Chapter 687： You are a ghost

Song Wenqi slept very fast, and while Zhang Min was still struggling, he had already entered deep sleep.

Listening to Song Wenqi's steady breathing, Zhang Min sighed.

She took a deep breath, and then set up Song Wenqi, taking off his dirty clothes.

Zhang Min tried not to look too much, but she still saw Song Wenqi's muscles.

The man looked soft and weak, but he didn't expect to be so expectant.

Zhang Min, aware of what he was thinking, suddenly turned red like a cooked shrimp.

Fortunately, Song Wenqi fell asleep, otherwise she would die awkwardly.

Zhang Min threw Song Wenqi on the bed, brought him a hot towel and wiped his body, and his face was burning all the time.

She has never done these things for men.

After doing this, Zhang Min was completely collapsed, feeling that his back was wet, and I did not know when the sweat had already wet her clothes.

Zhang Min looked at Song Wenqi, who was asleep, and found that he was quite handsome under the light.

She shook her head hard.

What do you want?

This man is always President Shen.

Zhang Min quickly woke up and went to the bathroom to wash Song Wenqi's clothes.

After all this, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Min packed his room and went back to his room.

so tired! She fell asleep directly on the bed.

When Song Wenqi got up the next morning, he couldn't find his clothes but couldn't find it. When he saw the daughter-in-law on the balcony, his mouth was drawn.

No need to ask him to know who washed it.

Zhang Min was originally kind, but she actually washed Song Wenqi's suit by hand.

How can that material be washed by hand?

Even if it can be worn, how do you wear it now?

Song Wenqi took a few deep breaths and told herself that Zhang Min was not intentional, she was kind.

Looking back, he saw Zhang Min staying on the table with the hangover medicine and a thermos.

Song Wenqi knew that when he came back last night, it was more than twelve in the morning. He remembered that he had drunk a lot, but after entering the room, everything was broken.

He quickly ran to the bathroom and looked around. It was clean everywhere and there was no other smell on his body.

It should be Zhang Min.

When he thought of this, Song Wenqi called the front desk and asked them to go out and buy two sets of clothes, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

There must be nothing happening with Zhang Min. He is not stupid again. Has his body been the most honest?

I just suddenly felt that it was good to have a small secretary like Zhang Min, at least I didn't have to be too embarrassed.

After taking a shower, Song Wenqi went to hot water and ate the hangover medicine, feeling warm in his stomach.

He hasn't felt this way for a long time.

This kind of warmth seems to have been given to him by my mother only as a child.

Thinking of this, Song Wenqi quickly called the nursing home.

"How is my mom recently?"

"Mrs. Song is still the same, but recently she is more sleepy and eats less. We have been paying attention to it, rest assured Song Shao."

The nurse's words made Song Wenqi feel relieved, and then confessed a few words, which turned off the phone.

At this moment, the doorbell of Song Wenqi's room rang.

Song Wenqi went to open the door in pajamas.

Zhang Min had already bought breakfast, and when he saw Song Wenqi woke up, he smiled and said, "I bought Xiaomi porridge specifically for you, warming my stomach.

If you drink too much alcohol, it is best to eat whole grains in the morning, which is good for your stomach. "

Song Wenqi looked at Zhang Min, a servant of red dust. There was a trace of sweat on her face. The face that was not too white was filled with warmth and smile.

He leaned against the wall and said: "You remind me of my mother."

Zhang Min's mouth was drawn directly.

"Am I that old?"

"My mother is not old, she looks pretty."

Song Wenqi suddenly had something he wanted to talk to.

Maybe it was because Zhang Min was too warm and the sun was shining at this time, maybe it was because he was alone for too long, and just wanted to talk to someone.

"Come, let me show you my mother's picture."

Song Wenqi took Zhang Min's hand into the room and sat on the bed.

He crossed the phone and showed Zhang Min one by one.

"Look, I didn't lie to you?

Let me tell you, can't you see that my mother has such a son? "

Song Wenqi said with special pride.

Zhang Min found the common ground in these photos.

She looked at Song Wenqi and asked a little carefully: "Is your mother sick?"

I see all the photos in the hospital. "

Song Wenqi's face suddenly sank a bit.

After struggling a few times, he whispered, "My mother has been in the nursing home for almost twenty years."

"What disease?"

"Spirit is not good."

Song Wenqi said, want to drink again.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Zhang Min quickly brought Xiaomi porridge to his face and said, "Hurry up, or your stomach will be uncomfortable."

Song Wenqi was stunned.

The average woman wants to know about Song Wenqi, because this is the only way they can get close to Song Wenqi, but Zhang Min didn't do it, but changed the topic directly.

Song Wenqi's mood suddenly relaxed a bit.

"You are not bad, no wonder Mange will take you so seriously.

In the future, I don't know which wicked boy is blessed to be able to marry you. "

"Don't you say that I can't find a boyfriend?"

Zhang Min directly returned what Song Wenqi once said to him.

Song Wenqi was choked directly.

Zhang Min, however, was not aggressive and got up to help Song Wenqi make the bed.

"Don't be busy, these things will be picked up by the waiter for a while.

Besides, breakfast hotels are also available. "

"Oh."

Zhang Min promised that he still packed the bed, and the stacked squares were square, which reminded Song Wenqi of life in the military area.

"I don't know, I thought you were a soldier."

Zhang Min paused and said regretfully: "I wanted to go, but my altitude was not enough, and I passed the military camp in my life.

Actually, I really like military camps.

I thought, looking back, I must find a man in the army to marry. "

"What's so good about being a soldier?"

"It's good to be a soldier! Just like you, no one wants you to be a soldier."

Zhang Min thought that Song Wenqi was the kind of person who couldn't eat Portuguese **** and said that grape sour could not help but feel a little angry.

She just had a better impression of Song Wenqi. Can this man keep her feelings for a few minutes?

Song Wenqi heard Zhang Min's words and smiled and said, "No one wants me?"

What a joke! I automatically asked for a job change, otherwise I would be a commander now. "

"Just blow it."

Zhang Min didn't believe Song Wenqi at all.

Song Wenqi did not argue with her, watching Zhang Min come and go packing in the room, and suddenly there was a warm feeling.

"Your clothes are dry, why don't you take them back?"

Zhang Min found that Song Wenqi's suit was still drying on the balcony, and quickly received it.

Song Wenqi has a black line on his forehead.

"Zhang Min."

"Ok?"

"Shall we make three chapters of the law in the future?"

Song Wenqi's words made Zhang Min stunned.

"What three chapters?"

"Don't wash my clothes later."

"why?

Did n’t I wash it? I did n’t use the washing machine, I did it by hand, really, especially clean. "

It seems that Zhang Min specially sent the clothes to Song Wenqi in order to verify that he was clean.

Song Wenqi wanted to tell Zhang Min that this suit was worth nothing to you, but when it came to his mouth, he suddenly stopped when he looked at Zhang Min's sincere look.

"It's all right."

Song Wenqi himself feels strange, why is he so depressed?

"right?

I think I washed it very clean.

Change your clothes, I'll go home first. "

Zhang Min left the room after talking.

Song Wenqi looked at the suit in front of him and put it up directly.

The waiter bought the clothes he wanted, and Song Wenqi came out of the room after changing it.

Standing at the door of the room, Liu Shiwen and Song Wenqi were bored when they saw her.

"Are you a ghost?

Why is there always a ghost? "

"Song Song, I think we need to get to know it again.

My name is Liu Shiwen, a jewelry designer. Some time ago your company approached me. I wonder if Mr. Song still has any impression? "

Liu Shiwen introduced herself smilingly and politely.

Song Wenqi finally knew how Liu Shiwen's name was so familiar.

It turned out to be the jewelry designer he was looking for.

However, he did not have any special enthusiasm. After a while, he bypassed Liu Shiwen and left.

"Song Song, I promise to hire your company."

"Okay, go directly to our company to report."

Song Wenqi finished, went directly to Zhang Min's room.

"Zhang Min, are you all right?"

Hearing Song Wenqi's cry, Zhang Min quickly came out.

"All right."

Her stereotyped shirt and jeans look like they sell insurance.

"You change something else."

"Don't it look good?"

Zhang Min looked at himself a little puzzled.

Not bad.

Seeing her like this, Song Wenqi couldn't help shaking her head and said, "Forget it, I'll accompany you to buy a suit."

"Exactly, I'm going to buy clothes too. Let's do it together. I can also give Miss Zhang some reference."

Liu Shiwen quickly stepped forward and said with a smile.

Zhang Min saw Liu Shiwen like this, and subconsciously refused, but Song Wenqi said: "Alright, give her matching jewelry.

You have a unique vision and can clean her up. "

"Okay, Mr. Song, you can rest assured, I will definitely clean up Miss Zhang."

Liu Shiwen looked at Zhang Min with a smile on her face and said: "Miss Zhang, I was really sorry before. I don't know that you are Mr. Song's friend. Please don't remember what you offended.

I am now a jewelry designer in the head office of Song, so I can be considered a family.

I think Miss Zhang followed President Song out to discuss business?

You can't dress like this.

Let me show you around. "

"Can't it?"

Zhang Min heard that Liu Shiwen was the designer of Song Wenqi's company and suddenly let go.

This is the case with her. As long as the other party does not deliberately aim at herself, she is definitely not the one to take the initiative.

What's more, she is also the designer of Song Wenqi's company. She can't do too much.

Seeing that Zhang Min didn't care anymore, Liu Shiwen saw a trace of anger under his eyes.

A country girl who made her so humble and kneeled, to see how she would clean her up later.

She thought so in her heart, but with an impeccable smile on her face, she directly took Zhang Min's hand out of the hotel with Song Wenqi.