Chapter 282

Finally, Yao Keyi left, because the assistant had already come in to help her pack up, and then hands respectfully handed her: "Miss Yao, do you want me to arrange the car for you?"

Yao Keyi looked at sang Qi bitterly. Then he came to me and stamped his feet. He left.

I stood in front of him and he didn't even bother to lift his head when he drank tea.

"Mulberry flag." Mr. sang raised his glass to Sang Qi: "I haven't seen you for a long time. You are developing well."

It has been quite a long time since they came back to Jincheng. Mr. sang never visited Mrs. sang once. I'm really unworthy of Mrs. sang. I treat a person with heart and soul, and it's easy to forget in the end.

Mr. Sang's cold-blooded attitude towards Mrs. sang is incisive. In recent years, he seems that Mrs. sang does not exist.

I know that sang Qi is very angry with his father, and indeed I think sang Qi should be.

The atmosphere on the table was very strange. Sang Qi and his father had almost no communication.

It happened that he would go back to Sang's house to talk about business tonight. I can't see sugar with him?

This is also a good thing. At the beginning, sang Qi gave up everything for me. Now if he could get it back, I would be able to get rid of a worry.

Seeing that I had doubts, sang Qi was not stingy to answer my doubts: "Sang Shixi can't wake up for the time being, Dayu has no leader, and my grandfather wants me to go back to preside over the overall situation."

The car is going to the Sang family. Is it going to the Sang family for dinner tonight?

When I mended my makeup, I looked up out of the window and was stunned.

I was making up in the car and I was in a pitch dark afternoon. I didn't make much of my makeup, and a little light lipstick had gone.

He turned every interaction between sangqi and me into a transaction, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with you coming and going.

I didn't ask him who he would have dinner with in the evening. Since he asked me to go, he definitely needed his wife's role.

I can only say, "Oh, thank you, secretary."

He had no expression: "my secretary built it for you."

I said to him, "thank you for the blanket."

I always get up early to put on my winter blanket.

I got up and looked at the sky outside: it was almost blackened.

When I wake up, I'm wearing a blanket. No wonder it's not cold at all.

Their voice is not big, it's like a lullaby to me. I fell asleep on the sofa.

Sang Qi was very busy. Later, he called many senior officials to his office for a small meeting.

Anyway, this kind of feeling is quite confusing, I feel very uncomfortable and have nothing to do.

When I look at him, I feel that we are the same as before, but when he looks at me, I feel that those days are gone forever.

Every time I was alone with sangqi, I always felt that I was shuttling in the time shuttle two years ago and now.

He still likes to pull up the curtains in his office, but there is a crack left, and the sun shines in from the crack and sprinkles on his shoulder.

He was so absorbed in his work that he didn't squint.

Always low head neck pain, occasionally raise head activity, always can't help subconsciously to see mulberry flag.

Sangqi didn't let me leave in the afternoon, and I had nothing to do in the afternoon. I just sat on the sofa not far from sangqi's desk and played with my mobile phone.

He said to me, "No." He light: "so good."

I nodded: "need to change clothes or special dress?"

Is this an equivalent exchange between me and him? Just a meal with him?

He once again called me: "don't hurry to leave late, I have a party, come with me."

Got his affirmative answer, I will stand up: "then you busy your."

Did he say yes? I'm overjoyed. No matter what kind of request he makes, I can promise him as long as he doesn't want my life.

He thought, "I can keep it as if you owe me a favor."

I didn't know what to exchange with him.

I sat down opposite him and said, "is this an equivalent exchange?" He asked me suddenly.

"Sit down!" He said.

Sang Qi didn't raise his glass. He rubbed the crystal cup with his fingers and said with a low smile: "it's a remnant of fate to be able to eat at a table, but it's not up to the point of raising his glass for another one. Mr. sang, I'm here for my grandfather this time."

Mr. Sang's face turned big

As soon as Mr. sang got up, the old man patted the table impatiently: "OK, do you want me to have a good meal with my grandson?"