Chapter 372 Song Ziye's Confession

Will Song Ziye invite himself to go there?

Wang Zheng was slightly in a trance.

Does she still want to see herself?

As if he had seen through what Wang Zheng was thinking, one of the twins said, "Actually, our boss has been waiting for you for an hour."

"Okay, thank you very much." Wang Zheng said seriously.

Following the two beautiful women to Song Ziye's office, Wang Zheng's heart was still entangled. The last time they shook in the car all night, the two almost didn't contact each other. After all, if it hadn't been for Song Ziye's help that night, Wang Zheng would never have quietly escaped from the siege of the Song family's guard alone. To some extent, Wang Zheng harmed the Song family, but Song Ziye saved him. The complex relationship made the always shrewd Wang officials extremely entangled. Indeed, he owed too much to this woman.

"Mr. Wang Zheng, our boss is in there." The twins and Wang Zheng looked at each other, slightly nodding their heads, and then turned to leave.

Wang Zheng put his hand on the doorknob, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the door and walked in.

Song Ziye, dressed in pajamas, was standing in front of the window and looking at the night scene outside. His back was still so charming and his figure was still so concave and convex, but Wang Zheng could see a trace of loneliness from it.

"Why do you still wear pajamas in the office?" Wang Zheng pretended to ask easily.

"Because I won't go back tonight." Song Ziye turned around, and her Linglong figure was more obvious, and Wang Zheng easily saw that she was not wearing underwear.

There are many women who do not need to rely on the support of underwear, and their figure can be equally proud. There is no doubt that Song Ziye is one of them. A flower in the capital in those years is not a vain reputation.

At this time, Song Ziye wore long hair and thin pajamas. Without the ability of the strong woman in the mall, he had a gentleness of a girl next door. Wang Zheng was stunned by this different temperament.

Like Zhang Mingqi, Song Ziye's office is also a suite, just like a luxurious one-bedroom apartment, with basic living functions.

"Why don't you go back?" Wang Zheng pointed to the office: "How bad it is to sleep here."

"Once you go, you will also waste a lot of time on the way." Song Ziye poured a glass of water for Wang Zheng, and his soft figure was revealed: "And it's not interesting to go back. Such a big garden is a little scary at night. It's not good if someone breaks in again."

Wang Zheng smiled bitterly. He knew that Song Ziye was talking about himself. At the beginning, he took advantage of the night to touch the Song family manor and stunned Song Mingwei to the ground. Then he had a fight with Xiao Chenyu, which made the Song family jump in a mess.

"Don't you hate me?" Wang Zheng took the teacup, and the two people's hands touched it inadvertently and separated at a touch.

"Why do you hate you?" Song Ziye sat down gently, but looked at the night scene outside the window: "I've thought about it carefully. If I change you to me, I'm afraid my behavior will be more serious than you, so I don't blame you."

Wang Zheng asked himself that he could not do Song Ziye like this. It was really not easy for a woman to do this.

"How is your father?" Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment and asked.

At the beginning, Wang Zheng drugged Song Mingwei and sent Song's heir, Song Ziye's father, to the hospital. Now more than half a year has passed, and Wang Zheng doesn't know how Song Mingwei is doing now.

"I woke up a long time ago, but my grandfather asked him to stay in the hospital to recuperate, and my second uncle did a good job in presiding over family affairs, no worse than my father, so my grandfather also wanted to give my second uncle a chance." After a pause, Song Ziye continued, "After all, he was my grandfather's favorite youngest son."

"It's all my fault." Wang Zheng said with apology.

"Don't say that." Song Ziye brushed his long hair and said softly, "Actually, I don't want my father to continue to deal with these things. In China, politics is the most deadly thing. If you are not careful, you may be crushed. I also want him to get rid of it as soon as possible. It may not be a good thing to have a second uncle in charge of the family. In fact, now, bright-eyed people have seen that the second uncle's previous unruly romanticity is just a cover-up and keeping a low profile. In fact, we should have realized long ago that how can a person who can create Song's Media Group and make it the leader in the industry be a straw bag?

"Indeed, this is all under the cover of Song Mingsheng." Wang Zheng couldn't help recalling the scene when this person knelt in front of him. He could bend and stretch and endure ** humiliation. Such a person is indeed more powerful. Of course, he also needs to beware.

Fortunately, under the auspices of Song Mingsheng, the Song family has begun to slowly discard the relationship with the Su family. Although cooperation in many fields is indispensable, Song Mingsheng is also injecting his own ideas into the transformation and development of the entire Song family industry. If you want to completely rely on the Su family and one day the Su family will fall, how should the children of the Song family deal with themselves?

The most important thing is that Song Mingsheng is very smart. He knows how terrible Wang Zheng is. Before kneeling, he has completely recognized the true face of this young man. There are some people, even from grassroots, that he can't afford to provoke.

"Actually, I asked someone to call you here just to see you. I don't mean anything else." Song Ziye said softly, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yes, I went to an island country and stayed there for more than half a year." Wang Zheng's eyes were a little dry.

"Half a year has made us so strange." Song Ziye took a sip of water holding the cup, then held his knees and curled up on the sofa, revealing his smooth calves and his eyes were melancholy.

Wang Zheng smiled bitterly and did not answer.

"Wang Zheng, if I could, I would rather go back to the mountains in the northwest, and no one would affect our lives." Song Ziye's voice was far away, and there was a faint melancholy in his tone. Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Who would have thought that the two people who were ** at the beginning would become so strange now?"

"No, it's not strange, but careful." Wang Zheng gently hugged Song Ziye, looked at the starry sky outside and said, "We are all afraid of hurting each other."

"Yes, we should be glad that we didn't shout to kill." Song Ziye said, "If this is really fortunate."

"Spiritual victory, sometimes it may not be too bad to paralyze yourself." Wang Zheng smiled and said, "There is a drug abroad called DREAMER, which is a psychotropic agent. After taking it, it can immerse people in beautiful fantasies and forget the pain of life."

"Have you ever used it?"

"I have used it."

Looking at Wang Zheng, Song Ziye's eyes flashed with a distressed look, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "Although I know it's not the right time to say these things, I still want to say it."

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

Song Ziye sighed softly and his eyes were soft: "Since I experienced those days with you in the northwest mountains, I have understood that no other men will enter my heart."