car!”
His female companion was overjoyed, and quietly winked at Jiang Zhengyang, then sat down next to Song Ziyu, wearing a cool and gentle body, leaning against him, in a charming voice, "Song Shao—"
"Go!" Song Ziyu pushed the person away mercilessly, and looked at Jiang Zhengyang with a pouting face, "How do you know?"
Jiang Zhengyang held back his smile, and pretended to be serious, "Hey! I happen to have a boyfriend who works at Song Corporation...Don't worry, Song Shao, my mouth is very tight, and I will never speak."
Song Ziyu's face turned charred black, and she closed her eyes loudly.
Holding it!