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    Qingran was thinking wildly in her heart, and then shook her head. How could it be Song Zian? Although she met him yesterday, Song Zian obviously drank a lot, and it was already so late when she left. Calculating this, it shouldn't be Song Zian.  Song Zian is right.

    Who could that be?

    She walked into the bathroom to check, and the red mark on her snow-white neck was particularly obvious.

    She touched her lips again. Even after a night, the feeling on her lips still seemed to be there.

    She remembered that the assistant did not drink too much. If he was really taken away by other people with ulterior motives, he would not be able to come back here.

    Qingran frowned and tried hard to recall what happened after drinking last night, but she drank too much last night and really couldn't remember what happened after she was drunk.

    Qing Ran patted his head.

    Drinking is such a mistake!

    Qingran put her hands on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, then she lowered her eyes and started washing.

    Even if something really happened, she would still have to live her life, not to mention that she hasn't reached that point yet.

    Qing Ran forced herself to finish washing up, and as soon as she came out in her bathrobe, she heard the assistant's voice, "Mr. Xun, are you up?"

    The assistant quietly poked his head in, and when he saw Qingran's face, his head shrank back.

    Qingran glanced at her lightly, "How did I come back last night?"

    Seeing that Qing Ran was already aware of it, the assistant stood at the door and told everything about last night, "I also drank a little bit of wine last night and couldn't drive, so I called for a driver."

    "Who knew that the driver was unruly and wanted to take advantage of you, Mr. Xun, but Mr. Tang came and drove the driver away"

    The assistant quietly looked at Qingran's face, hesitating in his heart whether to tell the truth.

    Qingran¡¯s extremely beautiful face showed no expression at all, ¡°Tell me completely, without any concealment.¡±

    The assistant was impressed by Qingran's words and then continued, "I originally wanted to help Mr.  My hands are still holding his clothes tightly, and I can¡¯t pull them away"

    Qing Ran opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Impossible!"

    The assistant didn¡¯t refute, but the expression on her face said she wasn¡¯t lying.

    After being quiet like this for half a minute, Qingran said in disbelief: "Are you really sure that I grabbed him and wouldn't let him go?"

    The assistant nodded without thinking, with a very sure look on his face, "I'm really sure it was Mr. Xun who grabbed his clothes and wouldn't let go."

    The assistant looked over Qingran's body and saw the suit jacket on the bed. She pointed at it, "That's the one. Mr. Tang probably couldn't take your hands away, so he just took off his clothes."

    Qingran reached out and covered her face, "I know."

    It seems that the red marks on the neck are not from Song Zian, but from Tang Hong.

    Qing Ran thought of her messy clothes when she got up. Fortunately, there was an assistant following her, otherwise Qing Ran wouldn¡¯t know what the outcome would be.

    Qingran quickly sorted out her thoughts, "It's getting late now. It's obviously too late for the meeting time scheduled yesterday. Please help me postpone the meeting time by one hour."

    "Mr. Xun, you drank so much last night, do you want to rest a little longer?"

    Qingran stretched out her hand and pressed her temples, "No, the meeting is more important, I'll just take it easy."

    The assistant responded and said, "Mr. Xun, I bought breakfast. Do you want some?"

    Qing Ran had a terrible headache now and had no intention of eating breakfast. She shook her head and refused, "No, you can eat it yourself."

    "I also made some sobering soup. Mr. Xun, you drank so much last night. You will definitely feel uncomfortable when you wake up today. He will feel better if you drink some sobering up soup." The assistant said, turned around and entered the kitchen, and quickly brought a bowl of hot wine.  The hot hangover soup comes out.

    Qingran glanced at the hangover soup held by the assistant, took it and drank it in one gulp.

    The sobering soup was hot, just right enough to drink. After drinking it, a layer of fine sweat formed on Qing Ran¡¯s forehead, and whether it was due to her psychological effects, her headache seemed to be slightly relieved.

    "It's quite useful." Qingran praised.

    The smile on the assistant¡¯s face got bigger.

    "You go to the living room to have breakfast, and I'll change clothes."

    Assistant is goodObediently went to the living room to have breakfast.

    Half an hour later, the two went to the company together.

    Even though the headache has not completely dissipated, Qing Ran did nothing wrong in this important meeting.

    After the meeting, it was already past lunch time.

    Even though she didn¡¯t eat anything in the morning, Qingran still didn¡¯t feel hungry, but in order to have better energy in the afternoon, she took a few bites casually and picked up her mobile phone to check.

    After answering two more important calls, Qing Ran looked at the messages belonging to Mrs. Tang on the phone screen and did not reply immediately as before.

    She touched the red mark on her neck, thinking that it was left by Tang Hong, and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

    Qing Ran let out a long breath of turbid air. It was useless to think too much. It was useless to think too much.

    She quickly replied to Mrs. Tang¡¯s message and threw herself into her work again.

    Qing Ran did not contact Tang Hong, and Tang Hong had no intention of contacting her. The two of them seemed to want to deliberately forget about the matter.

    Qingran thinks this is good. They are all adults. Even if something happens, they don¡¯t have to worry too much. What¡¯s more, the relationship between them has not reached that point.

    For more than ten days in a row, Qingran would think of Tang Hong when she contacted Mrs. Lu, but as time went by, she spent less and less time thinking about him.

    It was already the end of August, and the weather was still extremely hot. Qingran walked around where ordinary employees worked during working hours, and caught one who violated discipline during working hours.

    Qingran didn¡¯t say much, but simply scolded him a few words. The man seemed to be unable to bear the scolding, so he resigned very forcefully. After scolding Qingran for a few words, he turned around and left.

    Qingran didn¡¯t stop her. It was just a staff member¡¯s resignation, so there was no need to waste her too much energy.

    Zheng Rou glanced at the direction the clerk was leaving and lowered her eyelashes silently.

    The clerk just now was one of the people she and Qingran were talking about.

    When she first said it, she was a little afraid that Qing Ran would let these people leave immediately. Fortunately, almost a month had passed and she was caught violating discipline again. That person couldn't bear to leave by herself, and no one else should have thought of her.  On your head?

    Qingran turned left and right, and then stopped at Zheng Rou. Her voice was neither loud nor quiet, so that several people around Zheng Rou could hear, "How intense is your work lately? Do you feel a little strenuous?" (  Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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