Chapter 30 Does she care about him?

After hearing what the front desk said, Tang Ming glanced at Tan Jingjing with complicated eyes. When he saw her turning her head away with a guilty conscience, she understood what was going on.

"It's all a misunderstanding. You go and do your own business first." Tang Ming ordered.

The front desk wanted to say something else, but was pulled away by a colleague on the side. The two security guards looked at each other and left.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song. I just had a short meeting."

Tang Ming was a little sorry.

He didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. It was only a few minutes late that something like this happened.

Song Yu waved his hand.

It had nothing to do with Tang Ming. If she wanted to blame it, she could only blame that pervert Tan Tanying for making her rush over so quickly. Otherwise, she could have waited for Tang Ming to finish his work and come downstairs to pick him up. There would be no need to take a video.

But in the final analysis, it was because Tan Jingjing was deliberately looking for trouble.

Song Yu is not someone who breaks teeth and swallows blood. She will bully anyone who bullies her.

Looking at Tan Jingjing with a faint look, she smiled and said: "Director Tan is really a noble man who forgets things. We met yesterday, but today he lost his memory?"

Tan Jingjing's expression froze, and then she put on a smile that couldn't be more fake, "I didn't recognize Miss Song's fully armed appearance for a while, so I mistook you for a reporter."

hehe.

Believe it or not, you are a ghost.

Song Yu didn't bother to argue with her and motioned to Tang Ming to lead the way up to the top floor.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether she leads the way or not. She knows how to go. The main reason is that she doesn't want to reveal her identity, so she can only enter by swiping Tang Ming's face.

"You're already seven minutes late."

After Song Yu opened the door and entered the office, he saw Tan Huairong holding his watch and saying so.

The grievances I had just suffered downstairs suddenly burst out.

"Don't go too far when talking about ghosts. It takes at least forty minutes to get to your company from the apartment. I asked the driver to hit the accelerator and rushed over. I was still being embarrassed by your employees downstairs. Otherwise, could I be late?" "

Tan Huairong frowned and glanced at Tang Ming. Tang Ming immediately understood and explained everything that happened downstairs.

"Hmph, I took a video and picked up your company so I can see it clearly."

Song Yu ran over and lay down on the desk in two or three steps, holding up his mobile phone and playing the video to the man opposite.

What she didn't know was that from Tan Huairong's perspective, she could see the spring scenery.

Tan Huairong turned his head unnaturally and coughed twice, "Even if you are not late."

Then he told Tang Ming in a cold voice: "I don't want what happened today to happen again."

Tang Ming was startled, nodded and left the office.

Song Yu couldn't stand it anymore, "It's just a trivial matter. In fact, Special Assistant Tang is very dedicated."

"Did I say I would punish him?"

Song Yu laughed twice, put his bag on the sofa awkwardly, and ran over to rub his shoulders.

Just like last time, when her wrists were sore and swollen, the man's breathing gradually stabilized.

After a few more minutes, she stopped what she was doing, and the man didn't respond at all.

"Talk about ghosts?" Song Yu whispered tentatively.

Still no response.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and looked forward, and sure enough, Tan Huairong had closed his eyes and fallen asleep.

She stood on tiptoes and walked out with her bag.

"Is the president asleep?"

Seeing Song Yu come out, Tang Ming immediately approached him and asked.

Song Yu was startled and shouted.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song, I scared you. Is the CEO asleep?"

Tang Ming knew that he was too excited, so he tried to keep his mood calm.

Song Yu nodded and looked at him in surprise, "How do you know?"

Good guy.

This is someone with piercing eyes. The door is not transparent either. Can you still see the ghost sleeping?

Tang Ming laughed. After verifying his guess, he looked at Song Yu with a more kind look. He took the initiative to help her carry the bag and sent her back to the apartment, which made Song Yu a little embarrassed.

After returning home, Song Yu fell down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. Then he rubbed his sore wrist, took out his cell phone and called He Anle.

"What are you talking about? You've finished writing your thesis?"

He Anle's furious voice came from the other end of the phone, and Song Yu calmly put the phone away.

"I packaged the paper and sent it to the teacher's email address a long time ago. Can you focus on the key points? I'm asking you how to escape from Tan Huairong's clutches!"

"Isn't this the point? I haven't finished my thesis yet. I don't know who the hell reported it to the teacher about someone spending money to buy the thesis. Now I'm so serious that I just started."

He Anle wants to cry but has no tears.

Song Yu snorted coldly, "I'll let you play for the first two days, and hurry up and write. We only have one day tomorrow."

After chatting for a few words, she hung up the phone and went to fight at night without disturbing He Anle.

As for what she still has to do with the day tomorrow, it would be best to relax leisurely.

After these days of intense study, I am really exhausted.

Ding--

A message alert came from the phone.

Song Yu subconsciously picked up his phone and checked it. Unexpectedly, it was Gu Qianlang's friend application.

? !

What does this man want to do?

Could it be that because he and Tan Huairong were rivals, he wanted to poach him so that he could win against him?

Goosebumps suddenly appeared, and Song Yu quickly shook his head to dispel this terrible idea.

It's so bloody that even TV dramas wouldn't dare to act like this.

Then why on earth did he add her as a friend?

If she agreed, she would be in trouble if Tan Huairong found out.

But after all, he saved me...

Song Yu scratched his hair in confusion, "Ahhhhh--"

There was a sudden knock on the door, which scared her so much that she almost threw her phone to the ground.

Open the door to talk about Huairong.

Song Yu felt guilty for a moment and subconsciously clutched the phone.

"What are you doing in the room, howling like ghosts and wolves?" Tan Huairong asked with a frown.

Song Yu shook his head and looked at him innocently, "It's none of your business."

Tsk, it seems like he is so curious.

Tan Huairong's face turned dark and he reminded her to go back to the room after the massage tomorrow.

"Wait a minute, can you not go to your company? I don't want what happened during the day to happen again. Otherwise, I can stay at home. I'll give you a call when you come back from work in the evening."

After two seconds of silence, Tan Huairong sighed and left.

After closing the door, Song Yu immediately turned on his phone, looked at the friend application on WeChat, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, she clicked Agree.

At the very least, ask people if something is wrong.

Otherwise, she would appear to be too ungrateful.

He sent a message but received no reply. Song Yu guessed that the other party was busy and didn't see it, so he didn't care.

The next day.

Song Yu rarely had a peaceful sleep, got up, washed up and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

She planned to lie down at home for the whole day, which was considered a holiday for herself.

After finishing the meal leisurely, I hummed a little tune and went back upstairs to catch up on the drama. I was in a great mood.

Until I saw the message on my phone from the newly added contact last night.

[Coming to be my dance partner tonight is a way of repaying the favor of saving my life. 】

The person who sent the message was Gu Qianlang.

But she has to rub shoulders with Tan Ghost at night!

Song Yu's scalp felt numb.

It’s really hard to say no to the idea of repaying a favor.

After all, if someone hadn't been vigilant and noticed something was wrong with the driver that night, Tan Ghost might have been able to rush over and collect her body.

But if Tan Ghost knew that she was going to be his nemesis's dance partner, he would probably want to kill her.

After careful consideration, Song Yu edited a text message and sent it.

[I'm sorry, I can't dance. Otherwise, I'd better find someone else. 】

Surprisingly, the other party responded quickly.

[It doesn’t matter, it’s just a masked dance. Miss Song won’t refuse. 】

Haha...hehe.

This guy has told him all the good, bad and bad things, how can she refuse.

Song Yu held his forehead and hesitated for a long time before deciding to ask He Anle for help.

"Go, why don't you go? Gu Qianlang is handsome and rich. You and Tan Huairong are not a real couple, so you have to consider settling down."

When Song Yu heard He Anle's tone of voice on the other end of the phone, he instantly regretted it.

What is this?

"Those two are mortal enemies. If Tan Huairong finds out, he will kill me."

She could imagine Tan Huairong standing in front of her, staring at her with his poisonous eyes.

"Miss Song, after all, you still care about Tan Huairong's opinion, haven't you noticed?"

He Anle is inscrutable.

"How is it possible? Why do I care about him?" Song Yu immediately rejected it without even thinking about it.

She wanted to get divorced immediately and never wanted to see that stinky man again. How could she care about him.

He Anle was noncommittal and chuckled, "Then just agree to Gu Qianlang. It's a masked dance anyway, so you won't be able to recognize him."

Song Yu, who has been a friend for many years, immediately recognized the meaning of He Anle's smile. He just didn't believe it and just wanted to watch a good show!

In order to prove that she really didn't care about Huairong, she immediately expressed that she was going to attend the dance.

But after hanging up the phone, she hesitated again.

He Anle's previous words were still in his mind.

Does she really care about talking about ghosts?

Probably not, it was just a matter of comprehensive consideration that made her very confused, how could she care about that turtle-haired man.

Indeed, what is she afraid of?

I had made an agreement three chapters before, and I couldn't control my private life even if I talked about ghosts.

Song Yu comforted herself in her heart, and then picked up her phone to confirm the time and address with Gu Qianlang.

As for talking about ghosts...

Tan Huairong, who was rushing to the company, didn't know yet that the little woman at home was making plans for what she wanted.

I saw the message she sent, saying that I had something to do tonight and would make up for it another day, so I replied with a yes.

Because he is also very busy today and may not go back until very late.

…

The dance will start at seven o'clock, and Gu Qianlang will send someone to pick up Song Yu at six o'clock.

Before that, all she had to do was wash up and dress up. Although it was a masked dance, as Gu Qianlang's dance partner, she couldn't embarrass him.

That would be a disservice.

After lunch, He Anle drove over to pick up Song Yu to go shopping and buy clothes.

"It needs to be so grand, but it's just a dance party." Song Yu complained.

He Anle rolled his eyes at her, "Sister, can the dance that Gu Qianlang is attending be the small dance that we attended before? There must be a lot of beauties, and what you have to do is to outshine the others. This is my best friend. "

Song Yu was amused by her remarks, but it was not unreasonable, so he just let her do it.

The two of them went to buy the dress first, and then found someone to do the styling. He Anle did the makeup.

She still believes in her craftsmanship, which is absolutely no worse than those of professional makeup artists.

"Wow, this lady is so beautiful."

After being fully equipped from head to toe, the stylist on the side couldn't help but marvel.