Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Qiao Zhichu pursed her lips and smiled, found a comfortable position to lean against, and yawned: "I'm tired, I'll take a nap first, call me when you get there."

Song Weiyi paused holding the cigarette.

Liang Hui looked over in the rearview mirror in surprise.

Qiao Zhichu, who had said such shocking words, had already closed her eyes.

The first time she came up foolishly, she toasted him, sat on his lap, and even tried to get him drunk, but she was pushed away.

Now she understood that to deal with a rich man like Song Weiyi who never lacked women throwing themselves at him, she had to use some tricks.

tease.

Best, just flirt and run.

As an outstanding representative of young people in the enterprise, Song Weiyi went to the city for a meeting, and Qiao Zhichu was arranged to stay in the lounge.

She didn't ask when he would finish or what he wanted her to do.

"Assistant Liang, do you have any fruit?"

"Assistant Liang, I'm hungry."

"Assistant Liang, can you buy me a cup of milk tea?"

"Assistant Liang, Assistant Liang!"

After eating and drinking, Qiao Zhichu walked to the window and stretched: "The sun is about to set. Assistant Liang, you..."

"Miss Qiao," Liang Hui couldn't help asking, "what else would you like to eat?"

She burst out laughing: "I want to ask you, when will your boss be open now?"

"It has ended."

"what?"

"But the mayor asked Mr. Song to stay in his office to discuss something." Liang Hui said, "If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a social event in the evening."

Qiao Zhichu rolled her eyes: "Will he still take me with him?"

"Miss Qiao, I don't know."

No one knows what Song Weiyi is thinking.

In Liang Hui's eyes, Qiao Zhichu is a dangerous time bomb with an unknown identity and a perverse personality. She must be well prepared.

Prevent it if you can.

How could Song Weiyi not understand such a simple truth?

As the footsteps approached, Qiao Zhichu turned around and met Song Weiyi's eyes.

Looking at the mess on the coffee table, he raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. Song," Liang Hui said, "Tonight you..."

Song Weiyi raised his hand to interrupt him; "You can get off work now."

"what?"

"I told you to get off work." Qiao Zhichu's voice was clear, "Is there anyone in the world who wants to work overtime on their own initiative?"

Liang Hui lowered his head: "Yes, Mr. Song."

Song Weiyi walked to Qiao Zhichu's side and looked into the distance: "The scenery here is nice."

"How can it compare to the grandeur of Mr. Song's office?"

He asked quietly, "Do you want to go?"

Qiao Zhichu smiled and said, "If you take me there, then let's go."

Song Weiyi said nothing, took out a cigarette and put it to his lips, then touched his pocket, but found no light.

With a "pop" sound, the flame jumped, and Qiao Zhichu had already lit the lighter and handed it to him.

He glanced at her, lowered his head, and brought the cigarette butt to the flame. Bluish-white smoke rose and the smell of smoke spread silently.

Qiao Zhichu hates the smell of cigarettes and feels uncomfortable when she smells it, but in the circle of powerful and upper-class people, men who don't smoke are rare.

Song Weiyi turned to face her and exhaled smoke: "Do you know why I kept you here?"

She just looked at him and smiled.

"Women are indispensable at dinner parties," he said, "and you can drink."

"Mr. Song...are you asking me to accompany you for drinks?"

"You don't have to go."

Qiao Zhichu blinked: "But, aren't you afraid that I will mess up this situation?"

"You don't have the guts," Song Weiyi said, "They are all powerful people, you can't afford to offend any of them."

The cigarette is burning slowly.

Qiao Zhichu knew that every conversation with Song Weiyi was a silent war.