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"Song Yan, you bitch dare to hit me?" Ankai covered her face and scolded angrily.

Song Yan looked at the powder in her hand with some disdain. "The powder on the bitch's face is really thick."

"You..." ankay stared at her maliciously. No matter what kind of slap she used, she would get it back. Now that she is not song Yan's opponent, she put up with it for the time being. "Wait for me, I will make your life worse than death."

"Just wait until that moment. Come back and tell me." Song Yan glanced at her indifferently and left. Originally, she was in a bad mood today. After seeing a plague God like ankay, she was even worse.

"Xiaorou?" A gentle voice came into song Yan's ears. She followed her reputation and saw he Ziyan, who had not seen for many days.

She smiled at him, "Why are you here?"

"I came to you on purpose." He Ziyan didn't hide his real purpose of coming here, "let me invite you to dinner."

Song Yan nodded and didn't refuse. He was her childhood friend. Naturally, he couldn't deny his face. He just had a meal. In fact, it's no big deal.

He Ziyan took song Yan to a Chinese restaurant. They ordered several dishes and chatted while eating.

"Xiaorou, are you working hard now?"

"Of course." Song Yan answered as she ate. "I'm not tired if I often have to run the news."

He Ziyan listened to her answer and felt a touch of love at the bottom of his eyes. Then he said, "xiaorou, why don't you come to my company and I'll arrange a lighter position for you."

Song Yan shook her head and refused, "no, I like my present job."

No matter for what reason, she won't go to work in he Ziyan's company. She promised his parents, so she can't break her promise. Of course, she doesn't want to go to their company. She likes her current job. Although sometimes she has to fight with others, she still likes her current job.

At least she will work as a reporter until she finds out the truth of the Song family accident.

"But I don't want to see you work so hard." He Ziyan's eyes are full of heartache. Song Yan was originally a daughter, but after the accident of the Song family, she lost her aura and became an ordinary working person.

Song Yan said, "don't you dare to put down your work?"

"No." He Ziyan truthfully replied that he had only recently started to take over the company's affairs, and he had to deal with a lot of things himself. He was busy and crazy.

"That's right." Song Yan picked up her chopsticks and continued to eat. "Have a meal."

"OK." He Ziyan mixed dishes for song Yan before eating by herself.

After a lunch, he Ziyan and song Yan walked out of the Chinese restaurant side by side after paying the bill. Feng Nana saw the picture of the two together, and she secretly photographed it with her mobile phone. She guessed that the man walking with song Yan now was song Yan's backer.

She must try her best to find out what the background of the man is.

"Xiaorou, are you divorced from an Shaochuan...?"?

He didn't say the last few words, but just recited them silently in his heart, but he knew song Yan would understand him.

"I have nothing to do with him." Song Yan replied faintly.

Hearing the speech, he Ziyan stopped at once and looked at her with some doubt and uncertainty. He always thought song Yangang's words were just his illusion.

"What did you just say?"

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"I said I have nothing to do with an Shaochuan. Don't mention him in front of me in the future, or I'll break up with you!" Song Yan threatened him fiercely. What she was disgusted with now was hearing the names of an's family, especially an Shaochuan.

Every time she thinks about the picture of him and MoSi, she feels disgusted. It's almost that the overnight meal was not disgusted to vomit out.

"That's great." He Ziyan's expression suddenly became pleasantly surprised. Song Yan has nothing to do with an Shaochuan now, so he can pursue her carefree?

Yes, he can pursue her openly.

Finally let her wait for such a day.

The next day, song Yan just walked into the magazine, and then someone sent a bunch of bright red roses, "who is song Yan, Miss Song?"

"I am." Song Yan looked at the man holding a big bunch of flowers coming to her with some doubts.

"This is your flower. Please sign for it."

Almost everyone in the magazine looked at Song Yan with gossip eyes.

Despite her doubts, song Yan signed for the bouquet of flowers, took out the card sandwiched in the flowers and opened it. It only said: "in the future, I will always be with you."

Without any signature, song Yan didn't know who gave it to her for a moment.

But the first thing in her mind was the flowers sent by Li Qingyu.

When she left work in the afternoon, she returned to the apartment of Guiyuan Xiaozhu with such a large bunch of fiery red roses. At this time, Li Qingyu also took Li Qingxuan back to the apartment.

When Li Qingxuan saw Song Yan holding a big bunch of flowers, he asked, "is it the flowers that Papa gave you?

Song Yan nodded at him with a smile on her face, and she was very determined, "yes, your father gave it to me. Is it beautiful?"

"Beautiful." The steamed stuffed bun replied very cooperatively.

When song Yan looked at Li Qingyu, her eyes looked particularly gentle. "Thank you for the flowers. Although red roses are not my favorite, I'm still very happy to receive such beautiful flowers."

Li Qingyu: "

When did he send her flowers.

Does song Yan have other suitors?

The grandson who has eaten the courage of a leopard dares to think of his woman. He's tired of living!

He looked at her as if nothing had happened, with a faint smile on his mouth, "what's your favorite flower?"

"Perfume lily." Song Yan took the flowers to the short table in the hall and put them down. She was going to find a bottle to insert the flowers later. "You're hungry. I'll cook noodles now."

“Yeah！” The steamed stuffed bun cheered happily, "I like boiled noodles best. I'll have two bowls later."

Hearing the speech, Li Qingyu looked at him contemptuously, "if you eat so much more, you will become a little fat pig."

The steamed stuffed bun stared at him angrily, and then complained to song Yan wrongly, "Ma Ma, my father scolded me as a little fat pig. Am I really too fat?"

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