After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

"Weird..."

Qin Sang muttered to herself while browsing the code quickly.

She did find the address where the hackers last received the files, but it strikes her as absurd.

Reluctantly checked it several times again, but the result was still the same.

Qin Sang dropped the mouse, stared coldly at the computer screen while holding her arms.

Song's corporate headquarters building.

Song Qian, did you really not let the Qin family go?

Qin Sang bit her lip, hesitated for a while, picked up the mouse again, and began to search for Song's information.

It seems that not only she has not been idle these years, but Song Qian has not been idle, but in three years, Song has become a leading enterprise in Beijing.

As the youngest successful entrepreneur in Beijing, Song Qian has a lot of news, but they are all official reports and have no reference value.

Qin Sang slid the mouse, and suddenly a title attracted her.

"The president of the upstart Song Group, who is single, brought his beautiful assistant to the group's celebration banquet, and behaved intimately and tacitly."

Qin Sang complained silently about the headline party, but still went in very honestly.

As soon as the web page was opened, there was a huge accompanying picture. Song Qian was talking to the person beside him with a glass of wine in his hand, and the person beside him was probably the beautiful deputy himself.

Qin Sang glanced at the text under the picture, probably referring to how well the two people match each other to guess the relationship between the two.

"Tan Zhuo..."

The moment Qin Sang pronounced the name, Qin Sang suddenly felt as if he had heard it somewhere.

By the way, the person Qin Yang mentioned at night who participated in the project bidding together seems to be called this name.

Qin Sang enlarged the picture, and the picture showed Tan Zhuo's side face, with a smile on her lips, and Song Qian was talking in her ear.

For some reason, Qin Sang instinctively felt that this photo made her uncomfortable, so she closed this page and began to search for information about Tan Zhuo.

After searching for a long time, I didn't expect that Tan Zhuo's profession is also design. He is studying in a top design school in the United States, and he will graduate with a Ph.D. this year.

The family is well-off, his father is a businessman, and his mother is a very famous painter in the 80s and [-]s. She is now the vice president of the Beijing Art Association.

Qin Sang knew that the school that Tan Zhuo attended belonged to the aristocratic school that required strength and financial resources to enroll.

Qin Sang also searched Miss Tan's social software by the way, and saw her portfolio.

It can be seen that Tan Zhuo has spent time studying, and his skills are very good, and he is already at the level of an independent designer.

But in Qin Sang's eyes, her things were too regular and without spirituality.

Qin Yang also showed her the work of Tan Zhuo's bidding, which is already perfect as a commercial building, but rational use of resources is not the highest level of a designer.

In Qin Sang's eyes, whether it is installation art or architectural art, it is ultimately communicating with people.

Everyone can get the feeling they want in this building, which is the meaning of architecture.

Sam asked Qin Sang why she likes to make sculptures. She thinks that sculptures are frozen time and emotions.

The texture of the sculpture is cold and unchanging, but time is passing by, and every spectator's emotions and thoughts about the sculpture are also frozen in time.

Qin Sang likes this indescribable sense of conflict.

Hawking once said that he believed that the most touching thing in this world is the distant similarity.

Maybe the emotion Qin Sang felt in his heart when making this sculpture will be felt by someone far away at a certain point in the long river of time.

This made Qin Sang feel very romantic.

Recalling their expression and strange attitude when they mentioned Tan Zhuo just now, Qin Sang guessed that it had something to do with Song Qian.

But what is the relationship between Song Qian and Tan Zhuo, she no longer cares, Song Qian has his own life, which is very good.

Whether it is Yangguan Road or the single-plank bridge, you always have to walk across it.

But if Song Qian wanted to move the Qin family, Qin Sang would definitely not sit idly by.

Just as Qin Sang was thinking, the doorbell at the door was suddenly rang indiscriminately.

Qin Sang was taken aback, and glanced at the clock next to the computer, which showed that it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

It's so late, who would suddenly ring the doorbell like this?And no one knows where he lives now except his family and Sam.

Qin Sang sat quietly, not intending to open the door, but the doorbell still rang persistently, as if I would keep ringing if you didn't open the door.

In order to avoid complaints from the neighbors that she was disturbing the people, Qin Sang decided to take a look.

The villa has its own small courtyard, every family has it, some grow flowers, some can set up tables and chairs, Qin Sang built a small tent by himself, wrapped some light strips, and set up a swing under the tree, digging There is a small pool.

Since this person can ring the doorbell of her house, he must have entered the yard.

So Qin Sang turned on the surveillance screen, and saw a woman lying at the door of her house, who looked like she was drunk, desperately ringing the doorbell.

Sighing, Qin Sang got up and went to the door, hesitantly buckled the chain of the safety catch, and only opened the door a crack.

"Open the door, I like this room, I want to go in!"

The woman outside seemed to feel that the door was open, and wanted to squeeze in, and the safety latch was tightened all of a sudden.

Qin Sang could only smell the strong smell of alcohol, and frowned.

"Miss, are you drunk? This is my home."

Qin Sang leaned against the door and said loudly.

"I want to go in, you give me this house, I have money, I have a lot of money, I will buy it."

The woman was obviously very drunk and her speech was slurred.

"Miss, do you want to ask your friend to pick you up? It's already midnight. If you disturb the people like this again, I will call the police."

Qin Sang yelled towards the door impatiently, the woman outside looked like she should be a rich man, and she didn't know why she got drunk and went to other people's house in the middle of the night to drink wildly.

"You call the police, you call the police to arrest me! You also threaten me...you wait for me, vomit..."

Hearing this movement, Qin Sang was taken aback for a moment, then frantically closed the door, removed the safety brush, and opened the door again.

I saw the woman was throwing up crazily while holding the umbrella bucket Qin Sang put at the door.

At this time, a bunch of car lights outside the yard came on, a Maserati braked suddenly and stopped at the gate of the yard, and a man hurriedly ran out of the car.

"Lisa, why did you run into someone's yard! Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my friend drank too much, I'm really sorry..."

Seeing Qin Sang standing at the door with a displeased face, the man quickly apologized to Qin Sang.

"I'm sorry, this, how much is this bucket, I will compensate you."

The young man apologized to Qin Sang with a smile while trying to pull the girl who was squatting on the ground up.

"No, take her away quickly."

Qin Sang said with a cold face, the man smiled wryly while helping the girl up, and was about to go to the car.

"and many more!"

Qin Sang yelled, the man turned his head to look at Qin Sang, Qin Sang picked up the umbrella bucket next to him in disgust, stepped forward and stuffed it into the man's hand.

"Take this with me."