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There was a chill in Tong Jincheng's eyes: "Song Yao, you don't deserve to mention my name!"

"Pah——" Song Yao raised her hand and slapped Tong Jincheng, then pushed him away mercilessly.

Tong Jincheng was caught off guard and took a few steps back. Fortunately, Mr. Wang beside him helped him.

Tong Jincheng covered his cheek and looked at Song Yao gloomily, with cruelty flashing in his eyes: "Bitch, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this!"

"Humph, you are all to blame for this." Song Yao sarcastically said: "Tong Jincheng, I advise you to get divorced as soon as possible, so as not to delay you in finding a new home. After all, your current image is really embarrassing. -"

Tong Jincheng's eyes narrowed: "Song Yao, you are not allowed to slander me."

He was indeed decadent for a while, but he would never admit that he was hurt by Song Yao.

"Really?" Song Yao sneered: "I witnessed with my own eyes the ambiguous relationship between you and Ye Rou. Oh, by the way, there was also your engagement party. Tong Jincheng, let me advise you.

Stay away from Ye Rou. "

Tong Jincheng's face was full of disdain: "Stay away from her? Song Yao, why do you order me? Who do you think you are!"

"Just because I am her friend!" After Song Yao said this coldly, she turned her head and looked at Mr. Wang: Let's change places.

Tong Jincheng was stunned: "I'm not allowed."

"Mr. Tong, please let her change. I'm not afraid of being tired. I can sit with her so that you can talk about the company!"

"Shut up!" Tong Jincheng growled at Mr. Wang.

Song Yao was helpless. She turned around and stared at Tong Jincheng coldly: "I don't want to waste time. Mr. Tong, please get out of here right away!"

Tong Jincheng stared into Song Yao's eyes, anger building in his chest. He touched his fists and his joints crackled, as if he was holding back some kind of impulse.

Finally, he released Song Yao's hand and said slowly: "Okay, I promise you, if you want to change positions, I won't stop you."

"Thank you." After Song Yao said that, she immediately took steps and quickly left this suffocating place.

Tong Jincheng looked at Song Yao's slender figure gradually going away, a wry smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, he slowly took out the cigarette and held it in his mouth.

Mr. Wang immediately handed him a cigarette: "Mr. Tong, this is the smell of cigarettes you usually hate most. Have you forgotten?"

…Please give me flowers…

Tong Jincheng took out his cigarette and lit the cigarette butt. He put his elbows on the railing and crossed his long legs. He looked lazy and charming: "Mr. Wang, this little girl is quite good.

Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter: "Mr. Tong is really good at joking. How can a friend of your friend be called a good one? Mr. Tong, are you praising me or belittling me?"

Tong Jincheng glanced at him sideways: "Who said I was complimenting you? Don't you feel it? Song Yao is very smart and independent. She is very much like my ex-wife.

After hearing Tong Jincheng's words, Mr. Tian was stunned for a moment.

Mr. Tong’s ex-wife is the most beautiful and sexy designer in their group company. She is also the only designer who has won numerous awards, but she is only a designer and not a manager.

When Mr. Wang was shocked, Tong Jincheng suddenly flicked the cigarette butt away: "I don't know why, but every time I think of my ex-wife, I feel particularly uncomfortable."

His expression was unpredictable, and there was strong sadness and pain in his eyes.

"I hope all this is over. I hope I will meet a girl like Song Yao again in the future." Tong Jincheng murmured, then turned his head and continued chatting with Mr. Wang. .