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Song Guo clenched her fists, Jin Ming had already released her, and pressed the elevator's button behind Song Guo.

What was he trying to do?

Song Guo slightly adjusted her breathing, standing by Jin Ming's side, a pair of peach blossom eyes unceasingly looked at his cold face for a long time, the elevator ding, Jin Ming expressionlessly entered the elevator.

Song Guo followed behind him in embarrassment.

She was the one who had been forcefully kissed, but now it seemed like she had done something wrong.

"You stay here. I won't disturb you." Jin Ming didn't turn his head, his handsome figure standing straight. If it weren't for that extremely discernible voice, Song Guo would instantly suspect that she was hallucinating.

Song Guo didn't reply and got off the elevator. Jin Ming didn't pay any attention to Song Guo, he just opened the door and returned to the study, Song Guo stood in the living room looking in the direction of the study, her eyes slightly trembling, her lips slightly numb as if reminding her of something happened.

This was pretty good, wasn't it?

Song Guo went back to her room and turned on the computer. The first thing she clicked on was Weibo, and saw that the public opinion was constantly changing sides with the Song Corporation. Some people even started preparing for her, but it seemed like some kind of obstruction had prevented them from connecting Song Guo to the Miss of the Song Corporation for more than half a day.

That's good as well. This way, he could be at ease and work first.

Song Guo leaned against the soft tatami, her mind constantly thinking of Jin Ming's strong kiss, telling him that in the future, when he wouldn't disturb her, her voice would sound lonely and hurt.

"Song Guo, you should have moved out decisively." Song Guo let her body sink into the tatami, her mind in a state of chaos. Her peach blossom eyes stared absentmindedly at the air, unable to suppress the churning memories in her mind no matter what.

After an unknown amount of time, the scene in Song Guo's mind was finally disrupted by another matter. She abruptly sat up from the tatami.

The boxes that had been stacked in the corner looked especially lonely.

Song Guo didn't think too much. She took a pair of scissors from the pen container on the desk and walked to a corner. After unpacking for a long time, she finally found a small box with a delivery number on it.

Song Guo withdrew the fatigue from her brows. She carried the box to the side and sat cross-legged on the carpet. Her hands didn't stop moving for even a moment as she held the box and flipped it over.

The contents of the box instantly spilled out of the small box onto the ground.

Song Guo looked at the disc on the floor, then she climbed up from the floor. She took the laptop from the desk and sat down beside the pile of documents.

She picked up a disc and placed it on the computer's disc...

During the sleepless night, Song Guo rubbed her sore eyes when she saw the first bit of white on her belly outside the window. He watched a surveillance video for the whole night. It was a video of his mother's accident, and because the date had been wiped out, Song Guo sped up her watch. After watching for the whole night, Song Guo was a little tired and stretched.

When she thought about the milk in the fridge, she stood up. Her legs were numb from the cold.

In the dining room, Jin Ming was half-leaning against the liquor cabinet in the kitchen, holding the milk Song Guo wanted to drink. His slightly messy hair added a trace of laziness to Jin Ming's deep, reserved temperament.

SongGuo walked over to the table and picked up her glass of water.

"Morning." Song Guo pulled out a faint smile as she looked at Jin Mingzhen.

Jin's deep black eyes moved slightly as Song Guo moved.

Finally, her gaze fell onto the cup in her hand.

Jin Ming straightened his body and strode to the dining table, placing the milk in his hands on the table, before returning to his room as if there was no one present.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward, Song Guo stared at Jin Mingzhen's back, a hint of helplessness flashed past her eyes, she then picked up the milk on the table and poured herself a cup.

Wasn't this what he wanted?

Song Guo laughed at herself in her heart and poured some milk. Then, Song Guo went back to her room and read the information seriously.

These were the reports from the time when the Song family was facing bankruptcy, as well as the project contracts and financial signatures that her mother handled. Song Guo only knew a little about the business.

Suddenly, a familiar car appeared on the screen. Song Guo's pupils suddenly constricted as she stared fixedly at the screen.

On the other side, Jiang Ziyu gracefully sat on the opposite side of Song Shan Shan.

"You said that this wasn't Uncle's intention?"

"Hmm. That day, father started arguing after saying a few words to elder sister. The next day, this matter was reported on the news. After dad saw it, he got even angrier. Yesterday, he didn't eat anything and locked himself in his room." Song Shan's face was full of worry.

Seeing Song Shan's worried expression, a hint of anger appeared on Jiang Ziyu's face.

"Didn't you say you don't want the shares of the Song family?"

"Father said he would break off the relationship with Jin family's second son because his sister was with him, but it was just a moment of anger. Maybe she wanted to save Hua Yi …" Song Shan wanted to say something but hesitated. Jiang Ziyu's eyes were already filled with anger.

Song Shan wanted to express her understanding. This matter of breaking off the relationship was most likely done by Song Guo herself. Killing 1000 enemies and hurting 800 people, but Song Guo could at least keep her identity as the legitimate chairman of Huaxi Corporation.

"It's just a small piece of art, isn't it too much for Song Guo to do this?" Jiang Ziyu lowered her voice, full of anger.

"No matter what, Violet Rain, I know that you are a low-profile big shot. I would like to ask you to help me with a clarification microblog. Don't let public opinion target big sister again. I'm afraid that she might be in danger." Song Shan lowered her head, but Jiang Ziyu didn't ignore the helplessness on her face.

"I understand, I'll talk to her. You don't need to worry too much. Go back and properly communicate with Uncle Song." Jiang Ziyu gently patted Song Shan's shoulder.

On the same afternoon, Jiang Cheng, as an influential emotional literature writer, posted an essay on Weibo by Jiang Ziyu.

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The Song sisters and I grew up together since we were young. Recently, there are many false reports about them on the internet. As the closest person to them, I won't allow any malicious speculation or gossip to interfere with their lives.

I am very clear on their character, their family matters are their internal affairs, since there is no danger to the lives and interests of the people, please do not spread rumors of personal abuse.

Thank you!