Chapter 337
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Su Zhinian shook his head lightly to clear his mind of all these thoughts. He closed his eyes, leaned against the seat, and started to count, trying to clear his mind. However, as he counted, for some reason, the Arabic numerals turned into "so handsome that I can't close my legs".
So handsome that I can't close my legs …
These six words were like a curse. They had crawled into his mind for the whole afternoon, and when he signed the contract that afternoon, he had even changed Su Zhinian's name to 'so handsome that he could not close his legs'.
Su Zhinian felt like he had been infected by Song Qingchun. His mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts, but the female lead in his mind was none other than her.
The familiar heat once again spread through his entire body. His sense of smell became especially sensitive at this moment. It was filled with her fragrance. He couldn't help but raise his hand and pull off his tie. However, that heat still couldn't be alleviated. In fact, the thoughts in his mind became even more shameless. So handsome that she couldn't close her legs? So handsome that she couldn't close her legs?
Su Zhinian's breath caught in his throat. Before he lost control of himself, he pressed down the car window without hesitation.
The cold winter wind blew in, and it soon blew away the warmth in the car. At the same time, it managed to calm down the heat in Su Zhinian's body.
7 pm Beijing was the most congested time.
The journey from his company to Eldorado that normally took less than twenty minutes took one hour.
Everyone for the gathering was already there. The waitress started to serve the dishes as soon as Su Zhinian's group took their seats.
The table was filled with people who probably interacted with Su Zhinian before, so they weren't that surprised to see Cheng Qingchong. They greeted her naturally before turning their attention to Song Qingchun with surprise in their eyes.
Perhaps noticing that Su Zhinian had no intention of introducing himself, someone could not help but ask, "And this is?"
"Song." Su Zhinian did not seem like he was willing to divulge too much, so he only mentioned the man's surname. After they clinked glasses, he added, "A friend, not from my company."
His tone was light, but Cheng Qingchong, who sat beside Song Qingchun, understood the deeper meaning behind his words.
In the business circle, many companies would deliberately recruit some young and beautiful employees. They didn't need to be smart or capable. They only needed to be able to act coquettishly, coax people, and drink alcohol when they went out to discuss work.
After all, most people were easily attracted to beautiful things.
Of course, this type of beautiful employee also tacitly became the target of ridicule at the table.
Big Boss's answer was undoubtedly telling everyone that Miss Song was not someone they could joke around with.
Behind his casual words, there was actually a strong sense of protection that he had for her.
Perhaps in this world, only Miss Song could make him care so much about her.
After the meal, the host, Director Zhang, booked two private rooms. The few bosses gathered in one room to play cards while the others sang in the other room.
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