Drifting Towards You

After Yaoji got out of her arms, she cried out in dissatisfaction and jumped around her feet, seeing her eyes flushed.

Su Xiangwan grabbed the thoughts under his eyes and looked at Song Ziming and said bluntly: "Mr. Song, please give me the bank card number. I will charge you the cost of the banquet today."

Song Ziming smiled gently: "Uncle Su saved my grandfather's life. What we owe to you in the Song family is unclear. Miss Su doesn't have to be like me.

Su Xiangwan sneered: "My father is my father, and I am me. Did my father save Grandpa Song's life? The entire Song family belongs to our Su family?"

Song Ziming's gaze fell on her face, probing.

Su Xiangwan didn’t want to entangle with him anymore, and simply said: “Well, tomorrow I will ask someone to send the check to your company. Also, I don’t like such surprises. Please don’t interfere with my life. ."

When the words fell, Su Xiangwan planned to leave.

As for Yaoji, she has to go back and think about it, whether there is any way to bring Yaoji back.

But Song Ziming spoke again: "Miss Su seems to hate me?"

Song Ziming's voice was warm and no annoyance: "I just want to know the reason."

Su Xiangwan sneered: "Probably it is incompatible with Mr. Song. I feel annoying when I see you."

Song Ziming's face changed a little, probably because she never thought that she would actually say the word hate to him in such a straightforward manner.

As a descendant of the Song family, people have always acted on his face since childhood.

There has never been a woman who expresses extreme disgust towards him without hesitation.

Su Xiangwan didn't stay anymore, got up and left.

Song Ziming looked at her back and said quietly, "Miss Su seems to like this Corgi very much, I can give it to you."

Su Xiangwan's footsteps paused slightly, and the hands hanging on his side slightly clenched into fists, as if trying to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"What do you have?" Su Xiangwan turned and looked at Song Ziming.

She knew that Song Ziming would never be pure and kind.

Song Ziming had an elegant manner, and said warmly: "I just want to invite Miss Su to have a meal alone."

Su Xiangwan frowned and said nothing.

Eat with Song Ziming?

Oh, she really didn't want to sit at the same table with him in her life.

No, or it should be said that she didn't want to look at him again in her life.

But why destiny likes to joke so much sometimes, and it just lets Yaoji fall into his hands.

"Dog, Miss Su can take it home today. After I invite Miss Su to dinner, I can take Miss Su to transfer her ownership."

When the words fell, Song Ziming turned and left without waiting for Su Xiangwan's response.

Seeing him get out, Corgi looked very happy.

At the feet of Su Xiangwan, he leaped happily, with a flattering expression on his face.

Su Xiangwan chuckled with red eyes, knelt down and rubbed his head.

Song Ziming is still so precise about people's thoughts. He left Yaoji, how could she be willing to return it again.

Su Xiangwan wrinkled his brows and thought, or he could settle the bill.

But then, thinking of Song Ziming's words, he seemed to have registered Yaoji.

If so, once he repents, he can take Yaoji back.

Just as she was thinking about it, a frivolous voice sounded behind her: "Tsk, Miss Su is really good at playing with one hand."

Su Xiangwan turned around and looked around, Li Mubai stood in front of her carelessly, like a demon.

"I do not understand what you are saying."