Chapter 145

Not to mention, song mausoleum is a figure on the wave.

Qin Qian is a journalist. She knows that there are often some well-dressed elites in the world who commit suicide because of a bad word, not to mention the curse at the bottom of Song Ling's microblog.

Qin Qian absolutely knew the horror of cyber violence, so when she called Song Ling again, no one was connected, she was completely flustered.

Qin Qian took a taxi and immediately went to Song Ling's house, but the doorbell of Song Ling's house was stiff, and no one came out to open the door.

Most of the night, she was alone outside the villa. She was afraid and anxious. When she broke down, she called early Xia

But in the early summer, she didn't come. The more she thought about it, the more scared she was. So she called the police directly.

Unexpectedly, when the police came, Song Ling came out wearing a blanket and opened the door

It turns out that he just drank too much and was sleeping.

Qin Qian is very speechless,

and Song Ling is even more speechless about Qin Qian calling the police at his door in the middle of the night and making a wave of news by the way.

As soon as they met, they mixed up a few words. When they took notes, none of them had a good face.

Qin Qian is really sorry now. Why should he worry so much about Song Ling?

Now, he's OK, but she startles admiral Li.

It seems that it's all her fault

"White assistant, drink water?" Song Ling Yu Guang saw Qin Qian staring at himself, slightly hooked his lips, and then he got up and brought a kettle, took out three cups, and poured a glass of water.

Also give Qin Qian a cup.

Qin Qian didn't answer. Song Ling was placed directly in front of her.

Bai Shaoxin didn't even want to sit down: "lawyer song doesn't have to be too troublesome. I just want to ask about the situation and go right away."

"Oh, that's good, that's good." Song Ling nodded: "the situation is that I drank too much today. I don't know what happened. I misinformed the police and worried Miss Qin and Miss Xia. But now that I'm sober, assistant Bai can go back to my life. "

Bai Shaoxin was stunned. Did Song Ling send him away in three or two sentences?

However, Bai Shaoxin was just taking a form. Li Tingchen could tell from his phone that he didn't care about Song Ling at all.

But it's not that Li Tingchen is too cold, but that even Bai Shaoxin knows what kind of person Songling used to be. Even if he did something bad, only other people would have an accident. It can't be him.

This man is no less shrewd and profound than Li Tingchen, and his family background is no less than Li's financial group.

the only difference is that the present song mausoleum likes to wear a warm disguise.

"Well, I'll go first. Lawyer song and Miss Qin, you should have a rest early."

Bai Shaoxin nodded and withdrew immediately.

When Bai Shaoxin stood up, Qin Qian also stood up and wanted to go, but Song Ling pressed Bai Shaoxin on her shoulder without any trace and sent him out in person.

Qin Qian was slightly stunned and didn't get up again.

When Song Ling answered Bai Shaoxin's question just now, she took all the responsibility of this evening on her own. She was very grateful. But it's more of an accident.

After all, when the police just knocked on the door of Songling's house, the man was impatient with her.

"Qin Qian, who asked you to come? At night, why do you come to my house and bring the police? Are you crazy

"Song Ling, do you know the good heart? I'm worried about you, aren't I?"

"Worry, I don't need you to worry."

“……”

Recalling Song Ling's face at that time, Qin Qian was very upset and put down his water cup again.

Yes, she is not right, is reckless, is too nervous, but that is really too worried about him!

I used to look like a good man, but now I'm so fierce.

"I don't like water. I have other drinks at home."

Just as Qin Qian put down the water cup heavily, Song Ling's voice came. He had sent Bai Shaoxin away, and his tall body came leisurely.

"No, since lawyer song is OK, I'll go first."

Qin Qian got up and left, but his arm was fished back by Song Ling with one hand.

"It's so late that it's not convenient to walk at night. There are many guest rooms in my house. I mind if Miss Qin stays for one night."

"But I do mind. Goodbye, Mr. Song."

With that, Qin Qian wants to go again.

But Song Ling still didn't let her go,

Qin Qian frowned and looked at Song Ling, but saw a smile on the man's face: "angry."

"Angry, angry!"

"You're so worried about me."

Song Ling's voice is very low. When his tone is soft, he always brings his own smile.

Qin Qian didn't expect that his voice would make her ears hot.This song mausoleum talks too ambiguous!

"Worry about It's nothing to worry about. People don't appreciate it! " Qin Qian recovered and pulled his hand out of the hand of Song Ling.

"I'm not ungrateful. I'm scared. "

Song Ling didn't stop her this time. He rubbed his eyes slightly. His slender fingers were pale and beautiful in the light, but Qin Qian was very close. Suddenly I saw the tiny scar on it.

"Scared, what do you have to be scared? I'm scared, OK?"

Qin Qian walked away for a moment and continued to complain.

"In the middle of the night, there are a lot of policemen in your house. I think everyone will be scared."

Song Ling said as he took a coat and put it on. He found a car key from his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"You can't live. Let's go and take you back."

“……”

Qin Qian's mouth is curled. Song Ling's appearance is really calm. He can talk to him casually as if nothing happened just now.

But she didn't seem so uncomfortable.

"I don't need to see you off. Although I didn't drive, I can call a car."

"I don't trust you to drive so late. How can I make you call?"

Song Ling said faintly and went to the porch.

Qin Qian listened to his low and gentle voice, and felt that his heart was soft.

Well, he has a conscience.

"Oh, dear"

all of a sudden, Song Ling touched his forehead and whispered a few words, which seemed to be uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Qin Qian was startled and went to see him.

Song Ling frowned, pressed his head and said, "I may have drunk too much tonight. My head hurts."

"Headache? So, what about that? Why don't you take a break? Or take some medicine? " Qin Qian was worried, so he went to help Song Ling. Song Ling was also supported by her, and then slowly sat back on the sofa.

"It's OK. Just rest."

Song Ling said as he rubbed his head.

"Really?" Qin Qian is still a little worried: "or I'll drive you to the hospital?" "No, it will be better this time." Song Ling raised her eyes, but when she spoke, she still grasped her hand.