Dyed

Ming Zheng stepped forward, stretched out his hand to embrace her vigorously, felt her trembling shoulders, and his arms tightened even more.

Luo Wenying still wanted to break away, but Mingzheng hugged her almost with all his strength, "How can I not?"

Her chest tightened, filled with unspeakable pain, Mingzheng took her to the sofa, turned around and went to the bathroom to get a towel to wrap her in, Luo Wenying felt cold, Mingzheng made her a hot cup water.

He didn't dare to ask about today's affairs again, but he naturally knew that he had something to do with Song Jinzhuo.

Luo Wenying's nose turned red because of the excitement just now, Ming Zheng sat beside her, the room was so quiet that one could hear the movement of fingers caressing the rim of the cup.

Song Jinzhuo drove very fast, and the splashed water splashed several meters away, even the passers-by on the sidewalk were unavoidable, and before the scolding he aroused had time to reach his ears, the car had already driven far away.

Mingzheng sat beside Luo Wenying for a long time, Luo Wenying's voice was slightly hoarse, "Go back first."

"I'll sit here with you."

"No, I want to rest early."

Ming Zheng took one of her hands, put it on his knee, and put his forehead against the back of Luo Wenying's hand, "I won't force you." After saying these few words, he let go of his hand and stood up to go outside. Walk.

Luo Wenying heard the footsteps gradually disappearing in her ears, her nose couldn't help sore, she wiped her eyes with her fingers, feeling the wetness on her fingertips.

After Ming Zheng went out, he closed the door. The tall figure stood still at the door for a long time. He leaned against the door panel, and a slanted shadow was stretched very long, projecting directly to the front window.

Before going to bed, Luo Wenying received a call from her family, saying that Song Jinzhuo's aunt had come to say hello, and the Song family was very satisfied with her today, and urged her to hurry up and take Song Jinzhuo back.

Luo Wenying prevaricated, pulling the quilt over her head.

When she woke up the next day, her spirits were rare. Luo Wenying went downstairs after breakfast, and unexpectedly saw Song Jinzhuo's car in the parking lot. The man had just arrived, and got out of the car with a bag, "Wen Ying."

"Why did you come here?"

Song Jinzhuo handed her the things in his hand, "My mother asked me to bring them here, and I made them early in the morning."

Luo Wenying stretched out her hand to take it, "Then what a shame, it rained so much last night, uncle and aunt didn't stay on the mountain?"

"No," Song Jinzhuo leaned against the car window, returning to his usual lazy posture, "My mother said that we are not here, and there is nothing interesting on the mountain, so I simply asked the driver to drive back."

Luo Wenying nodded. Song Jinzhuo saw that she had put on light makeup and was in good spirits. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and he smiled teasingly, "You're alive again after sleeping? You were wronged like a little daughter-in-law last night. I'm also afraid that if you sue me at my parents, I won't be able to eat and walk away when I go back."

Luo Wenying felt a lot more relaxed in her heart, "How can it be, it was raining heavily last night, so I was anxious."

"Let me take you to the company. I just pass by when I get off work. Let's have dinner together."

"No need," Luo Wenying felt that this kind of relationship could not sink any further. At first, they just wanted to talk and give it a try. Unexpectedly, now both parents are trying to get in. "I can drive by myself."

Song Jinzhuo looked around and couldn't help laughing, "Where's your car?"

Luo Wenying was used to driving downstairs, and after Song Jinzhuo reminded her, she remembered that her car was still parked in Cunkun.

Song Jinzhuo had already opened the door of the passenger seat. Seeing this, Luo Wenying didn't need to evade any further excuses. She got into the car with her bag and fastened her seat belt by herself.

The car drove out, the weather outside was still gray, the sky was drizzling with drizzle, it was unremarkable at first glance, but it was so cool when it was in front of the eyes, Luo Wenying leaned against the car window and looked out, a blurry image of people At a certain stage given by time, they couldn't see each other's clear facial expressions anyway.

Song Jinzhuo looked at Luo Wenying beside him, "Are you not in a good mood?"

"It's okay," Luo Wenying replied lazily, "Recently, I'm a little tired of working, and I really want to take a break."

Song Jinzhuo drove the car towards the entrance of the community, "Then don't do it, work hard to get some wages, or go out and do it alone."

"It's not that simple." Luo Wenying moved her body against the back of the chair, "I'm more worried about doing it alone, I'm afraid I'll grow old before I get old."

Song Jinzhuo's uncontrollable smile came from his ear, and he rested his palm on the steering wheel, "However, there is one thing I want to remind you, you'd better not touch anything related to finances, it's the most sensitive right now." At that time, I checked a lot of companies a few days ago, and you also know that this is just a question of whether to check, once it is targeted, no company will be spared."

"Why are you so strict all of a sudden?" Luo Wenying was surprised. Although she has no right to ask about the debts of Qian Kun, but for such a big company, the money left behind through the fingers after accounting is just like what Song Jinzhuo said. A single stroke can cause Mingzheng a lot of trouble.

"Before every meeting, I will be tight, as long as you don't get involved." Song Jinzhuo didn't reveal anything more, and focused his eyes on the front.

Luo Wenying had a bad premonition in her heart. The car drove out of the gate of the property. Song Jinzhuo slammed on the brakes suddenly. The sudden impact brought Luo Wenying back to her senses. She looked out the window and saw reporters blocking car front.

Luo Wenying considers herself to be low-key, and in private she is not someone who can provoke the media circle. Song Jinzhuo looked forward with a silent gaze. He lowered the car window, revealing only a thin slit, "Are you okay?"

The reporter asked about the meeting in the drizzle. When Luo Wenying heard that it was related to Song Jinzhuo's business, she felt relieved, but still lowered her face.

"No comment. Besides, the secretary will arrange a press conference later. It's inconvenient for me to say more here. Sorry, it's private time now."

"Well, since you said it's private time, I'll call you another name. May I ask Mr. Song, I heard that you and Ms. Luo are in a relationship recently. Is there such a thing?"

"Since when did your newspaper become interested in these things?" Song Jinzhuo glanced at Luo Wenying who was sitting next to him, and then said with a smile, "We are dating, but it's hard to say what will happen in the future."

Luo Wenying raised her drooping head, and her eyes were just too blinded by the flashing light.

Song Jinzhuo understood what she meant. He patted Luo Wenying's hand on his knee, "I don't think there is any need to hide it. Rather than being chased and hiding, it's better to admit it generously."

The reporter got a clear answer, and there were photos to prove it, so he stopped embarrassing them. Song Jinzhuo drove out, looking away from the rearview mirror.

"I know what you're worried about, or are you afraid that everyone will know about our relationship?"