NOVPUBChapter 133: 133, how about calling her wife?
Chapter 133: 133, how about calling her wife?
Bai Rubing shook her head, “Thank you, but I have something on tonight and can’t come.”
Then she glanced at Shi Annuo. The person she had talked to on the phone was a man. She had accepted his invitation right in front of Shi Annuo.
This woman, Song Qinghuan, seemed foolish and cute but she was a player, making these men chase after her.
Not only did Shi Annuo not get angry, he even cared for her.
Could their relationship be different from what everyone was thinking?
“Oh, then I’ll go alone,” Song Qinghuan said, turning to Shi Annuo, “Later, I’ll get off at the subway station with Rubing.”
Shi Annuo did not respond, his narrow eyes concealed an ambiguous emotion, and he glanced deeply at him.
Seeing his continued silence, Song Qinghuan did not try to encourage him to speak more, she just seemed somewhat helpless, “All right then.”
While they were talking, they arrived at the subway station.
Chen Tian pulled over and parked the car, and Song Qinghuan got out with Bai Rubing.
Compared to Bai Rubing’s reluctance to leave, Song Qinghuan was practically fleeing, trying to get as far away as possible. It was not until Yihuan’s Maybach had left that she heaved a sigh of relief.
After saying goodbye to Bai Rubing, Song Qinghuan stayed at the subway station to wait for Zhan Cheng.
He arrived incredibly quickly; it was a thirty-minute journey, but he got there in twenty minutes.
As Song Qinghuan was looking down at her phone, she suddenly heard Zhan Cheng’s voice, “Little Huanhuan, sorry to keep you waiting! I’m here now, give me a hug!”
Lifting her eyes, she saw a tall, upright man emerging from the pouring rain.
He was approaching with a warm smile on his face. He was dressed casually, his dark brown hair had grown past his ears, and his wavy ends added an exotic charm to his handsome features.
“Get lost!” Song Qinghuan said, disgusted, and waved away the man approaching her.
Immediately, she warned through clenched teeth, “Call me Little Huanhuan one more time and I’ll never talk to you again.”
Little Huanhuan, it sounded as if he was talking to a pet. It was simply humiliating. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Zhan Cheng chuckled, “How about calling you wife?”
Song Qinghuan glared at him, “Get lost!”
“How about we tumble together?” Zhan Cheng joked and then grabbed her hand, “Let’s go, the car is parked over there.”
Song Qinghuan yanked her hand away from his. Zhan Cheng didn’t insist, and opened his umbrella to escort her out.
The space under the umbrella was limited, so Song Qinghuan had to stay close to him.
How could Zhan Cheng miss such a good opportunity? He quickly put a protective arm around Song Qinghuan’s shoulder to shield her from the rain.
