Chapter 52 (1/2)

”Shit...” Angshiqi heard this sentence, the whole person was sad, curled her mouth and was about to cry.

But this time, song Zhiyuan didn't pay any attention to her. He stood up and patted his bow tie, and walked out in a big stride.

The driver has been waiting at the elevator for a long time. This time, he did not say anything and directly sent angshiqi back to the dormitory.

To my surprise, song Zhiyuan also followed him.

”By the way, come to work an hour early tomorrow. Next week, there is a very important speech that needs to be prepared in advance. You just took over the work, and you need to be more familiar with it.” When an Shiqi got off the car, song Zhiyuan opened the window and said a word to her.

Anshiqi had not sorted out a good mood, heard this sentence, but immediately returned to the serious expression, nodded: ”I know.”

Song Zhiyuan also didn't say much, turned around and went back to his dormitory.

It's almost 11:30 when she comes back. Seeing that the dormitory doors are closed, she has to go to work an hour earlier tomorrow. If she doesn't go to bed soon, she will get up a fart tomorrow.

Song Zhiyuan has been watching an Shiqi go back to the dormitory building. After her figure disappears, he rolls up the window.

He closed his eyes, leaned against his seat and rubbed his eyebrows.

”President, in fact, I think if you really like Miss Ann...” The driver looked at Song Zhiyuan through the rearview mirror and hesitated.

Song Zhiyuan just shook his head: ”don't say more, go back.”

”Yes.”

Looking at the constantly changing scenery outside the window, song Zhiyuan himself did not know what was going on.

He was very depressed. When he looked at Li Haoyu in the restaurant, he wanted to smash all the tables.

Does he really like Angie?

He asked himself in his heart, but he was not sure of the answer.

It has been a long time since the sentence ”like a person” has not appeared in his life.

Why is angshiqi an accident?

He can't think of it himself.

Thinking, song Zhiyuan reached out and rubbed his lips. Angie's taste, as if still in the lips, because of this sweet but bitter taste, he didn't even have dinner

”Fool...” Song Zhiyuan whispered, but he didn't know who the two words were for.

The next day, the Soong group.

”Hello, Hello, have you heard that angshiqi has become the Secretary of the president!” The most gossip propaganda department, someone came in and began to shout.

Meng Ting heard this, suddenly raised her head and looked at the speaker.

That person also noticed Meng Ting's sight in an instant, and pushed her shoulder: ”Hey, I said Meng Ting, look at other people's anshiqi's promotion so fast, you are a roommate, ah, still don't go over, good flattery, maybe after this month, you can also be promoted.”

”I'm living at home now, not in the dorm. It has nothing to do with her.” Meng Ting said something stuffy.

She has not returned to the dormitory for two months. During this period, she did not meet an Shiqi in the company.