Sweetheart wife is fierce and cute

Yan Yan raised her eyebrows, did she also praise her by the way?
Jiang Yulin glanced at Yan Yan, but did not speak.

It was awkward for the three of them to stand. Han Jingchuan asked to leave for a while, so he turned around and went to Song Lin.

"This gentleman, what's your name?" As usual, Han Jingchuan stretched out his hand, "I think we can get to know each other a little bit. In this way, the later cooperation will be more convenient. Of course, congratulations for being in the top three."

"Fu's Song Lin." With a faint smile on his face, Song Lin shook Han Jingchuan's hand, "Thank you."

"..."

Han Jingchuan filtered one side of his mind, and suddenly remembered a few words that often appeared in financial magazines in the past few months, all of which belonged to the Fu Group, but photos of this CEO were rarely seen. To be precise, it was almost none.

No wonder, I didn't expect it to be a big company rising in Yuncheng!

However, looking at Song Lin's mature and stable appearance, and his aura of Yuncheng Jiang Shao, it can be seen directly that this person has a bright future!
"So it's Mr. Song."

Song Lin nodded his head lightly, and responded politely.

Han Jingchuan felt that it was also very boring, so he went to No.3 and greeted them in exactly the same way.

People who missed the top three in the field, seeing that the protagonists have already left the field to find the top three, then naturally there will be no drama for them now, and they can be pushed to the food area, where they should eat and drink.

At this moment, as many people left the dance floor, one of the people around didn't pay attention and bumped Sheng Qingqing's shoulder, causing her body to fall forward.

Song Lin saw it out of the corner of his eye and reminded her that he wanted to reach out to grab her arm, but he just missed pulling the rope of her white feather mask.

The mask was originally tied with a bow, loose and loose, but now it was pulled again, and the mask completely fell off.

Sheng Qingqing's fair and delicate face was immediately exposed by the banquet.

Oops!

Sheng Qingqing noticed that there was no mask on his face all of a sudden, his heart felt cold, his pupils shrank slightly, his back was numb to three points, and when he fell forward, his body was stiff.

With a "boom", Sheng Qingqing fell to the ground, attracting the attention of everyone in the banquet.

"..."

The artist who noticed that he had just bumped into someone stopped, with an embarrassing face, frowning heavily, bent slightly and said to Sheng Qingqing very sorry, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean it."

"..."

Sheng Qingqing seems to be calming down now. It's been a long time, but he didn't raise his head. The artist thought he was injured somewhere, and reached out to touch her.

"Miss sister..." The artist's little sister was a little scared, afraid that she would cause some trouble because of this, "Miss sister, are you injured somewhere? Do you need me to help you up?"

"Don't move." Sheng Qingqing shouted, "I'm fine, get out of the way."

It's really a headache, how can I encounter such a thing.

"Miss, I didn't mean it, you..."

The little artiste sister interrupted Sheng Qingqing before she could finish her sentence, "I'm fine, I can get up by myself, you should leave first."

The little artiste sister is a little bit embarrassed, but it seems that she really can't help here. Since she herself said to let her leave, then she should leave.

The artist's little sister bowed ninety degrees to express her apology.Finally, she left with slightly red eyes.

Song Lin stood not far away, glanced at the white feather mask in his hand, and then took a step towards Sheng Qingqing: "Are you okay?"

"Mr. Song, I'm fine, just let me take it easy." Sheng Qingqing bit her lip, but didn't dare to raise her head.

It's really embarrassing to lose face to grandma's house today!
And after Han Jingchuan, who was not far away from here, finished talking with the No.3 player, he was attracted by the situation on Sheng Qingqing's side.

Walking over with big strides, seeing this familiar dress, she thought that something happened to Sheng Qingqing, squatting in front of her, and asked, "Qingqing, are you alright?"

Sheng Qingqing's face, which was so low that it was almost buried in the ground, lifted up a little bit. Fortunately, the loose hair covered her, otherwise she would have been completely exposed.

"Help me." Sheng Qingqing grabbed Han Jingchuan's arm and said in a very low voice, "Han Jingchuan, please, help me."

Han Jingchuan was confused, so he heard Sheng Qingqing say: "Take the mask back and put it on my face again."

"Where's the mask?"

"I, I don't know, you can find it for me." Sheng Qingqing's tone was mixed with a hint of crying.

Han Jingchuan was slightly taken aback, he had never seen Sheng Qingqing like this before, and promised her in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

He rubbed the top of his hair, just like treating his own little sister, then looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on Song Lin's hand.

Han Jingchuan got up and walked in front of Song Lin, and said in a flat voice, "Please return the mask to me, my little sister minds her connection, thank you."

When he said this, he lost his usual laughing and joking, and really looked like Sheng Qingqing's brother.

Song Lin thought it was nothing, and directly gave Han Jingchuan the white feather mask in his hand.

After Han Jingchuan took it, he said "thank you" and walked to Sheng Qingqing's side, squatted down in front of her, bent over and helped her take the mask back, and tied the rope even better than what Sheng Qingqing had just tied.

After tying it up, he patted her on the back and whispered in her ear, "Hey, don't cry, the mask is back."

Sheng Qingqing nodded and stood up with Han Jingchuan's help.

"I'm sorry, there was a little accident here, please continue with your work." Han Jingchuan said to the staff in the banquet hall while supporting Sheng Qingqing.

Han Jingchuan lowered his head and straightened Sheng Qingqing's hair, and asked, "Do you want to go back now?"

"Ah."

Sheng Qingqing also felt that it was not suitable to stay here any longer, and was afraid that something like that would happen again, so he thought it would be better to leave early.

"Do you need me to see you off?" Han Jingchuan asked thoughtfully.

Sheng Qingqing looked up and glanced around, and found that there were quite a lot of people, and they all looked towards her. She felt that Han Jingchuan, as the host, might be here to greet her, so she couldn't ask him to take her home .

"No, I'll call a car to pick me up."

"Okay." Han Jingchuan nodded, took off his suit jacket, and put it on Sheng Qingqing's body, "Send me a message when you get home."

"Ah."

Sheng Qingqing pulled the clothes Han Jingchuan put on her, and walked outside the venue.

When she left, she took a look at Yan Yan's side, and found that she was not free at all, so she had no choice but to go home by herself.