Chapter Eight, take y*u to dinner

"Hello, I am Xiao Mo's mother, Su Wan, our company is doing an interview program, would you like to participate? Of course, this will improve the visibility of your company, but also have a certain impact. "

Su Evening Message did not send out how long, Song Zhishu received a reply.

"Is it a face-to-face? I'm very interested in this program, and I want to talk about it in detail. "

Before she knew it, the little king over there started to squirm.

"Zhao Jie, agreed, Song Zhishu agreed to go on our program, just now his assistant called me back. " Wang shouted excitedly, holding his cell phone, hurriedly replied, "good, good. "

When he hung up, everyone was relieved.

"Sister Su, how did you get Song Zhishu to say yes? " Xiao Wang asked curiously, eating the snacks in his hands and asking in an indescribable manner.

"maybe he wants my son to take care of his niece at school because we are both parents, " Su said perfunctorily.

She lowered her eyes and frowned.

When she got off work, she heard the phone buzzing. She took it out and saw the number on the screen was unknown. She wanted to hang up, but The Messengers pressed the button.

"Hello, who are you? " Su Wan asked, a little incredulous on her face.

"It's me. " The familiar voice comes from the sound tube, the voice is dull and deep, very magnetic.

"Song, hello... " Su Wan politely replied.

"You can just tell me, I am Kocho's uncle now, and you are Xiao Mo's mother. Kocho was clamoring to go to your house yesterday. May I ask Miss Su? " Said Song, in a witty, clear voice, like running water.

"Of course, of course can. " Su Wan is a pair of be flattered of appearance, facing Song Zhi Shu to say.

"So we meet today at six o'clock. " Song Zhishu can not refuse ground says.

"Good. " Su Evening just finished this sentence, the opposite will hang up the phone.

Su Evening faces the screen that dims go down, still have a little hesitation, come to one's senses.

Think of a while Song Zhishu, but also to her dinner, Su evening busy from the immersed mind will pull out, she packed things, said goodbye to Xiao Wang, fire and wind rushed out.

"Xiao Wang, I'll go first. "

"Sister Su, slow down. "

Su Evening did not hear her this reply, all the way to the subway station.

By the time she got to the kindergarten, Song Zhishu had arranged two little ones to sit in the car.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, MOMMY'S LATE! " Su said to Su Xiaomao.

"It won't happen again, " Su said solemnly.

"Song Zong, hello. " Su Wan said respectfully, compared to the last casual, this more than a few serious.

After all, this is the subject of his own interview, not the last time, this time no more serious, I am afraid that people will leave a bad impression.

"Don't be so unfamiliar, just like last time. " Song Zhishu is not as in the Financial Times, stern-faced, not smiling, but modest.

"Song Zong, last time I do not know your identity. " Su Night said cautiously, remember last time also eat song zhishu cooking, face a hot.

"I am Kocho's uncle now, " said Song, as he drove along, his brow straight and his back straight as a painting.

"that Mr. Song... ... I want to ask why you join our program. " Su Wan bit his lip, raised his head for a moment not to stare at the front of the people, curiously asked.

"Kang Rong is about to enter the media industry, and his appearance on the show is in line with Khang Ninh's next steps, " Song said, using a precise and reasonable language.

But Su Wan always felt that something was wrong!

What the Hell went wrong?

"Thank you anyway, you have a lot to choose from, and face-to-face is not your best choice, " Su replied politely, with a typical eight-tooth smile.

"We are a win-win situation, and we hope to cooperate happily the day after tomorrow, " said Song Zhishu gently.

Today he is not wearing a suit, wearing a windbreaker and jeans, such a dress so that his calm temperament to add some fashion sense.

Light look at the word, like just graduated from college, but the bone has experienced both wide and calm after the storm.

"Thank you, song, " Su said.

"Is Mr. Song. " Song Zhi Shu corrects a way again, the eyebrow tip is tiny to pick, the eye end is taking a few minutes to smile meaning.

This time Suwan did not let Song Zhishu start again, one is to know his identity, two is the last time is song Zhishu cooking, this time even if it is her turn.

"Mr. Song, you just wait, " said Su Wan Wan Wan Wan Wan Wan, handling the ingredients with deft skill.

At this time Su evening's cell phone rang, Su evening did not see, with neck clip through.

"Hello? " Su Wan asked.

"Miss Su, I think you remember, you said you would treat me and Xiao Yu to dinner! "

Hearing these words, Su Wan was so scared that he almost threw his cell phone to the ground. The Cold Voice of Xi Bo Cheng came through the receiver.

"President Xi, I'm sorry, I've been so busy lately, " Su said with an embarrassed face.

"Mummy, Uncle Song... look at me and Kocho, " Su said in an untimely voice over the phone.

"Do you have someone else in your home? " Xi Bocheng continues to ask a way, it is clear that is all common sentence, let Su Wansheng listen to the feeling of the Su kill.

"Xi General, I think this belongs to my personal affairs. " Su Wan did not know why, actually feel Xi Bocheng is angry, she said this sentence, half ring, there is no answer.

Just as she was about to hang up, the voice came over in a cold voice.

"Miss Su, you said You'd treat me to dinner. "

"Can I take a rain check? " The Su evening is busy cooking, the voice that speaks also has a few minutes impatient.

"No, " Xi said, adding, "since you're buying, let's go together. "

Xi Bocheng hung up the phone, clenched the phone, white knuckles, eyes with a heavy Satsui, a fist will table glass pen on the ground.

Pen Tube "PA" a fall, broken into a few pieces, the top of the incision refraction of the light, bright.

How dare she let another man into her house!

Xi Bocheng thought of his favorite prey, by other hunters first, the heart of the desire to conquer the surge came up, he would like to see the final defeat.

After Su Wan hung up, she was still a little confused.

"Is the person on the job? " Song Zhi Shu listens to the dialogue of Su evening, tentative ground asks a way.

"Yes, " said Su Wan, his eyes drooping.

"still got a job to do? "

"I asked him to dinner last time, " Su continued.

No sooner had she said that than a black Maserati pulled up at her door.