Hope You Don’t Play Tricks This Ti
Su Yang was very enthusiastic about keeping Song Qinghuan and her assistant, so they stayed for the employee al before leaving.
When the assistant opened the al box, he exclaid, “We eat so well here!” This is a conscientious company!
He didn’t say the latter part out loud but added it silently in his heart.
This, of course, caught Song Qinghuan’s attention.
She glanced at the al, which seed to have three or four dishes—beef, ribs, chicken legs, and so vegetables. It was indeed quite sumptuous.
In comparison, the als at her own company were quite ordinary.
Su Yang laughed heartily and patted the assistant’s shoulder, encouraging him, “Work hard, and you’ll have plenty of opportunities to eat here in the future!”
He wasn’t wrong. Now that their collaboration was confird, once the contract was drafted and signed tomorrow, they could officially start working.
Since they were making short videos, they would inevitably spend a lot of ti here.
Song Qinghuan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she glanced at Fang Zhou. He was eating while watching a soccer match with Li Siming, occasionally exclaiming in excitent, not paying any attention to her.
She smiled and then lowered her head to eat.
Regardless, today’s business deal was sealed, which was a good thing.
“Wow! Damn! How could they miss such a good scoring opportunity? No wonder Chinese n’s soccer can’t rise; it’s a pile of crap!”
At an exciting mont, Li Siming couldn’t help but curse, forgetting his al and venting his frustration at the traditional target of n’s complaints—the Chinese n’s soccer team.
Fang Zhou was much calr, even giving him a sidelong glance and a low warning, “Can you be more civilized? We’re eating here!”
“I’m done watching! It’s pissing off!”
Li Siming, filled with anger, closed the webpage, returning to the bare desktop, which reflected Fang Zhou’s bewildered face.
“If you don’t watch, then I will! Turn it back on!”
“No way, I won’t let this filth dirty my computer!”
“Then I’ll go watch on my own!”
The two bickered like elentary school kids, just like in their student days, attracting the attention of those nearby.
Su Yang shook his head helplessly and explained to Song Qinghuan, “They both love watching soccer, but unfortunately, their chosen team isn’t that strong.”
His words were very tactful, and the other two understood.
The assistant grinned and said cheerfully, “I think the two bosses are quite interesting and very patriotic. I believe one day, soccer will rise!”
Song Qinghuan didn’t respond, silently picking up a few dishes into her bowl, then lifted the bowl and started eating. She moved gracefully but quickly, finishing her al in no ti.
After eating, she picked up a spoon and drank so soup. Throughout the process, she didn’t speak or look at anyone. She seed completely imrsed in her own world, isolated from the outside.
However, only she knew that her heart was not at peace.
Hearing the World Cup topic, she couldn’t help but recall the tis she and Fang Zhou stayed up late watching soccer matches together.
Back then, they were still lovers, deeply in love.
Whenever there was an important match, Fang Zhou would prepare beer, snacks, and other items in advance, then pull Song Qinghuan to watch in front of the TV.
Although Song Qinghuan wasn’t very interested in soccer, seeing Fang Zhou’s excitent made everything worthwhile.
Looking back now, those happy tis seed so vivid.
But now, things had changed. She had lost the person who could stay up late watching soccer with her.
Thinking of this, Song Qinghuan felt a pang of heartache. But she didn’t show it, continuing to eat and drink, trying to keep her emotions stable.
He hasn’t changed at all.
Still gentle, though he looks fierce.
Still loves watching soccer and is still tolerant.
After the al, it was already one o’clock. Song Qinghuan and her assistant said their goodbyes and prepared to return to their company.
“I’ll walk you out. You can’t get out without a card downstairs.”
Su Yang was quite thoughtful.
“I’ll take them. I need to walk off the al.”
Fang Zhou, who had finished eating, stood up and took on the task.
Su Yang was happy to have soone share the load, so he nodded cheerfully.
“Alright, you go ahead, Fang Zhou.”
Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes and followed Fang Zhou silently into the elevator.
The office building had dozens of floors, and the elevator space was large enough to accommodate a dozen people, so the three of them weren’t crowded.
But the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The assistant looked down at his toes, hoping the elevator would reach the ground floor quickly.
However, things never go as planned.
He heard the man nad Fang Zhou speak, but not to him.
“Song Qinghuan, I hope you don’t play any tricks this ti.”
The man’s voice was cold with a hint of magnetism, like jade striking, pleasant even to a man’s ears.
The assistant’s heart tightened, thinking: Here it cos, Song Jie really has a grudge with this guy!
No wonder I felt uneasy earlier!
Song Qinghuan, called out, was initially stunned, then raised her eyes to look at Fang Zhou, seeing only seriousness in his eyes, with no trace of affection.
She smiled as usual.
“How could I dare? You’re my client now. My entire departnt relies on your company for food!”
Her words were impeccable, clearly a seasoned businesswoman, indicating the difference in their current status and subtly assuring she wouldn’t play tricks.
Fang Zhou sneered, squinting his eyes and looking at her with a mocking gaze.
His black eyes seed like bottomless pits, reflecting Song Qinghuan’s delicate face, but her beauty couldn’t hide the undisguised contempt and ridicule in Fang Zhou’s eyes.
“If it weren’t for your abilities, I wouldn’t have chosen you.”
“Character is the most important thing in a person, followed by other qualities.”
The assistant, listening, was terrified, wishing he could beco deaf.
He felt like he had heard sothing he shouldn’t have. What to do? Pretend to be crazy? Will Song Jie kill to silence ?
Since joining three months ago, this was the first ti he saw Song Qinghuan at a loss.
She didn’t refute but remained silent, as if accepting his words.
Fortunately, she spoke again.
“Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you. Feel free to supervise .”
“As for the rest, let ti prove it.”
She smiled confidently, seemingly unaffected by Fang Zhou’s mockery.
Fang Zhou chuckled softly, not saying anything harsh.
“I hope so. Here’s a card for you. You won’t need an escort tomorrow.”
He handed the card to the assistant, not Song Qinghuan.
The assistant, confused, took it and looked at Song Qinghuan, his eyes saying, ‘Why did he give it to ? Shouldn’t it be for you?’
Song Qinghuan gave him a reassuring look and thanked Fang Zhou, “Thanks. I’ll treat you to a al soti.”
“Ding!”
The elevator arrived. Fang Zhou opened the door, watched them leave, and then replied, “No need, I’m very busy.”
Then the elevator door closed, and Fang Zhou’s face disappeared.
The assistant couldn’t help but take a deep breath and curiously asked, “Song Jie, do you have a grudge with this guy? He seems to dislike you.”
Song Qinghuan raised an eyebrow, walking out and calmly saying, “No grudge, just an ex-relationship.”
The assistant stood there, stunned, watching Song Qinghuan’s back, internally screaming.
Ahhh, it’s an ex! No wonder the resentnt is so strong!
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