Outside the house, thunderstorms, lightning and thunder, in the dark room, occasionally a flash of lightning split, illuminating the whole room, exposing an excessively pale cheek.

Song huaishuang looks out of the window. The question of Long Qing is echoing in his ears.

Did she love long Qing!

Song huaishuang doesn't know. Naturally, he can't give the answer. The injured look of Long Qing lingers in his mind, one scene after another.

All of a sudden, the mobile phone on the tea table is humming and shaking. I think of it, mixed with the impatience of several rainy nights.

Long Qing's phone, she hesitated and chose to connect. The angry question seemed to be able to pass through the receiver, across the telephone line, across the pouring rain, and spread to her heart: "song huaishuang, do you have to force long Qing to death, so that you are satisfied?"

The familiar and strange voice makes song huaishuang feel dazed for a moment. She calls out the other party's name with a calm voice she didn't expect: "song Huaichun."

"I'm surprised Long Qing's phone is here, isn't it?" Song Huaichun vented a few words and calmed down a little: "since he came back from you, he has been standing outside in the rain. His wound is inflamed and he faints on the ground. If I hadn't happened to pass by, I'm afraid he would have lost his life."

To be honest, song Huaichun didn't expect that she would choose to send long Qing to the hospital, instead of taking the opportunity to kill him and avenge their family's humiliation on.

"That's quite a coincidence."

Song Huaichun can't help but hear the irony. On the doctor's bed, long Qing, who keeps calling song huaishuang's name even in a coma, reaches the peak of his anger.

"Do you believe it or not, song huaishuang? I really don't know where you come from. I'm so confused with men." Song Huaichun moved the mobile phone to long Qing's lips: "listen, it's really a good skill. People are unconscious and still recite your name all the time. I'm afraid that you can't be compared with a fox spirit."

Song huaishuang can't describe his mood at this time with words. He is miserable and bitter. All kinds of emotions are intertwined. He is like her coming, leaving no chance to breathe.

She closed her eyes, pressed down the heartache, her fingernails clasped the palm of her hand, and used the pain to keep her calm: "if you call to say these boring things, then I'll hang up. I have nothing to do with him."

Song Huaichun stares at the phone angrily. She doesn't expect that song huaishuang, a little slut, says hang up. She also hears Long Qing murmuring song huaishuang's name. Don't mention how angry she is.

"That's the woman you're thinking about."

Drunk can solve a thousand worries, but whether you are drunk or not, song huaishuang's mind becomes clearer and clearer under the influence of alcohol.

She hangs up song Huaichun's phone, seemingly cutting off all her troubles, but her mood is seriously affected. If she can, she is willing to go back to the past and return to the time when she did not know long Qing.

If she knew that one day they would make the situation they are today, even in difficulties, she would not ask for the head of long Liu. In the final analysis, she was too weak, and a little wind and grass could make her unable to resist.

Zhao Mengying is the first to notice song huaishuang's change. People who have worked overtime in the past are more likely to work as if they were dying, and their smiles were much less.

Suddenly, the desk is empty, and song huaishuang's unfinished documents are taken away from behind.

Song huaishuang frowned and his voice was clear and cold: "Mengying, return the document to me."

Zhao Mengying didn't give her the document. Instead, she pointed to her wrist watch and said, "general manager song, it's nine o'clock. Even if it's overtime, it's time to finish. No matter how important the work is, it's not as important as the body."

"I'm in good health. Don't waste my time." Song huaishuang lips tight into a line, expressionless want to take the document from Zhao Mengying's hand.

She knows the other party's worries, but song huaishuang feels that such a life is also good. She works hard, improves her ability step by step, and gets rid of her powerlessness earlier.

"In good health, you can't spoil yourself like this." Zhao Mengying refused to return the document to song huaishuang: "I don't want to see you young, often run to the hospital."

Song huaishuang lowered his face: "Mengying, don't be angry. Give me the document. You can leave after work."

Zhao Mengying refused to carry out, rigid atmosphere, stained with a trace of gunpowder. At this time, there was a slight click, and then Lin Chen came in from outside.

Seeing the appearance of two people's standoff, he was stunned at first, and subconsciously pulled out a smile: "what's the matter, one or two faces are so ugly, is it not that I came by accident?"

Seeing him, Zhao Mengying breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "no, no, you came just in time."

Fortunately, Lin Chen came here. If the stalemate goes on, Zhao Mengying doesn't know what to do. She is song huaishuang's friend. It's good, but song huaishuang's boss can't be changed.

"Lin Chen, you haven't come here for a long time. It's hard to come here. If you don't take our manager song out to eat something, it's so late that she hasn't eaten yet."As soon as song huaishuang stopped eating, Lin Chen was worried: "huaishuang, you have a bad stomach. How can you not eat? Let's go down and eat something."

Song huaishuang Yu Guang glared at Zhao Mengying. Lin Chen seldom came here. She would not have swept Zhao Mengying's face. She said, "if you are not hungry, you don't have to eat. Wait for me. I'll clean up the table."

"You go to dinner. I'll clean up here." It's not bad. Zhao Mengying immediately said that her attentive appearance made song huaishuang angry and funny.

She knew that the other party was worried about her body, but she really didn't know what she could do besides work. As soon as her head was empty, she could not help thinking.

Lin Chen more and more sure that there is a strange between the two people, smile gentle unchanged: "trouble Secretary Zhao."

Zhao Mengying waved her hand. It was enough for Lin Chen to take song huaishuang out of trouble. Thinking about song huaishuang's performance these days, she couldn't help sighing.

I hope that Lin Chen's arrival can make her a little happier.

Song huaishuang doesn't eat anything. In addition, she has stomach trouble. Lin Chen doesn't dare to order some spicy food. All the dishes on the table are full of water.

Seeing this, song huaishuang can't help but pick up the menu and add two more dishes. Lin Chen is a man of no spicy temperament and has little water. It's hard for him to swallow it.

"You don't have to take care of me like that. I'm not a three-year-old anymore." Song huaishuang moved the latter two dishes to Lin Chen: "you just took over Lin's family. You're too busy. How can you come out to find me?"

"I'm busy. I have time to see you." When he said this, Lin Chen looked directly at Song huaishuang, his eyes were as bright as ever

Song huaishuang's eyes dodged and subconsciously turned off the topic: "how do you feel when you become the leader of Lin family?"