There was silence in the private room, and everyone didn't understand how Shen Yingdi, who had been so good just now, suddenly went crazy.

After a while, Xiao Ye asked weakly: "Is this ...... What's wrong? Wasn't it good at first? Did we say something wrong that made Emperor Shen angry? ”

But then he shook his head, "We didn't say anything!" ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, look at each other.

Qiao Lian's mobile phone rang, she answered, and Song Cheng's voice came from the other side, "Miss Qiao, can you please send Mr. Shen's mobile phone to the underground garage." ”

Qiao Lian turned her head and saw Shen Liangchuan's mobile phone on the dining table.

Hanging up the phone, she quietly picked up her phone and walked out on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

When she came to the underground garage, she saw a car flashing double-flashing, she trotted over, and the driver's window fell, revealing Song Cheng's face.

She hurriedly handed him her phone and looked through the window at the people in the back seat of the car.

His hands were still dripping blood, but he was still expressionless, looking through the glass window, looking out, with a hint of anger.

She asked, "Mr. Shen, your hand ......?"

"Drive."

A cold voice interrupted her inquiry.

Song Cheng made a goodbye gesture to Qiao Lian and started the car.

Qiao Lian stood there, watching the car move slowly, and she and Shen Liangchuan, separated by a glass window, slowly missed.

——

All afternoon, Qiao Lian was absent-minded.

Obviously he was writing a manuscript, but his bleeding hands always appeared in front of him.

I don't know, did Song Cheng take him to the hospital?

Qiao Lian couldn't help it, picked up her phone, and sent him a message, [Is your hand okay? 】

But this text message was like a stone in the sea, and there was no response.

She texted Song Cheng again, and Song Cheng's reply was fast: [It's been handled, it's okay. 】

Qiao Lian was relieved at this time, she took her mobile phone, thought about it and thought about it, and couldn't help but text again to ask: [Today, did he encounter something unhappy? 】

Song Cheng: [No, it stands to reason that everything is fine today. 】

It stands to reason that everything is fine, so why, all of a sudden, is he in such a bad mood?

I can't figure it out, Qiao Lian simply doesn't want to.

The editor-in-chief had already returned from a meeting, and the editor-in-chief was going to report to the headquarters, so the newspaper office was quite peaceful for a while.

The afternoon passed quickly, and after work, Qiao Lian took the bus to go home.

When passing by the park, he was stopped by Xia Yehua: "Little Qiao! ”

Qiao Lian realized that she seemed to have agreed to accompany Xia Yehua to dinner this morning.

But......

Song Cheng said that he had gone home, and she would love to go home and see it now.

After struggling for a while, he still spoke: "Auntie, I'm really sorry, I have something to do tonight, I want to go home first, and I'll have dinner with you tomorrow, okay?" ”

Xia Yehua was a little disappointed, but he still spoke, "That's okay, don't forget it tomorrow night!" ”

Qiao Lian nodded, took a step, walked through the garden, and walked towards the villa.

After she left, Xia Yehua called home, "Alas, my little friend won't go to dinner with me, has that son of a scumbag come back?" ”

Steward Li spoke: "Madam, I just called the 8th, and they said that Mr. is in the villa, and his hand is injured!" ”

"What?" Xia Yehua was anxious all of a sudden, "I'll go over and take a look!" ”

After hanging up the phone, she hurried to Villa 8.