Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

Song Ziyu was angry and furious, and stared fiercely at the smiling woman.

But dare not do it again.

Song Yueliang's words brought back memories from many years ago that he didn't want to recall.

He was beaten by Song Yueliang, so hard that he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Thinking about it now, there is still pain in the bones.

This woman is really wild, and she will die in a fight.

Moreover, she completely disregarded his identity and didn't give him any face.

Just because he made fun of the sick man next to her.

What was he talking about?

Oh, he sang in an operatic tone, "Brother Lin fell from the sky, coughing and panting is unconventional, if anyone marries him, he will be a widow in his prime~"

Then he was beaten.

From childhood to adulthood, ever since he knew about Song Yueliang, he has abused and ridiculed her no less than a hundred and eighty times. How many times has she not tolerated it?

The time he beat him for others, he almost died there!

Simply crazy!

*

Press the elevator button and go straight down to the garage on the second floor.

Chen Mo looked at his boss's calm appearance, and reached out to help the big black frame on the bridge of his nose, "Boss, are you leaving just like that?"

She just looked at it, but the Crown Prince Song hadn't recovered yet.

Song Yueliang looked at the constantly beating numbers above her head, stroked her wrist carelessly, "Don't go, why don't you go back and slap him again?"

"..." Then let's go, "Where is Chairman Song?"

When the meeting room door opened, she listened to Chairman Song's words "go to my office".

"Let him wait, he has to get used to it, it's not what it used to be."

Not what it used to be?

Does it mean that Chairman Song's weight with the boss is not as good as before? Or does it mean that the identity of the boss is quite different? Or is there another meaning?

Chen Mo didn't ask any more sensible questions.

The ringing phone rang suddenly, echoing softly in the underground garage.

After answering the phone, Song Yueliang opened the door and got into the car, "Hello, Dong Dong?"

"I prefer you to call me Shushu."

"I think Wangwang is more appropriate."

"Am I still your cutie?" The woman's complaining voice faintly came from the phone.

Song Yueliang curled her lips lightly, "Tell me, what's the matter."

Dong Wangshu immediately excitedly said, "Yueyue, the Crown Club will be waiting for you at seven o'clock in the evening, congratulations on your successful entry into the Song family today!"

"Okay, see you tonight."

"See you there!"

*

Half past six, dusk.

The night is about to fall, and the sky is full of haze.

The city lights are on, colorful neon lights are flashing, and the scene is bustling.

The Crown Club is located in the south of the city, occupying a prime location. It is the largest high-end entertainment club in Huicheng. Those who dare to enter and spend here are people with some wealth in Huicheng.

Driving the car out of the Ruchuan traffic, stopped in front of the Crown Club, threw the car key to the doorman, Song Yueliang pushed the door and entered.

The taste of luxurious life is coming.

The first floor is a huge dance floor. Scattered figures are swaying to the dance music on the dance floor. At this point, the club has not yet reached the busiest time.

Going around the bar on the left, Song Yueliang walked to the booth on the second floor. She had already seen Dong Wangshu's iconic red hair.

It was dyed half a month ago, and it was said to be a trendy product imported from abroad.

As soon as she reached the second floor, Dong Wangshu waved to her through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the booth, "Yueyue, here!"

After entering the booth and taking a seat, she poured herself a glass of wine, Song Yueliang said, "You haven't dyed your hair yet? Uncle passed the test?"

This girl just called her three days ago and cried to her. In order to let her dye her hair back, her father stopped all her cards again.

The performance spelled out by the wholesale market is tantamount to busy work.

Dong Wangshu grinned, "I told the old man that this year is my birth year, and my hair color is auspicious. This year I must be lucky! The old man thought about it for a while, and immediately returned my card. Don't worry, I will treat you today !"

"I don't intend to pay the bill today." Song Yueliang took a sip of her wine with a smile.

In fact, she envied Dong Wangshu from the bottom of her heart, the jewel in the palm of the wealthy Dong family, loved by her parents, she had no worries about food and clothing since she was a child, and lived a simple and happy life.

Like a little calf who doesn't know much about the world, she goes on a rampage, even if she gets into trouble, she doesn't have to worry about it, and someone will always take care of her.

"Yueyue? Yueyue? What are you thinking, why are you so dazed?"

Dong Wangshu approached suspiciously, and waved his sensual hand in front of Song Yueliang.

Song Yueliang came back to her senses, glanced at her, "I was thinking, how did I become friends with you, a brat."

They are two completely different people.

Dong Wangshu is pure and carefree, like a sunflower growing in the sun.

As for her, she was born with a despicable brand, and after experiencing an accident, she turned into a poppy, and the flowers and leaves were poisonous.

"What do you want to do so much? I like you, so I want to be friends with you!" Dong Wangshu felt that talking was not enough, so he went over and took Song Yueliang's arm, "Yueyue, tell me what happened today. Song's board of directors, are the two father and son scared into faces?"

"You said it was to help me celebrate, but you are actually here to inquire about gossip?"

"Tell me, let me be happy too, I've been holding back this breath for four years!"

Song Yueliang messed up her red hair and pushed her head away.

"It's not enough to be scared into a face, but it's true to be angry like a puffer fish."

"Hahaha!" Dong Wangshu was overjoyed, "Tell me about it carefully!"

The champagne liquid on the coffee table gradually decreased, and the night gradually sank.

The music in the lobby changed from slow rocking to upbeat dance music, and the venue became lively.

When Song Yueliang finished telling the story to Dong Wangshu, the tower with toothpicks in her hand was also successfully completed.

Dong Wang opened his mouth and was about to praise her for being great, but he saw the woman quickly pulled away the base of the tower, and the tower collapsed completely, and the toothpick rolled to the ground.

"Yueyue?" Dong Wangshu was puzzled, it was built with care, how can it be destroyed if it is destroyed?

"It's a pity to pick someone's teeth."

"..." The toothpick did something wrong.

"However, Yueyue, you have been acting too frequently recently. The two fathers and sons of the Song family must have been vigilant. Now that you have joined their board of directors, things may not go as smoothly as you think..." Dong Wangshu worried about the comments he heard there, "Will this be too aggressive?"

Song Yueliang was silent, holding the wine glass and walking to the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the thousands of people downstairs with indifferent eyes.

After a while, she opened her lips.

"I don't have time, Dong Dong. If I don't do anything, I'm afraid I'll go crazy before then."

*

The loud noise almost broke the floor-to-ceiling glass, and several young men and women shook their heads in the booth following the strong rhythm.

On the seat near the glass, Song Ziyu's expression was uneasy, and he drank one glass after another, still unable to suppress the suffocation he felt in the afternoon.

"Song Shao, drink slowly, the night is still long. Isn't it just a slap, calm down!" Jiang Zhengyang took away the wine glass in front of Song Ziyu, patted the buttocks of the female companion next to him, "Go and accompany Song Little, make people happy, you can choose the house and car!"

The female companion was overjoyed, and secretly cast a wink at Jiang Zhengyang, then sat next to Song Ziyu, leaned against Song Ziyu with her cool and soft body, and said in a charming voice, "Young Master Song——"

"Go away!" Song Ziyu pushed the person away without mercy, and looked at Jiang Zhengyang with a sullen face, "How do you know?"

Jiang Zhengyang suppressed a smile and acted serious, "Hey! It just so happens that I have a lover who works in the Song Corporation...Don't worry, Young Master Song, I have a very strict mouth and will never speak out."

Song Ziyu's face was scorched black, and he closed his eyes fiercely.

Hold!

Today is the first day of PK~ Do you like sweetheart cubs? Cubs need to be fed~