Mr. President, block me [Entertainment]

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"Look, what can happen?"

Zhu Zhu smiled and said, "I feel like you are a little worried today. Although Mr. Song is going to meet her younger brother, I think Song Zhifang is not that courageous enough to do anything to his own sister."

Gu Mengmeng, who wouldn't let down her guard easily, responded to her, but let her ask Tang Yun where they met.

She repeated the address, hugged the goose, as if she was talking to herself: "You must protect her well, if the situation changes, fly home and call me immediately, please."

"Mengmeng, what did you say?"

Zhu Zhu didn't hear her words clearly, only saw that she seemed to open the car window, and at the same time as she stretched her hands out, there was the sound of wings flapping.

She looked in the rearview mirror suspiciously. The girl had already closed the window, put her hands on her knees obediently, and smiled at her.

Nothing has changed.

Just ...

The doll goose in the back seat seems to be missing.

Zhu Zhu shook her head, trying not to think too much, the car turned around at the intersection ahead and drove towards the place Ouyang Xue said.

Please please.

Xiao Shui is safe and sound.

Gu Mengmeng, who never believed in ghosts and gods, closed her eyes and prayed for her.

After Tang Yun sent the voice to Zhu Zhu, he specially joked in front of Song Zhishui: "Just now when Zhu Zhu asked me where you were, I guarantee that the person who can ask such a conscientious sentence is definitely not Zhu Zhu! She is heartless Yes, it must be asking for Mengmeng."

Song Zhishui raised the corners of her lips, thinking of Gu Mengmeng, she always had a sincere smile on her face, "I've written this down, and when I see Zhu Zhu, I'm going to tell her this."

"Mr. Song, you are so boring, shouldn't you send a WeChat message with Mengmeng to let her know that you are fine?"

Song Zhishui really thought about keeping in touch with Mengmeng at all times.

But what frequency should this "anytime" represent? She was worried that even if she reported Mengmeng's safety every hour, the next one would come on time. If she didn't reply in time for some reason, it would aggravate Mengmeng's anxiety.

in fact……

Nothing will happen today.

So why be so nervous?

So, Song Zhishui said to Tang Yun: "The time is almost up, let's go downstairs now."

Tang Yun: "Is there really no need to bring two more bodyguards? I found three, so it's a bit of a loss to bring one."

"It's really dangerous, and three people may not be able to protect them."

Song Zhishui entered the elevator with her, "I have more experience than you in the matter of encountering danger, so I have the final say."

Seeing that she could still make jokes, Tang Yun didn't insist on adding more staff.

The two talked and laughed to the first floor, talked at the door, and waited for the driver to drive over.

During this period of time, the sky was overcast, and there was a shower of rain just now, but the rain has only lightened up to now, and there are still fluffy rain particles floating in the air.

The driver drove the car over, and the bodyguard sitting inside got out of the car to hold an umbrella, opened the door, and signaled Song Zhishui and Tang Yun to sit in.

Just then, a black Maybach appeared in their field of vision.

The car stopped unhurriedly, and after seeing who was coming, Tang Yun raised his eyebrows, Song Zhishui still had the same indifferent expression as before.

"Mr. Huo..."

Seeing that his head and shoulders were covered with rainwater, Tang Yun opened his umbrella and walked towards him thoughtfully, "Why are you here?"

Huo Wen was taken aback, and looked at her suspiciously: "Isn't Miss Song and I making an appointment at this time..."

"what……"

Tang Yun thought of something, and said to Song Zhishui: "Mr. Song, when you asked me to inform Mr. Huo not to go to the appointment, I didn't get through to his assistant, so I had to send a message. I didn't expect..."

Song Zhishui walked down the steps at the door, and the bodyguard held an umbrella for her.

She walked over and said to Huo Wen: "I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, what a coincidence, when you invited me today, my brother also invited me to dinner at the same time, and I happened to have something to talk to him, so I just Ask the secretary to tell your assistant, I didn't expect..."

"It's my negligence." Tang Yun self-reflected, "I should call your assistant anyway."

A few strands of wet hair hung down on Huo Wen's forehead, which made his heroic appearance even more apparent. He smiled casually, "No, it's my assistant's dereliction of duty. If that's the case, then I'll go back first."

Song Zhishui looked at him with an apologetic smile on his face, "Mr. Huo, I told you to come here for nothing, and I will spare time to have dinner with you next time no matter what."

"My pleasure." He returned her gentlemanly.

However, when he walked back to the car and was about to open the door, he stopped and walked back hesitantly.

"What happened to Mr. Huo?"

"Miss Song..."

Huo Wen remembered how Song Zhifang yelled at the meeting in the morning and slammed the door away, frowning deeply, "I'm worried you'll just pass by like this, brother...won't you do anything to you? You've always been in danger before, I ..."

"I'm not at ease." He said with downcast eyes.

Tang Yun was very surprised. He didn't expect Huo Wen to show his concern for his president in front of everyone, and it seemed that he still had a little bit of admiration.

As soon as she thought about it, she figured it out: If Huo Wen didn't like Song Zhishui, how could he save her company in times of crisis? It's a pity that the fact of fate is interesting, and Mr. Song is already cute.

Song Zhishui nodded, "What does Mr. Huo mean?"

"Can I take you there?"

Huo Wen glanced at the people around her, "Take Secretary Tang and bodyguards, and I'll leave after making sure you're okay."

After finishing speaking with a wry smile, "...Although you already have a sweetheart, Ms. Song, I still have a chance before you get married, right?"

After pondering for a moment, Song Zhishui agreed to him: "Okay, then I will trouble you to be the driver."

"no problem."

Tang Yun and the bodyguard sat in the back row, and Song Zhishui sat in the passenger seat.

Huo Wen thoughtfully fastened Song Zhishui's seat belt, and whispered something in her ear.

Song Zhishui smiled at him after listening.

...It looks quite seductive, after all, the men are handsome and the women are beautiful.

Tang Yun sighed a little in his heart, and then strengthened his will: No matter what the others are, Mengmeng is the best.

On the way, the four of them got along well.

Huo Wen was very talkative. He had been chatting with Song Zhishui about things in the South China Sea and North China on the way. Tang Yun interrupted occasionally, and even the bodyguard who had just arrived was able to express his own opinions when he talked about something interesting.

Until the car reached an intersection, while waiting for the red light, Song Zhishui suddenly turned around and said to the two, "Tang Yun, you and Xiao Liu go down first."

Tang Yun was surprised: "Ah? What's wrong?"

"fine."

Song Zhishui said with a smile: "Mr. Huo and I want to talk about some personal matters, don't worry, that kid Song Zhifang dare not do anything with him around."

That's what I said.

In fact, Tang Yun really wanted to stay, but after the president got angry, she and the bodyguard had to be kicked out of the car in despair.

"I will deliver her safely."

Huo Wen earnestly assured them.

Song Zhishui also smiled and waved at them.

When the green light came on, Huo Wen continued to drive forward, and the figures of the two people behind him quickly shrank into small black dots, and then disappeared.

He glanced at the person next to her, who was sitting motionless in the chair.

"You can really bear it." He said.

The voice was always clear and pleasant, but the tone that came out of his throat at this moment was full of ridicule and chilling coldness.

"Ordinary people, when they heard me say to him, 'Your incompetent sister is in my hands', their faces should have changed long ago. I didn't expect Miss Song to be able to laugh out loud. I admire you."