Wu Song really wanted to remind Zhao Tingting.
But seeing how nonchalant she appeared, he couldn’t help but admire her,
the girl’s composure was really strong.
Just then, Zhao Tingting suddenly sat down and smiled, saying, "Brother Song, give your information? I’ll input it for you."
Then she handed a contract to Wu Song: "Take a look at the contract and then sign it."
Wu Song couldn’t help but be surprised, Zhao Tingting managed to sit in the chair just before the column fell, and directly stuffed it back.
"I’m signing a contract, am I still a contracted worker? Not within the system?" Wu Song looked at Song ngtian, this job isn’t working.
Song ngtian laughed, "The contract is just a formality. You’re definitely going to be part of the system later on since this is the Security Bureau, not so ordinary departnt."
Zhao Tingting said coyly, "Yes, Brother Song, in the future, all your life’s needs are covered by the bureau."
Wu Song nodded and laughed, "How old are you?"
Zhao Tingting pouted, "Brother Song, how can you ask a girl her age so directly? If you ask, the answer is eighteen!"
Wu Song laughed heartily, "You’re only eighteen, and you’re already anxious to get married?"
Zhao Tingting grumbled, "I can’t find a boyfriend with this job, and my family won’t let be a ’sea king.’ I have social anxiety, so I can only hurry to get married."
Wu Song was stunned, "You have social anxiety?"
Zhao Tingting blinked her innocent big eyes, gave Song ngtian a look, and then looked at Wu Song, "Why? Does Brother Song think I don’t look like it?"
Wu Song couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
If he believed her, he’d be brain-dead.
"Yes, very much so." Wu Song nodded.
Then he picked up the contract and started reading.
Song ngtian also leaned in to look, finding it was just a standard confidentiality agreent, she didn’t pay too much attention, telling Wu Song to sign it.
After quickly flipping through it, Wu Song understood the gist. He grabbed a pen to sign, but there was no pen on the desk, so he looked helplessly at Zhao Tingting: "Tingting, a pen?"
Zhao Tingting shyly glanced at Wu Song, then at Song ngtian, saying, "Brother Song, how can you ask such a cheeky question in front of Sister Tiantian? How should I respond?"
Wu Song was stunned, glanced at Song ngtian, "Is my question cheeky?"
Song ngtian helplessly gave Zhao Tingting a glare, "Stop fooling around, quickly take out the pen."
Zhao Tingting was surprised looking at Song ngtian, "Sister, I don’t mind when it’s just us, but your boyfriend Brother Song is here, don’t you really mind?"
Song ngtian gave Zhao Tingting a smack on the head, "Stop the nonsense, take it out, or I’ll do it myself!"
She was well aware of Zhao Tingting’s antics.
She said, reaching to pull the drawer.
Zhao Tingting looked discontentedly at Song ngtian, "Sister, how can you do this? This is my private area, you’re blatantly invading."
Song ngtian was speechless, gave Wu Song a look, "You handle it yourself."
"What? Sister Tiantian, you want Brother Song to handle ? What do you an? You don’t want him anymore? If you break up, I don’t mind, I can pose in various ways for Brother Song, as long as he’s willing to marry ."
Zhao Tingting said this, her watery eyes gazed at Wu Song with deep affection, almost dripping, she said coquettishly, "Brother Song, are you willing to marry ?"
Wu Song was flabbergasted, what is going on here?
Wu Song glanced at Song ngtian, "Shouldn’t you go back to your office to work? Let handle things here?"
Song ngtian glanced at Zhao Tingting, "You’re going to handle it? Are you joking?"
Wu Song laughed, "Can’t I handle it myself?"
"How do you plan to handle it?" Song ngtian glanced at Zhao Tingting.
Wu Song laughed, "Any way works, as long as the problem is solved."
Song ngtian shrugged, "Just don’t break anything."
Wu Song sweated coldly, "What are you talking about? I’m a decent person, not doing that stuff."
Song ngtian said coyly, "Do you think I believe you?"
"You must believe, in our relationship, if you don’t believe, who can?" Wu Song looked seriously at Song ngtian.
Song ngtian gave Zhao Tingting a ’handle it yourself’ look and turned to leave.
Zhao Tingting’s eyes showed a hint of unusual emotion, looking at Wu Song, she deliberately pretended to be afraid and said, "Brother Song, how do you want to handle ?"
"Why would I handle you, I just want your pen, hurry and give it to so I can sign." Wu Song said helplessly.
"You’re talking nonsense! My pen isn’t used for signing." Zhao Tingting blinked her big eyes and chuckled.
Wu Song squinted his eyes, "If it’s not for signing, what’s it for?"
"It’s for love, of course." Zhao Tingting said softly, lazily reclining in the chair, glancing at Wu Song like a cat, "Brother Song, do you want to love ?"
Wu Song felt a wave in his heart, "Tingting, isn’t this inappropriate? I’m Sister Tiantian’s boyfriend."
"Oh, Sister Tiantian is nice and tolerant. She won’t mind." Zhao Tingting said coyly, suddenly gasped, and a column slid out from her pants, sticky and sleek, even with a sleeve.
Wu Song’s heart tightened, staring excitedly at the fallen object.
He laughed, "Tingting, what is this? It’s not your pen, right?"
"This, of course not, this is a precious love treasure." Zhao Tingting giggled, then picked up the thing, skillfully removed the sleeve, tossed it into the trash, and wiped it with a wet tissue.
Ignoring everyone.
Wu Song was speechless, "Tingting, can you tidy that up later? We should settle my contract first? I’m in a rush."
"Oh, Brother Song, I know you’re in a rush. But you have to let free the pen, right?" Zhao Tingting pouted and responded seriously.
Wu Song sweated, he didn’t an it that way, "Tingting, I ant your pen, what were you thinking?"
"That’s what I ant too! I’m such a proper girl, why would I talk about anything else?" Zhao Tingting cleaned the column and then reached underneath, surprisingly pulling out a pen and handed it to Wu Song, "Brother Song, does this work?"
Wu Song’s head was tinged with black lines, speechless as he looked at Zhao Tingting. He hadn’t activated X-ray Vision so he didn’t see where Zhao Tingting pulled the pen from,
but looking at the pen, Wu Song had every reason to suspect that the pen was either pulled from Zhao Tingting’s front pocket or her back pocket.
However, no matter which pocket it ca from, Wu Song was uncomfortable accepting it.
"Tingting, where did you take out your pen?"
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