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Song shook his head and quickly refused: "It's really not necessary, I can just go by myself.

"Be good..." Tong Jincheng couldn't help but grabbed Song Yao's arm and pulled it out.

"Tong Jincheng! Let me go, I'll go by myself!" Song Yao struggled, she didn't want to hold hands with him.

"Don't move!" He quickened his pace, put Yao on the bed and left the room.

"You..." Song Yao stared, looking at his firm and domineering look, feeling a little angry for no reason.

She threw his arm away and ran down the stairs angrily: "Don't follow me!"

As she ran, she took out her mobile phone and made a call to order lunch.

Tong Jincheng looked at her hurriedly running away, and the corners of his lips curled up. He stepped forward calmly and gracefully and chased after her.

"Song Yao, don't run so fast, be careful of falling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingyao had disappeared around the corner.

Tong Jincheng was stunned for a second, and then he quickly caught up with him.

At this time, Song Yao had already run to the corner of the stairs. Seeing Tong Jincheng running towards her, she was so frightened that she almost fell down the steps.

Fortunately, he helped her in time. She slapped her chest in fear and stared at him.

Tong Jincheng brought her to a glass door, stretched out his hand to hold her waist, and whispered: "You wait here, I'll buy something to eat."

Song Yao nodded, she breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall.

Tong Jincheng walked away and soon came back with a four-cent exquisite lunch.

"You eat upstairs." Tong Jincheng handed the lunch box to Song Yao: "I'll go out for a while."

"Well..." Song Yao lowered her eyes and nodded.

Tong Jincheng didn't stay long and left directly.

On the day when Tong Jincheng made an appointment with Mr. Zhao, Song Yao specially put on makeup to make herself look more beautiful.

Mr. Zhao's office is on the top floor.

Song Yao was sitting in the elevator. Just as the elevator door was about to close, Tong Jincheng walked in with steady steps.

Three people rushed into the small space of the two-person elevator in an instant, and it suddenly became overcrowded.

Tong Jincheng glanced at Song Yao's face, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he put his arm on Song Yao's thin shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Song Yao's body stiffened for a while, and she stared at him, somewhat displeased.

Did he do it on purpose?

Tong Jincheng pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and there was a faint smile in his deep and charming eyes. He said in a low voice: "You are not feeling well and need more rest. Just lean on my shoulder." Rest and don't move."

As he spoke, he hugged her a little harder.

Song Yao gritted her teeth and stared at Tong Jincheng's gentle and jade-like face. She gritted her teeth and finally compromised.

After all, her body is indeed relatively weak.

"." Ding Dong Yi

When the elevator reached the floor, Song Yao couldn't wait to step forward and rushed out quickly.

"Yao Yao, please slow down, be careful not to bump into other colleagues." Tong Jincheng's voice came from behind, it was magnetic and beautiful, like the sound of nature.

Song Yao's feet (Li Zhaohao) paused and she turned her head to look at him: "I know."

Tong Jincheng looked at the girl's elegant and refined face, curled his lips, and took steps to catch up.

Song Yao walked into a luxuriously decorated suite.

She opened the door, and a strong smell of alcohol hit her nostrils.

Song Yao frowned. The smell of the wine didn't seem to be ordinary red wine, but more like brandy?

She was just about to go in when a scantily clad woman came out holding a glass of brandy.