After being bound by the cute new system, I took the whole place flying

[Uh...that's not necessary, we really have to be more reserved. ]

'So, from now on, you should stop dictating my affairs. I will take the initiative when it's time to take the initiative without you reminding me. '

Xiaoqi nodded repeatedly, and he had already reached this point. He told it directly that he had to follow the host's words now, otherwise he might end up very miserable.

"Don't worry, I have a hunch that a turnaround will come soon."

After all, I have been ignoring him all day. No, he is anxious to find a relationship with his parents and find a breakthrough. It is estimated that he will not be able to hold on for long.

Why don't she give him some more ingredients...

Si Qing curled his lips and smiled, took out his mobile phone, and posted a request for leave from broadcasting for three days on Weibo. He sent it on Weibo, and then lay on the bed to meet Duke Zhou.

Si Qing felt relaxed and at ease here, but Song Zhimo, who had just seen the leave request message, was distressed.

I originally thought that I would confess my identity to Si Qing during the live broadcast tonight, and then seek her forgiveness in the live broadcast room.

After all, all of his current cell phone numbers have been blocked by Si Qing, and he has no other way to contact him.

Unexpectedly, Si Qing took three days of leave and stopped broadcasting for three days in a row. Could it be that something happened?

Is it because I made her sad, and she still hasn't recovered yet?

How can this be good?

"General, CEO, today's work is over and it's past the time to get off work. Do you think we should get off work now?"

As Song Zhimo's general assistant, he was absolutely not allowed to get off work until his boss got off work. Even if every last person in the company was gone and only he and his boss were left, he couldn't say no.

However, it was too late today. His girlfriend had already called him three times, saying that if he didn't rush home, he might really have to live a monk's life again.

He just talked about his girlfriend who was only two months old and he still couldn't bear to be separated from her.

"Tell me, will Yaoyao forgive me this time? She won't even broadcast live now. She must be sad..."

Song Zhimo let himself go and stared directly at the Weibo post Si Qing had just sent on the screen. The corners of his lips were almost pressed into a straight line, and his whole body was in a state of tension.

After Secretary Lin heard this, he couldn't help but hesitate when he thought about the circle of friends he saw at noon today.

"Um, CEO, I saw Mr. Zhao's post on Moments today. He said that he saw Miss Xing shopping in the mall. He said that he saw Miss Xing spending money lavishly with credit cards. She was very handsome. I think, Miss Xing is now I should be in a pretty good mood."

Hearing Secretary Li say this, Song Zhimo frowned, then opened his WeChat and found the circle of friends that Secretary Li mentioned.

Sure enough, when he saw the photo of Si Qing handing over his black card in the mall, he suddenly felt uncomfortable again.

"President, can you get off work now..."

Although he knew that the current atmosphere was not suitable for saying this, it was indeed very late. With the idea of ​​not wanting to live a monk's life, Secretary Li mustered up the courage to say to Song Zhimo.

"You go back first."

Secretary Li breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, then said goodbye to Song Zhimo, walked to the door of the office, turned back, looked at Song Zhimo's dejected look, and finally said with some worry:

"President, I think I still want to remind you that if you really like Miss Xing, why not go see her now and make it clear in person, which is more sincere than doing anything else."

After saying that, he opened the door of the office and walked out.

Song Zhimo stayed where he was, secretly pondering what Secretary Li had just said. He didn't know that speaking clearly in person was the best way to communicate, but he didn't dare.

He was afraid to see Xingyao look so sad towards him, and even more afraid to see Xingyao look cold and indifferent to him.

I'm afraid that I'm so depressed now, it's all my own show, and others don't care at all...

But that's it, people just don't care. In the final analysis, this is just my own play.

Picking up the car keys on the table, Song Zhimo walked out of the company, drove home, pulled open the tie around his neck, threw it aside, picked up the red wine bottle placed aside, and drank it directly to his mouth.

Sitting dejectedly on the sofa nearby, Song Zhimo couldn't help but sneered.

"Song Zhimo, Song Zhimo, you too have today."

After an unknown amount of time, the bottle of red wine on the table had reached its bottom, and the glass bottle looked extremely bright under the moonlight. Song Zhimo got up and stumbled out of the house.

He had just bought this residence recently. Ever since he saw Si Qing's live broadcast online and fell in love with Si Qing at first sight, Song Zhimo had someone pull up Si Qing's information.

After seeing her home address, I bought this villa nearby.

Originally, it was to get closer to her so that we could have a chance encounter or something in the future, so that we could get closer to her first.

It's more convenient for him now.

Song Zhimo stumbled towards Si Qing's residence relying on the memory in his mind.

It was already late at night, and the surrounding rooms were all dark. There was still one light on the second floor full of stars, as if it was an instruction given to myself in the night sky, guiding me to go there.

Seeing Lord Tiandao accurately finding the direction, Xiao Qi successfully retreated and exited the control cable.

Fortunately, I rested late today, so after the host fell asleep, I still kept an eye out and checked the situation of Lord Tiandao. Sure enough, I saw that he was walking towards the host, so I kindly controlled and left a light for him. .

Xiao Qi took one last glance at Si Qing, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and smiled slightly, "Host, this gift is for you. I hope you won't be angry with Xiao Qi when you wake up tomorrow."

Song Zhimo climbed directly to the window sill on the second floor. The balcony was unlocked and the man walked in easily. The lights in the room were bright and Song Zhimo stared directly at Si Qing who was lying on the bed.

He took two steps forward, fell to the ground, gently placed his chin on the head of the bed, and stared at Si Qing's sleeping face without blinking.

The scene in front of me was so beautiful. My heartbeat, which had been turbulent all day, seemed to have a home, and now it finally calmed down.

"Yaoya..."

Song Zhimo couldn't help calling the girl's name softly, and reached out his hand to touch the girl's side.

The moment Song Zhimo opened the balcony door and came in, Si Qing had already woken up. Year-round habits made her very alert. Feeling the man's touch on her cheek, Si Qing said in her heart that she was not touched was a lie. of.