There was a car parked in the shadow under the tree, and someone in the car kept looking at her.
When I saw song Qinghuan's graceful figure and walked slowly into the villa community, the people sitting in the car were as quiet as water, and suddenly had a sour taste.
Zhang Jie bit her lip and her eyes were red in a moment.
As a popular host nowadays, her unique career makes her different from most beautiful women, making her beautiful but not empty, very charming.
In addition, her status as a senior cadre's son, no matter how sentimental, arrogant and overbearing she is, can still attract many men.
When she met her, she kept warm. It was at a commercial cocktail party that she liked it at a glance. At first, she only thought it was pure appreciation. After all, she met many excellent men.
But after a few simple conversations, she found that she wanted to be close to the man, trying to make him feel cold.
Proud of her, she thought that she could use her charm to move him, but found that no matter when the man looked at her, his eyes were cold and empty.
But she felt that even if he didn't like it, he would try to get close to her. After all, her identity was there, and he, as a businessman, should know that if he could be with her, it would be absolutely beneficial.
But for a long time, his attitude towards her has never changed. He is always polite and alienated. He seems indifferent, but in fact he is cold and impersonal.
In order to get close to him, to have more words with him, and to have a meal with him, she not only opened a private restaurant, but also occasionally called him to have dinner, as in business. She also pestered her father and took the initiative to help him win some projects.
Although she knows that he doesn't need help, she probably disdains her help.
But at least he is still a gentleman, will politely thank her, will invite her to dinner, even if still indifferent perfunctory, but can only look at him far away, she has been very satisfied.
She remembers that once, when she was in a cold car, the car passed here that day. He got off here and told the driver to take her back.
That day, she guessed that Shi Yuhan might live in this community. Later, she asked the driver about it, and it was exactly what she thought.
However, she did not come once, of course, when the cold will not let her come.
As for song Qinghuan's identity, how can she live in such a high-grade villa? The only possibility is that she has been married, as she thought in her heart, and she keeps out the cold when she married.
Zhang Jie thought about it and suddenly began to laugh. Tears also came out immediately.
After laughing, she calmed down and gently looked at the direction of song Qinghuan's disappearance. There was a trace of water vapor in her eyes, but after blinking, there was only cold without temperature.
At noon, song Qinghuan is going to the restaurant for dinner, but he doesn't expect to receive a call from Zhang Jie, asking her to come out to meet him.
In the quiet Western food, song Qinghuan looks at Zhang Jie in front of him.
She wears a charming and elegant cashmere dress, which is bigger than her long hair.
Song Qinghuan bitterly, bit his lip: "I don't know Miss Zhang, what can I do for you."
Zhang Jie took a sip of coffee and asked with a faint smile, "have you seen the Charter recently?"
Song Qinghuan shook his head: "no!"