"I'll think about it."
Luoqiu gave such an answer to Song Ying's question.
Of course, Song Ying did not expect to get the answer she expected because this guy was too calm … So calm that it was scary.
No matter how strong a person was, or how indifferent they were to life and death, or even if they just tried to pretend to be calm, there would always be traces to be found.
He did not pity the Caucasian man who cheated, nor was he moved by the man's chopped hand. As for the last scene of him feeding the crocodile, it was more like watching a circus show — the kind that was not very exciting.
He was either cold-blooded to the extreme, or he was born with a lack of emotions — Or, this kind of thing was a child's play to him.
"Who are you?" Song Ying stared at Luoqiu again, trying to catch the slightest change in expression on his face.
"To you, I am Luoqiu." Luoqiu thought for a while.
"To us?" Song Ying frowned, "Isn't that to us? Who are you? "
"Miss Song, don't worry too much." Luoqiu smiled, "In fact, I won't be staying for long. Maybe a few days, maybe a week, I'll leave. "
"You're leaving?" Song Ying heard an unexpected answer.
"It depends. If there are more interesting things here, I should stay for a few more days." Luoqiu said indifferently.
"Is that so?" Song Ying raised her eyebrows and snorted, "Very well, I'll make you feel bored like never before."
After that, Song Ying did not say anything else and ignored Luoqiu. Accompanied by Otis, she left the independent villa suite in the hotel.
She did not arrange any reception for Luoqiu and did not even say a word to Luoqiu. She treated him as if he was invisible and did not exist — Even so, the hotel staff did not dare to do so.
Although Miss Ying seemed to be on bad terms with this Mr. Luo … but she didn't drive this guy away, did she?
Who knew if Miss Ying would suddenly say, "You don't have to come to work tomorrow?"
Therefore, the general manager of the hotel, Otis, did not dare to neglect this young man. "Um … Miss Ying is actually a very nice person. Why don't you go and coax her?"
"We're not in the kind of relationship you think we are." Luoqiu smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about me. Mr. Ortas, you should be busy. I'll be fine by myself."
Because Song Ying didn't say anything, Luoqiu followed her all the way to a spacious office.
The general manager, Otis, looked at Song Ying who was silently reviewing documents in front of his desk. He could only smile bitterly, then lowered his voice and said, "Well, Mr. Luo, if you need anything, just find someone and let me know. There's a secretary on duty outside the door. You can also tell her. I'll give the order. "
"Thank you."
…
…
After Ortas left, Song Ying suddenly looked up at Luoqiu. Luoqiu felt her gaze and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"
Unexpectedly, Song Ying just stared at Luo Qiu intently. After a while, she seemed to have figured something out and started typing on the keyboard with both hands.
Luoqiu smiled, then raised the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees. He walked quietly to the bookshelf in the office and picked up a book.
"If you're sleepy, just find a room to sleep in." Song Ying did not look up. She started typing on the keyboard and started writing on the document. "The service of this hotel is pretty good. If you have any special needs, you can be satisfied. Although I don't have a good impression of you, you're still a member of the Song family. I can't treat you badly. "
"I'll just read for a while." Luo Qiu pointed at the book he had just taken down from the bookshelf.
"Tea Sutra".
"Up to you." Song Ying lowered her head and started working again.
"Do you want me to pour you a glass of water?" Luoqiu looked at the almost empty cup beside Song Ying.
"Don't disturb me." Song Ying did not look up. "Also, turn the air conditioner back to normal. I'm afraid of the heat."
Luoqiu nodded and walked to the wall to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner back to normal. Then, he walked back to the sofa. However, this time, Luoqiu's footsteps were lighter.
Actually, reading e-books was more convenient and more comprehensive.
However, it was not as good as reading a paper book. Luoqiu was a person who liked to read. It did not take long for him to be immersed in the contents of the "Tea Sutra".
The minute and second hands on the white wall clock slowly turned.
Two o 'clock in the morning … half past two … half past three …
Song Ying occasionally looked up and glanced at Luoqiu who was reading. Then, she lowered her head and started working again.
Four o 'clock in the morning … four thirty-eight … Song Ying stood up with the document in her hand. She was completely immersed in the world of work.
She didn't even feel that there was one more person in the office than usual.
She almost … no, completely ignored the existence of Luoqiu.
Early in the morning, at 6: 23 am, Song Ying threw down the fountain pen in her hand. Then, she stretched lazily and beat her shoulders.
"Did he leave?" Song Ying looked at the seat where Luoqiu was sitting. He was no longer there … She didn't even know when he left.
Song Ying directly called the secretary outside the office, "What about the guy surnamed Luo? Did he find a room to sleep?"
The secretary said, "No, Miss Ying. Early in the morning, several gentlemen came and picked up Mr. Luo."
"Picked up? Who?" Song Ying frowned.
"Mr. Little Song came in person." The secretary quickly said, "He has been gone for more than twenty minutes."
"Well, I see." Song Ying calmed down — It seemed that Luoqiu didn't come back all night. Even her uncle, Song Haoran, couldn't sit still, so he came in person to pick up Luo Qiu.
Song Ying shook her head. She didn't like that her grandpa and uncle treated this guy as a treasure.
"What else did Mr. Little Song say?"
"Mr. Little Song said that he was going to take someone back to accompany the chairman for breakfast. He said that the chairman hasn't woken up yet. There is still time …"
"Busybody …" Song Ying muttered, then shook her head, "Bring me something to eat. I'm a little hungry."
Soon after, the secretary came in with a plate.
There was only a porcelain bowl on the plate, but the thing inside surprised Song Ying, "Plain porridge?"
The secretary nodded and said, "Miss Ying, you stayed up all night. It's better to eat something light."
Song Ying shook her head and said, "Take it away. I don't want to eat it. It's too light. I don't like things without taste. Have you forgotten?"
The secretary was a little disappointed and anxious at the same time. She gritted her teeth and said, "Miss Ying, you don't have to eat it often. I … I actually stayed up for a long time. Besides, it's not tasteless. I added ginkgo. "
Song Ying glanced at the secretary, and the little secretary felt a chill on her back. She suddenly picked up the spoon and took a bite.
It was soft and glutinous. Although it was light, the aftertaste of ginkgo spread in her mouth, as if washing away her fatigue in an instant. Song Ying suddenly had a big appetite and ate spoon by spoon.
"It's not bad. I can eat it." Song Ying nodded.
The little secretary was suddenly happy and quickly said, "There's more in the kitchen. Miss Ying likes it. I'll add some more for you."
Song Ying nodded.
…
The little secretary happily walked out of the office with the bowl, but she suddenly glanced at her seat — about an hour and a half ago.
Mr. Luo suddenly came out and asked her, "Do you want Miss Song to praise you and smile at you?"
"But …"
"Your miss is the kind of person who won't refuse the kindness of others."
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