Chapter 56

"Song Yan, how dare you beat me?" Ankay covered her face and began to curse.

Song Yan looked at the powder on her hand with disdain in her eyes. She looked at it with disgust. "The powder on a bitch's face is really thick."

"You..." Ankai's eyes glared at her viciously. No matter what way she used, she wanted to get back today's slap. Now that she is not song Yan's opponent, she forbeared for the time being, "you wait for me, I will make your life worse than death."

"Come back to me at that moment." Song Yan coldly glanced at her and left. Originally, she was in a bad mood today. After seeing such a god of plague as ankay, she was even worse.

"Xiaorou?" A warm voice comes into song Yan's ears. She follows her reputation and sees he Ziyan, whom she hasn't seen for many days.

She gave him a faint smile. "Why are you here?"

"I came to you on purpose." He Ziyan did not hide his real purpose of coming here, "let me invite you to dinner."

Song Yan nods and doesn't refuse. He is her childhood friend. Naturally, she can't deny his face. It's just a meal. In fact, it's no big deal.

He Ziyan and song Yan go to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. They order several dishes and chat while eating.

"Xiaorou, are you working hard now?"

"Of course." Song Yan side eat, side should way, "often want to run news, which have not tired."

He Ziyan listened to her answer, his eyes began to cherish, and then said, "xiaorou, why don't you come to my company, I'll arrange a more relaxed position for you."

Song Yan shook her head and refused, "no, I like my present job."

No matter what the reason is, she won't go to work in he Ziyan's company. She promised his parents, so she can't break her promise. Of course, she doesn't want to go to their company. She likes her present job. Although sometimes she has to fight with others, she still likes her present job.

At least she will work as a reporter until she finds out the truth about what happened to the Song family.

"But I don't want to see you work so hard." He Ziyan's eyes are full of heartache. Song Yan used to be a young lady, but when the Song family had an accident, she lost her aura and became an ordinary office worker.

Song Yan put down her chopsticks and looked at him with a serious expression, "where is the work that is not hard? Dare you say your work is very easy now?"

"No He Ziyan truthfully replied that he had just started to take over the company's Affairs recently, so he had to deal with many things personally, and he was very busy.

"That's right." Song Yan picked up chopsticks and continued to eat, "have a meal."

"Good." He Ziyan gives song Yan a dish, and then he eats it himself.

After a lunch, he Ziyan and song Yan walk out of the Chinese restaurant side by side after paying the bill. Feng Nana shows them together, and she secretly takes pictures with her mobile phone. She suspects that the man who is walking with song Yan now is song Yan's backer.

She must try her best to find out the man's background.

"Xiaorou, you and an Shaochuan..." Are you divorced?

He didn't say the last few words, just recited them in his heart, but he knew that song Yan would understand what he meant.

"I have nothing to do with him." Song Yan is such a light way back.

Hearing this, he Ziyan stops and looks at her. His eyes are suspicious and uncertain. He always thinks that song Yangang's words are just his illusion.

"What did you just say?"

"I said that it has nothing to do with an Shaochuan. Don't mention him in front of me in the future, or I'll break up with you!" Song Yan is threatening him fiercely. What she is disgusted about now is that she hears the name of an's family, especially an Shaochuan.

Every time she thought about the picture of him and moss, she felt disgusted, and almost had the meal the other night.

"That's great." He Ziyan's expression suddenly becomes surprised. Song Yan has no relationship with an Shaochuan now, so he can pursue her carefree?

Yes, he can pursue her openly.

Finally let her wait until such a day.

The next day, song Yan just walked into the magazine, then someone sent a bunch of bright red roses, "who is song Yan, Miss Song?"

"I am." Song Yan looks at the person who comes to her with a big bunch of flowers.

"Here are your flowers. Please sign for them."

Almost all the people in the magazine society look at Song Yan with gossip eyes.

In spite of her doubts, song Yan signed for the flowers, took out the card and opened it. It only said, "I will always be with you in the future."Without any signature, song Yan doesn't know who gave it to her for a moment.

But the first thing in her mind was the flowers sent by Li Qingyu.

After work in the afternoon, she went back to the apartment of Guiyuan Xiaozhu with such a big bunch of red roses. At this time, Li Qingyu also took Li Qingxuan back to the apartment.

Seeing song Yan holding a big bunch of flowers, Li Qingxuan asked, "Ma Ma, did your father give you the flowers?"

Song Yan nodded to him with a smile on her face, and she was very certain, "yes, your father gave it to me. Is it beautiful?"

"Beautiful." Xiaobaozi is very cooperative.

When song Yan looked at Li Qingyu, her eyes were very gentle. "Thank you for the flowers. Although red roses are not my favorite, I'm still very happy to receive such beautiful flowers."

Li Qingyu

When did he send her flowers.

Does song Yan have other pursuers?

The grandson who has eaten the gall of a leopard dare to come up with his idea of a woman. He is tired of living!

He looked at her as if nothing had happened, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "what's your favorite flower?"

"perfume lily." Song Yan took the flowers to the short table in the hall and put them down. She was ready to find a bottle later to put the flowers in. "You are hungry. I'll cook noodles now."

"Wow Xiaobaozi cheered happily, "I like noodles cooked with hemp best. I'll have two bowls later."

Smell speech, Li Qing Yu is very despise of looking at him, "you eat so much will become a little pig."

Xiaobaozi stares at him angrily, then complains with Songyan wrongly, "mama, my father calls me a little fat pig, am I really too fat?"