First Love and Marriage: Bidong Double-Faced Male God

"Can I invite Miss Su out for dinner again tonight?" Han Mu asked quickly when he saw that Song Qianyan was about to leave.

Song Qianyan hesitated for a moment, "It's better not to, I have disturbed Mr. Han very much today, I think it would be better for us to meet again in a few days."

Han Mushi nodded and had no choice but to let Song Qianyan leave.

Song Qianyan didn't notice that a pair of fiery eyes were staring at her, until her back left, still unfinished.

Back in the office, Ou Jinchuan stared at the laptop with a cold and stiff expression, without saying a word.

Song Qianyan didn't dare to disturb him, but Wen Yifan, who was at the side, smiled at her, which made her feel relieved a lot.

When she got off work, the female secretary walked in with a bouquet of fresh roses, but instead of putting them on the president's desk, she walked up to Song Qianyan and handed the flowers to her.

"Mine?" Song Qianyan asked in disbelief.

The secretary covered her mouth and snickered, "I'm so envious of you. Someone actually gave you flowers. Look at how beautiful these flowers are. There are thirty or forty flowers!"

"Who sent it?" The flowers are indeed beautiful, exuding a fresh and attractive fragrance.

Song Qianyan took out the card from the flower, and saw that it said - To the most beautiful lady.

Song Qianyan's first thought was Han Mushi.However, what is his purpose in sending this?
"He said you are the most beautiful, so beauty is in the eye of the beholder." The secretary said with a smirk again, her envy was beyond words.

"Don't talk nonsense, where did I get my lover!" Song Qianyan pouted.

"Stop pretending..."

All this was heard clearly by Ou Jinchuan who was about to leave, a sour taste hit his chest, as if five bottles of vinegar had been knocked over.

He couldn't help but sternly interrupted the two women's words: "From now on, don't bring these things that have nothing to do with work to the office. Do you think my place is a place for romance?"

After hearing this, the female secretary hurried out of the office as if fleeing.

Song Qianyan also blushed, holding flowers in her arms, wondering if they should be placed here or taken home?

Ou Jinchuan said sarcastically again: "You have only been here for a few days, and you have attracted others to pursue you? You are really capable. I think you should resign your position as a private doctor, lest others want to marry you." When you enter the house, it is not the right door."

Song Qianyan only felt that he had been greatly humiliated, and retorted: "I didn't agree to others sending me flowers, even if they pursued me. As for whether I will do this job or not, it's none of other people's business."

Ou Jinchuan snorted coldly: "What does it matter to me if others pursue you? What does it matter to me whether you agree or not? I just want you to recognize your position. You work here. I don't want you to be overwhelmed by your messy relationship. , affecting the work. If everyone in the company works like you and falls in love at the same time, do you think it will affect the progress of the work? Will it affect the company's performance!"

Song Qianyan took a deep breath and swallowed back the words of grievance in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll tell the secretary to tell her not to accept flowers from these messy people starting tomorrow." With that, Song Qianyan walked out of the office.

Wen Yifan at the side couldn't help laughing, and whispered in Ou Jinchuan's ear: "Eldest young master, do you want me to prepare such a bouquet of flowers tomorrow, write your name on it, and give it to Miss Su?"

Having been guessed by Wen Yifan, Ou Jinchuan gave Wen Yifan a hard look: "Do you think I'm interested in that woman? It's absolutely impossible, I just want to maintain the order of everyone's work!"

"Yes, yes, I misunderstood you, young master." Wen Yifan hastily apologized, but the corner of his mouth was still filled with an unstoppable smile.

Following Ou Jinchuan back to Ou's house, Song Qianyan was ready to go home after he had eaten and had an hour of rehabilitation for him.

While doing a massage for Ou Jinchuan, the phone rang, and Song Qianyan saw it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Miss Su, can you still hear my voice?"

Song Qianyan was a little surprised: "You actually know my mobile phone number? Who told you?"

"I've said it before, since I'm a big CEO, what things can't be made clear, and what things can't be obtained?" Han Mushi was extremely confident.

Song Qianyan laughed with a "puchi" and said, "It seems that I still underestimated your ability."

Ou Jinchuan on the side can naturally hear that this is Han Mushi without a doubt.

All of a sudden, his chest was full of mixed emotions, unexpectedly, the flower delivery incident in the office came to an end, and this pestering guy unexpectedly came here again.

"Song Qianyan!" Ou Jinchuan stopped drinking.

Hearing Ou Jinchuan's angry shout, Song Qianyan knew that he had made him angry again, and quickly said to Han Mushi, "I'm sorry, I'm at work, can we talk another day?"

"Why, are you still working so late? How much money does Ou Jinchuan give you, to torment you like this? In a nutshell, why don't you come to my place? You can work as long as you want, and I'll give you double the salary!" Han Mushi believed that no one could resist such a temptation.

However, Song Qianyan broke his self-confidence: "I'm sorry Mu Shi, forgive me for rejecting your kindness, I like my job very much... well, let's talk about it another day, goodbye!"

Song Qianyan hung up the phone, and saw Ou Jinchuan beside him with a livid face, glaring at him.

Ou Jinchuan suddenly curled up the corner of his mouth, and sneered again and again: "The call of 'Twilight' and 'Twilight' has been called so soon, it seems that the progress is quite fast."

Song Qianyan's face turned red, and he wanted to explain something, but Ou Jinchuan waved his hand, "It's so late, I think I don't have to torture you, lest you use this to win other people's sympathy, you go away."

Tears poured into Song Qianyan's eyes. Song Qianyan gritted his teeth, squatted down, and continued to massage Ou Jinchuan's legs.

"I told you to go, did you hear?" Ou Jinchuan roared like a lion about to eat people.

"I haven't finished the rehabilitation for you, I can't leave." Song Qianyan said stubbornly.

"Are you deaf, aren't you? I'll tell you to get out, get out!" Ou Jinchuan was about to hit someone.

Although Song Qianyan was afraid, he still stubbornly stayed where he was.

Ou Jinchuan rang the siren, and the housekeeper quickly ran over.

"Young master, what's the matter?" the butler asked respectfully.

Ou Jinchuan pointed to Song Qianyan who was squatting with his head buried, and said mercilessly, "Get this woman out of here, and don't let her come at night from now on. I don't want people to misunderstand that I am a demon who only tortures people."

Song Qianyan finally stood up, with tears running down her cheeks, "Wouldn't it be better if I turned off the phone when I work for you in the future? Why are you so stingy."

"I'm stingy?" Ou Jinchuan couldn't laugh or cry, "Do you think I care who you call? I just don't want to see you anymore. Seeing you in the daytime makes me sick enough. Don't tell me you won't Let me be comfortable for a while? Or do you have some other purpose, trying to cling to me all day and all night, so that I will fall in love with you for a long time?"

Since tears could not win Ou Jinchuan's sympathy, Song Qianyan completely broke down. She picked up the medical equipment and ran out while wiping away her tears.

She didn't know how long such sad days would last!

The housekeeper couldn't help but sympathize with Song Qianyan: "Master, I don't think Miss Su is the kind of person you said..."

"Hmph, have you all been deceived by her? Her acting skills are getting better and better."

Even though he said this, Ou Jinchuan's heart was overwhelmed, as if two voices were confronting each other.

On the one hand, he said that his words were a bit harsh, but on the other hand, he tried his best to refute that the harm she did to him in the past is now getting worse, and he will never allow anyone to hurt him again.

But what he had to admit was that today, she did break his heart again.

Song Qianyan returned home, rushed straight to her room, lay down on the bed and cried bitterly.

Aunt Wu hurried over when she heard the voice, and was shocked when she saw the heartbroken Song Qianyan.

"Qianyan, what's wrong with you, who made you sad?" Aunt Wu went over and patted her gently.

Song Qianyan only felt like crying bitterly, and felt a lot more relaxed.

She wiped away her tears, sat up, shook her head, and said with a smile: "Aunt Wu, I just feel a little stressed recently, and I just want to cry to soothe and relax. I'm fine."

Aunt Wu was still worried: "Qianyan, I see that you work day and night, and you don't even have a vacation, so you really should take a break. I think you might as well ask for a few vacations. I don't think the Ou family will Don't you agree?"

Although Song Qianyan really wanted to rest for a day or two, meet friends, go shopping, and do things that girls want to do, but when she thought of Ou Jinchuan's legs, she couldn't make up her mind.

"No, I'm not tired from work. I just see that Brother Jin's legs are not getting better, so I'm just worried about him."

After hearing Song Qianyan's words, Aunt Wu stroked her hair and said with pity: "You are so kind by nature, but it's a pity that that person doesn't understand you."

"Aunt Wu, you are probably the only one who understands me. You understand myself better than I do." Song Qianyan couldn't help but looked at Aunt Wu gratefully, leaning on her shoulder, like a child leaning on its mother, getting the most warm rest.

The next day, no more flowers or other gifts were delivered to Song Qianyan's hands. When Song Qianyan went to work, he also turned off his mobile phone. The whole day was quiet and no one disturbed him.

In the evening, Song Qianyan insisted on accompanying Ou Jinchuan home, and returned to Ou's house together.

Ou Jinchuan said impatiently: "Do you have no self-esteem at all? Didn't I tell you that I won't let you follow me back? Why are you still following me like a follower!"

Song Qianyan bit her lip and said stubbornly: "I am your personal doctor, and I will be responsible to you to the end. If you insist on doing rehabilitation, your health may improve. , If you posted on the net for two days, if your recovery process is delayed, I will feel uneasy!"

Seeing what Song Qianyan said so resolutely and without hesitation, Ou Jinchuan's originally unsteady mind was also a little shaken.

Wen Yifan was on the side, intending to help Song Qianyan, "Yes, young master, I think you should follow Ms. Song's advice, if you do more rehabilitation, it will be very good for your health to improve."

"I don't care what she does, don't push me back!" Ou Jinchuan said impatiently, acquiescing to Song Qianyan's continued visits to Ou's house.