Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

Tracy followed Song Nan and took the elevator down to his underground parking garage.

There were three cars parked in the corner.

Two of them were flat and covered with dustproof cloth. They looked like sports cars.

He walked to a large black SUV and pressed the key: "There may be water on the road, take this one, get in."

Tracy thought that Song Gou couldn't sit in the passenger seat, as that was where the girlfriend was said to sit.

You cannot sit at the rear right, because that is where the leader sits.

So Tang Wei prepared to go around to the left rear.

Song Nan didn't know what she was mumbling about, so he opened the passenger door and said, "Sit here, there's something in the back seat."

After Tracy got in the car, she couldn't help but glance back. There was nothing in the back seat.

Just a men's windbreaker thrown on the seat.

"Tracy, I usually ride in that Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle and Lao Luo drives for me, but occasionally I drive myself. The maintenance and repair costs of these cars in the garage are all under the responsibility of Lao Luo." Song Nan said.

Tang Wei sat up straight, put on her seat belt, and nodded: "Oh, I understand."

Song Nan drove the car out of the garage. When going uphill, he stepped on the accelerator and Tang Wei was thrown onto the back of the car seat by the inertia of the car.

Song Nan caught a glimpse of her panic and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

As we drove out of the garage, he stopped smiling and put on a serious face, "Today is a special situation—a super typhoon day. I'm worried there might be problems on the road, so I'm giving you a ride."

Tang Wei nodded frequently.

"But, this situation...is a once-in-a-century event, you know?" Song Nan emphasized.

"I know. Sorry to bother you."

"How about you drive? Tracy, you have a driver's license, but... have you ever driven on the road?" Song Nan asked.

This is the key point.

Tang Wei actually wanted to buy a car, but there was no parking space in the community where she rented.

So in the two years since graduation, I have driven very few times.

"I haven't driven much in the past two years. I only drove my dad's car a few times during the Chinese New Year." Tang Wei glanced at his huge car. "I've never driven a big SUV like yours. It would be bad if I got scratched."

Song Nan laughed and said, "Oh, thank goodness I didn't ask you to drive Secretary A last time, otherwise you would have made a fool of yourself. Could it be that after you get in the car, Secretary A will have to drive you himself?"

Song Nan resumed his hateful "dog laugh" again.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because the "losses" caused by the typhoon are quite large.

Three large willow trees by the stream fell down at once, and a piece of iron sheet on the roof of a factory building was blown off.

As the car drove forward, we saw that several camphor trees as thick as bowls had fallen on the main road of the factory.

There was a lot of broken glass on the road.

Song Nan stepped on the brakes, took out his cell phone and stopped the car.

The boss has already gotten out of the car, so it is impossible for Tang Wei to sit in the car like a big shot.

I had no choice but to get off the car.

But it was still drizzling outside and the wind was strong.

When Song Nan saw her running out, he turned around impatiently and said, "Go to the back of the car and find an umbrella. Hold it for me."

Tang Wei found an umbrella in the back seat and bent down to open it.

She stood on tiptoe behind Song Nan and held the umbrella over his head.

Song Nan took a few photos, then called the administrative director and gave him some instructions.

He moved his feet again and walked forward.

As he moved forward, Tang Wei moved forward holding an umbrella, as if she was holding a ceremonial guard.

But because the wind was too strong and the umbrella was held high, with Song Nan in the middle, she had no support at all and looked quite funny.

Song Nan glanced sideways at his shoulder.

He took the umbrella from her hand and glanced at her: "See? My shoulders are wet."

Tang Wei cursed him as a dog in her heart.

But his face showed a deep sense of regret, and he lowered his eyebrows and said: "The wind is too strong, and the umbrella is a bit difficult to hold."

Song Nan instructed her, "Take some photos of the broken windows in the building ahead, and also take some photos of the fallen trees on the main road. Send them to the security captain and have them clear the road as soon as possible."

Tang Wei followed his instructions, running and taking pictures.

To show her attentiveness, Tang Wei prepared to walk to the other side and take a picture of the bamboo that was bent by the wind.

But Song Nan stopped him: "There's water under your feet, Tracy, don't you look at the ground when you walk?"

Tang Wei looked back,

what happened?

Song Nan rushed to hold the umbrella, and it wasn't just his shoulders that got wet.

But half of your body is wet?

He looked at her coldly with his handsome face.

I don't know if it's fog or moisture on my glasses.

Tang Wei felt that he was about to "explode"...

At this time, Song Nan's cell phone rang.

After he answered the phone, his expression suddenly became worse.

"Tracy, let's go!" Song Nan pointed to the car in the distance, "Let's get in first, I have something else to do!"

Tang Wei quickly put her phone in her pocket and walked towards the car without even daring to breathe.

As he walked, he whispered, "Mr. Song, do you want me to hold an umbrella for you?"

"I want to, too. It would be fine if you could fight well." Song Nan put his hand on the metal strap of Tang Wei's bag and pulled her in. "I don't want to see the umbrella blown like a trumpet by the wind."

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After getting in the car, Song Nan said to Tang Wei, "I'm going to MC Hospital right away. I heard from Zou Zhi that you live in the city, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes. As long as we get to the city, I will find a way to go back by myself." Tang Wei said quickly.

"The first person injured in this severe typhoon has appeared in the city, and you know him," said Song Nan.

"Ah?" Tang Wei thought, could it be that a colleague was injured, and Song Nan was going to the hospital to visit him?

"Sheng Yang was injured while trying to save his wife. I think he was hit by something that fell from the typhoon."

"Ah? How's Mr. Sheng? Nothing serious, right?"

"Are you worried about him?"

Tang Wei was speechless: "This...if it's someone I know, I'll be nervous."

"Do you want to go visit together?" Song Nan asked.

Tang Wei: "Me?"

"Well." Song Nan turned to her and said, "So that you can give up - the young and beautiful Mrs. Sheng is here too."

Judging from Song Nan's tone, Tang Wei guessed that Mr. Sheng's injury should not be serious.

Otherwise Song Nan wouldn't talk to her about this.

But Tang Wei didn't like what he said.

Everything else is fine, but why did he say that about her?

"I don't know why you say that." Tang Wei turned her head and looked at him.

"Because I saw the way you looked at Sheng Yang--" Song Nan raised his eyebrows.

Laughed.

Laugh out loud.

"Yes, I do admire and respect President Sheng. It's not surprising at all." Tang Wei raised her chest, holding the seat belt, and said, "In fact, in the past at M Group, President Sheng himself was like a star. Besides me, there were many colleagues who admired him.

I have only met Mr. Sheng a few times and only said a word to him.

First, I did not cause any trouble to Mr. Sheng, and second, I did not cause any trouble to Mrs. Sheng.

Mr. Sheng and Mrs. Sheng are a perfect match, loving and happy. I can only wish them the best. So where does your comment about "giving up or not giving up" come from?

Song Nan glanced at her through the lens.

There was still rain on his glasses.

Tang Wei understood that sharp look in her eyes instantly——

So Tang Wei immediately lowered her head knowingly.

-

Song Nan thinks Tracy is quite funny.

Every time I tell a joke, she takes it seriously.

Sometimes she is so humble and submissive, as if anyone can control her;

Sometimes he would suddenly get angry, like a debater ready to argue with you at any time.

It's a bit difficult to deal with.

But, it's only a little bit.