Chapter 39

There were people coming and going at the exhibition, and Guan Wuqiao disappeared after just a while. Song Zhen got up with his computer in his arms, pretended to think calmly for a while, and said to his friends, "I'm leaving first, I'm leaving. "

He is not sure what Guan Wuqiao will do when he sees him. Of course, based on what he knows about Guan Wuqiao, the most likely thing is that he will be completely ignored, but if he is unlucky, he will catch up with Guan Wuqiao on this day. Bridge is not in a good mood, so he is likely to be beaten.

Before he could explain, Song Zhen was about to leave with his computer bag in his hand. He walked through the dense crowd to the door, and suddenly heard his friend calling him from behind: "Song Zhen! Your phone."

Song Zhenhan's hair stood on end, and ran back to get his mobile phone. He had two big heads and said in a low voice, "Don't call me!"

Before he took two steps, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, he subconsciously looked back, and met Guan Wuqiao who was not far away.

Song Zhen: "..."

As he thought, Guan Wuqiao looked at him blankly for a few seconds, then turned his head and ignored him very indifferently.

Song Zhen felt that his blood was about to spurt out of his pores, he carried his bag in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, and quickly left the venue.

Then, he found a McDonald's and sat down, staring at the fries.

After a while, Song Zhen's cell phone rang, and his friend said to Song Zhen, "It's over, the staff said there is something wrong with our information."

Song Zhen: "What do you mean?"

"It said that the information we submitted when we signed up was wrong."

Song Zhen scratched his hair subconsciously, "I see, you go back to the hotel first, come back tomorrow, or stay there to watch the game, I'll think of a way."

Song Zhen regretted it when he said it. Does he have a fart way?

Pushing away a mouthful of untouched fries, Song Zhen stood up, feeling flustered and frustrated. He didn't know what he was thinking. He took his bag and went to the nearby parking lot for a walk. A Maybach, he very clearly remembers Guan Wuqiao's love for this car.

Song Zhen hesitated for a long time. He knew that it was wise to leave quickly, but he felt that he couldn't just let it go. It wasn't his business alone, but it would be too much to wait until Guan Wuqiao just rely on a car. Naive, what if Guan Wuqiao parked his car somewhere else? What if Guan Wuqiao didn't drive? What if Guan Wuqiao doesn't like Maybach anymore? Besides, why would he buy it even if he likes it? In short, he felt that he might just do this to make his conscience better. After all, it really wasn't his business alone, and he couldn't do nothing.

Song Zhen was like a hapless child left in a kindergarten. He waited, waited, and waited until the parking lot was almost empty, only to see Guan Wuqiao approaching alone, and then he actually got into the Maybach.

Song Zhen's legs were about to go numb. He ran over and sat in the co-pilot without waiting for Guan Wuqiao to speak. Then, he began to regret what he had done, and even began to regret his mother giving birth to him.

Guan Wuqiao turned his face and looked at him blankly.

"Go down."

Song Zhen said, "Wait a minute, are you the... staff member?"

Guan Wuqiao had no intention of answering at all, Song Zhen felt uncomfortable, his blood seemed to be spurting out of his pores again, and he said indifferently: "My friend said that the information we submitted was wrong, I don't think so. Surely something went wrong, but, well, it should-"

Suddenly, Guan Wuqiao drove the car out. He said, "Go to the organizer for the program problem and say that there is a subway station in front of you, so you can get off by yourself."

Song Zhen regretted giving birth to him even more. He was restless and said, "It seems that something has been ringing, yes- I'm relying on it!"

A little white dog got out of nowhere, Guan Wuqiao slammed on the brakes, Song Zhen slammed into the glass with a bang, his nose was hot, and the nosebleed came down.

Guan Wuqiao finally showed his emotions other than indifference. He grabbed the seat belt very roughly, as if he was about to strangle Song Zhen with the seat belt.

"You don't even have your seat belt fastened, what are you talking about?!"

Song Zhen's nose bleeds onto his shirt. Song Zhen was frightened by the scene. He suddenly felt that he was thinking too much about Guan Wuqiao. It must be that they had indeed crossed something, and it had nothing to do with Guan Wuqiao. He came to find him. Guan Wuqiao, destroying the other party's mood, is a very wrong choice. He should shut up and wait for Guan Wuqiao to drive the car to the subway station and get off.

But Guan Wuqiao didn't stop at the subway station. He drove the car back to where he lived, an apartment in a good location. Song Zhen covered his face, got out of the car with a guilty conscience, and took out all the money in his pocket.

"Pay for your shirt." Song Zhen said, "I'm leaving."

Song Zhen looked like a hapless high school student who had just been beaten by a gangster. Guan Wuqiao rudely pushed his money back, dragged him into the elevator, went home, and pushed him into his bathroom. , wet the towel and wipe the blood from his face.

Song Zhen: "..."

He said in a panic, "I didn't know you were here, otherwise I wouldn't go back to China. We'll communicate with the organizer tomorrow. I didn't say that this matter has anything to do with you, um... um."

Guan Wuqiao looked at him with a cold face. Song Zhen felt that he must look very embarrassed now, which is actually the case, but he is very good-looking, and good-looking people will only look better when they are embarrassed. He looked at Guan Wuqiao in a panic. , found that Guan Wuqiao looked a little more irritable than before, he thought he was really going to be beaten.

Song Zhen's brain, which had not been short-circuited for a long time, suddenly short-circuited. He looked at Guan Wuqiao, raised his face suddenly, and kissed Guan Wuqiao's lips.

Two minutes later, the two fell on the bed naked. Song Zhen cried out in a collapsed voice. He didn't know whether it was painful or refreshing. He trembled while screaming. , Song Zhen finally reacted, covering his mouth with his hand, but his arms were held by Guan Wuqiao and pressed to one side, he looked at Song Zhen's face, his eyes seemed to want to kill Song Zhen alive.

Song Zhen also really felt that he almost died.

After finishing it once, he was lying on the bed, trembling all over, his legs could not close together, but Guan Wuqiao started to put on clothes, so he had to start wearing clothes, Song Zhen peeked at Guan Wuqiao, he found that Guan Wuqiao took a He put on loose sports shorts, took out his cigarette and lighter, took a deep breath with the cigarette in his mouth, and the irritability on his face was almost unbearable.

Song Zhen also found that his sports shorts were pushed up very high.

Song Zhen's clothes were full of blood, and there was some suspicious liquid on it. Guan Wuqiao opened the closet, and took out a short sleeve and threw it to him. Song Zhen was wearing a big size, just covering his buttocks, because his buttocks hurt. , Song Zhen was very careful in putting on his underwear. For some reason, the front of Guan Wuqiao's shorts was pushed higher.

"Get out." Guan Wuqiao pointed to the door and said, "Get out."

Song Zhen was afraid that he would burn himself with a cigarette butt, so he quickly put on his clothes and limped off.