MTL - Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub-Chapter 60 I'm running out of time, I'm afraid I'll go crazy first

  Chapter 60 I don’t have time, I’m afraid I’ll go crazy first

  Song Ziyu was angry and angry, and stared at the woman who was smiling like a flower.

  But he didn't dare to do it again.

  Song Yueliang's words brought back memories from many years ago that he didn't want to recall.

  He was beaten by Song Yueliang, so hard that he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

  Thinking about it now, there is still pain in the bones.

   This woman is really wild, and she will die in a fight.

   And completely disregarding his identity, not giving him any face.

   Just because he made fun of the sick guy next to her.

  What was he talking about?

  Oh, he sang in an operatic tone, "Brother Lin fell from the sky, coughing and panting is not vulgar. If anyone marries him, he will be a widow in his prime~"

   And then he got punched.

  From childhood to adulthood, since he knew about Song Yueliang, he has abused and ridiculed her no less than a hundred and eighty times. How many times has she not tolerated it?

   He almost died there when he beat him for someone else!

   Simply crazy!

  *

  Press the elevator button and go straight down to the garage on the second floor.

  Chen Mo looked at his boss's calm appearance, and reached out to help the **** frame on the bridge of his nose, "Boss, are you leaving just like that?"

  She just looked at it, but the Crown Prince Song hasn't recovered yet.

  Song Yueliang looked at the constantly beating numbers above her head, stroked her wrist carelessly, "Don't go, why don't you go back and slap him again?"

   "..." Then let's go, "Where is Chairman Song?"

  When the door of the meeting room opened, she listened to Chairman Song's words "go to my office".

   "Let him wait, he has to get used to it, it's not what it used to be."

  Not what it used to be?

   It means that Chairman Song's weight with the boss is not as good as before? Or does it mean that the identity of the boss is quite different? Or is there another meaning?

  Chen Mo didn't ask any more knowingly.

  The ringing phone rang suddenly, echoing gently in the underground garage.

   After connecting the phone, Song Yueliang opened the door and got into the car, "Hello, Dong Dong?"

   "I prefer you to call me Shushu."

   "I think Wangwang is more appropriate."

   "Am I still your cutie?" The woman's voice came faintly from the phone.

  Song Yueliang curled her lips lightly, "Tell me, what's the matter."

  Dong Wangshu immediately excitedly said, "Yueyue, the Crown Club will be waiting for you at seven o'clock in the evening, congratulations on your successful entry into the Song family today!"

   "Okay, see you tonight."

   "Be there or be square!"

  *

   Six thirty, dusk.

  The night is about to fall, and the sky is full of haze.

  The city lights are on, colorful neon lights are flashing, and the scene is bustling.

  The Crown Club is located in the south of the city, occupying a prime location. It is the largest high-end entertainment club in Huicheng. Those who dare to enter and spend here are people with some wealth in Huicheng.

  Driving the car out of the Ruchuan traffic, stopped in front of the Crown Club, threw the car key to the doorman, Song Yueliang pushed the door and entered.

  The taste of luxury and luxury comes oncoming.

  The first floor is a huge dance floor. Scattered figures are swaying to the dance music on the dance floor. At this point, the club has not yet reached the busiest time.

  Passing around the bar on the left, Song Yueliang walked to the booth on the second floor. She had already seen Dong Wangshu's iconic red hair.

   It was dyed half a month ago, and it was said to be a trendy product imported from abroad.

  As soon as she reached the second floor, Dong Wangshu waved to her through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the booth, "Yueyue, here!"

   Entered the booth and took a seat, poured herself a glass of wine, Song Yueliang said, "You haven't dyed your hair yet? Uncle passed the test?"

  Three days ago, this girl called her and cried to her. In order to let her dye her hair back, her father stopped all her cards again.

  The performance spelled out by the wholesale market is tantamount to busy work.

Dong Wangshu grinned, "I told the old man that this year is my birth year, and my hair color is auspicious. This year I must be lucky! The old man thought about it for a while, and immediately returned my card. Don't worry, I will treat you today !"

   "I don't intend to pay the bill today." Song Yueliang smiled and took a sip of her wine.

  She actually envied Dong Wangshu in her heart, the jewel in the palm of the wealthy Dong family, loved by her parents, had no worries about food and clothing since she was a child, and lived a simple and happy life.

  Like a little calf ignorant of the world, rampant, even if she gets into trouble, she doesn't have to worry about it. Someone will always take care of her.

   "Yueyue? Yueyue? What are you thinking, why are you in a daze?"

  Dong Wangshu approached suspiciously, and waved his sensual hand in front of Song Yueliang.

  Song Yueliang came back to her senses, glanced at her, "I was thinking, how did I become friends with you, a brat."

  They are two completely different people.

  Dong Wangshu is simple and carefree, like a sunflower growing in the sun.

  As for her, she was born with a despicable brand, and after experiencing an accident, she turned into a fallen poppy, with poisonous flowers and leaves.

"What do you want to do so much? I like you, so I want to be friends with you!" Dong Wangshu felt that talking was not enough, so he went over and took Song Yueliang's arm, "Yueyue, tell me what happened today. Song's board of directors, are the two father and son scared into faces?"

   "You said it was to help me celebrate, but you are actually here to inquire about gossip?"

   "Tell me, let me be happy too, I've been holding back this breath for four years!"

  Song Yueliang ruffled her red hair and pushed her head away.

   "It's not enough to be scared into a face, but it's true to be angry into a puffer fish."

   "Hahaha!" Dong Wangshu was overjoyed, "Tell me carefully!"

  The champagne liquid on the tea table gradually decreased, and the night gradually sank.

  The music in the lobby changed from slow rocking to upbeat dance music, and the venue became lively.

  While Song Yueliang finished telling the story to Dong Wangshu, the tower with toothpicks in his hand was also successfully completed.

  Dong Wang opened his mouth and was about to praise her for being great, but he saw that the woman pulled away the base of the tower neatly, and the tower collapsed completely, and the toothpick rolled to the ground.

   "Yueyue?" Dong Wangshu was puzzled, it was built with care, how can it be destroyed if it is destroyed?

   "It's a pity to pick someone's teeth."

   "..." toothpick it did something wrong.

"But Yueyue, you've been acting too frequently recently. The two fathers and sons of the Song family must have been vigilant. Now that you have joined their board of directors, things may not go as smoothly as you think..." Hearing the evaluation, Dong Wangshu worried, "Will this be too aggressive?"

  Song Yueliang was silent, holding a wine glass and walking to the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the thousands of people downstairs with indifferent eyes.

   After a while, she opened her lips.

   "I don't have time, Dong Dong. If I don't do anything, I'm afraid I'll go crazy before then."

  *

  The loud noise almost broke the floor-to-ceiling glass, and several young men and women shook their heads in the booth following the strong rhythm.

  On the seat near the glass, Song Ziyu looked worried, drinking one glass after another, still unable to suppress the aggrieved feeling he suffered in the afternoon.

"Song Shao, drink slowly, the night is still long. Isn't it just a slap, calm down!" Jiang Zhengyang took away the wine glass in front of Song Ziyu, patted the buttocks of the female companion next to him, "Go and accompany Song Little, make people happy, you can choose the house and car!"

  The female companion was overjoyed, and secretly cast a wink at Jiang Zhengyang, and then sat next to Song Ziyu, wearing a cool and soft body, leaning against her, with a charming voice, "Song Shao—"

   "Go away!" Song Ziyu pushed the person away without mercy, and looked at Jiang Zhengyang with a sullen face, "How do you know?"

  Jiang Zhengyang suppressed a smile, and pretended to be serious, "Hey! It just so happens that I have a lover who works in the Song Corporation...Don't worry, Song Shao, I have a very strict mouth, and I will never speak out."

  Song Ziyu's face was scorched black, and he closed his eyes fiercely.

Hold!

   Today is the first day of PK ~ Do you like sweetheart cubs? Cubs need to be fed~

  (end of this chapter)