"Are you... Meng Zijin?" She was surrounded and pushed in front of him. He reached out to help her, but his back felt inexplicably cold.

That was the expression reflected in the eyes of the despicable Song Yunshen.

"Hello." Meng Zijin stood firm and looked at him with a smile.

Needless to say, gangly and handsome men were Zheng Yuyu' s cup of tea.

"I've heard about you long ago." Guo Jiamu was slightly stunned. After a while, he reached out his right hand to her.

"Me too." After gently shaking hands back, Meng Zijin still smiled lightly, blinked and teased, "What are you looking at, Jiamu?"

Hearing this, Guo Jiamu withdrew his gaze and said, "Nothing. It's rare to see you. Shall we move and have a chat?"

Just as she was about to agree, Song Yunshen interrupted her. "It's been many years since we last met. Why didn't you talk to me first?"

Guo Jiamu raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the hurry?"

Meng Zijin had already noticed that they were old acquaintances, so she didn't interrupt and stood aside to observe them.

Song Yunshen didn't answer immediately, but his face darkened in an instant. In the end, Guo Jiamu compromised and said, "I have something to ask Junior Meng. After I'm done, I'll return to you."

"Okay." Song Yunshen moved his feet and made way.

Meng Zijin was speechless.

What the hell?

Why did these words sound so awkward?

In the corridor of the back door, Guo Jiamu narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Zijin a few more times. In the end, he asked, "Are you Mr. Meng's daughter?"

Meng Zijin choked and laughed. "You've been pondering for so long just to ask me this?"

Guo Jiamu was nervous and looked a little embarrassed.

He didn't know where to start.

"Sorry, I have heard some basic information about you from my parents, but I just returned to the country a few days ago and haven't had time to deal with many things, so..."

"What?" He suddenly paused, and Meng Zijin couldn't help asking.

"So I didn't mean to not add you on WeChat." As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, clicked on the WeChat business card sent by his mother, and sent a friend request to Meng Zijin.

Meng Zijin pursed her lips slightly and squeezed her fingers awkwardly.

"It's because of you that Yuyu didn't come." Meng Zijin didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she went straight to the point. "Setting aside the relationship between our parents, I actually knew you a long time ago. Although I haven't met you, I have heard a lot about you."

Guo Jiamu was stunned. "Did she tell you?"

Meng Zijin acquiesced.

After a long while, he heaved a long sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders relaxed at this moment. "Very good. At least she's willing to talk about me."

Meng Zijin shrugged and said, "I won't get involved in your family affairs. Don't come to me if there's nothing important, and especially don't look for me if there's something wrong. Also, you can deal with the matchmaking for the elders."

In fact, Meng Zijin could have told her parents that Guo Jiamu had someone he liked, but Meng Yongnian seemed to have a good relationship with the Guo family. If Guo Cheng knew about it, it would be difficult for Guo Jiamu to explain.

He couldn't say that the person he liked was his sister.

When the exchange meeting was about to end, Guo Jiamu stayed in the corridor outside the back door until someone asked him to perform on stage.

After playing the song, someone jeered and said that they wanted to see the Prince Charming and the Princess Charming perform a song together. As if it was expected, Guo Jiamu slowly looked at Meng Zijin on the stage.

Apart from anything else, he and she were both outstanding.

Since Meng Zijin stayed to the end, it proved that she would definitely accept the invitation. However, Xiao Dang still broke out in a cold sweat.

In the end, under everyone's gaze, Meng Zijin lifted the hem of her dress and slowly stepped onto the stage.

"Talented guy and beautiful lady!"

"A match made in heaven!"

"Kneel down and beg them to date!"

There was a lot of commotion under the stage, and most of them were shipping professionals.

Song Yunshen snorted, with his face full of disdain. However, he couldn't help fixing his eyes on the two people on the stage.

They seemed to have known each other for a long time, but they knew what to do.

Song Yunshen tugged at his tie and ordered, "I'll wait in the car. Wait here. Bring Guo Jiamu back after the meeting."

Mr. Chen replied, "Okay."

He was just jealous.

He can't stand it anymore.

Looking at his boss's back, Mr. Chen couldn't help shaking his head.

Since ancient times, heroes fell in love with beauties.

Today, it was the same for the billionaires.

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It was getting cold at night. Meng Zijin took off her dress and ran out in a hurry. When she stopped, she sneezed twice. Coincidentally, next to her was Song Yunshen' s car.

Song Yunshen was sitting in the car.

Meng Zijin looked around and didn't find Guo Jiamu, so she took out her mobile phone and accepted his friend request. Then she edited a message and sent it over.

Zijin said, "Yuyu is deliberately avoiding you, if you appear too frequently, it may actually have the opposite effect."

In the car, Guo Jiamu quickly replied with an "okay" after receiving the message. Then he stared at the phone screen as if he was thinking about something.

A moment later, after the car started, he edited a new message.

Jiamu replied, "Thank you."

Mr. Chen in the driver's seat obviously saw Meng Zijin, but he couldn't guess what his boss was thinking at the moment. Seeing that as if he was sitting on pins and needles, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Song Yunshen didn't look away. After a long while, he looked back. As a result, he glanced at the bright, reflective screen of the phone beside him.

The name was Meng Zijin.

Song Yunshen frowned.

"You said you had something to ask you, but you just asked for a WeChat account?" Song Yunshen asked straightforwardly. The corners of his lips curled up, and there was a knife hidden in his smile.

Guo Jiamu came to his senses, turned over the phone, and glanced sideways. "Are you jealous?"

Song Yunshen asked, "Do you want to hear what you just said?"

"No, I'm telling the truth."

Mr. Chen was speechless.

A man in his twenties was simply childish.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely tense. Mr. Chen shivered silently and did not dare to interrupt.

The two Yama Kings confronted each other. It was better to avoid them.

After a long time, Guo Jiamu laughed and said, "Aren't you frustrated? I added her on WeChat the first time I met her, but you have been bothering her for so many days, and she still wants to avoid you."

"It's only been two or three days since you came back, but you've got quite a lot of news." Song Yunshen was too lazy to talk to him in a sarcastic tone. He said seriously, "You've been gone for three years. Don't you think someone need to be the vice president of Congting?"

Guo Jiamu did not answer.

Neon lights flashed outside the window, just like they did years ago.

"I thought I shouldn't have come back for the past three years."

Song Yunshen stopped tapping his knuckles for only five seconds and then continued tapping rhythmically. "What about now? Have you figured it out?"

"I can't." Guo Jiamu had never been beating around the bush with him.

"Then seize her." Song Yunshen was too lazy to take care of his pile of broken things, and today he attended the exchange meeting unprecedented was for two reasons. One was for Meng Zijin, and the other was to catch him and bring him back to Congting.

Guo Jiamu couldn't help rolling his eyes at him. "You're almost 30 years old. Can you speak less childishly? It's easy for you to say that. Why didn't I see you take Meng Zijin down."

Song Yunshen was speechless.

It was not a big deal to poke someone's sore spot.

It was too much to poke him twice.

"Vice Director Guo, don't poke your nose into my affairs."

Guo Jiamu replied, "You too."

"By the way, I'll stay at your place tonight." Guo Jiamu closed his eyes and didn't stand on ceremony with him at all.

"Okay, send me Meng Zijin's WeChat."

Guo Jiamu was speechless.

Possessed by the devil.

Still in the cold wind, Meng Zijin sneezed a few more times.

After a long while, Zheng Yuyu rushed over from the dormitory building. After standing firm, he was still gasping for breath. "Our department is on the hot search for school again, it's about Rose Goddess vs Business tycoon and Piano Prince, you are promising, Meng Zijin, 1v2!"

"Forget about it!" Meng Zijin wrapped her coat tightly around herself and shivered in the cold. "You provoked Guo Jiamu."

"No." Zheng Yuyu shook her index finger twice and said with a smile, "He could guess that I would not attend, but he still went."

"So?" Meng Zijin pulled Zheng Yuyu's hand down and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"So, it's also possible that he will go because of you." Zheng Yuyu approached her and deliberately changed the topic. "I'll live with you tonight."

"Indeed, he added my WeChat specially today. It seems that he wants to inquire about you through me in the future." Meng Zijin acquiesced in the latter sentence and began to hold her arm as they slowly walked out of the school gate.

Zheng Yuyu was distracted for a moment.

Yun Gang No. 17 was a neighborhood nearby. Meng Zijin just wanted to have a fresh experience and live alone, so she rented it for a year. It was not big, but not small either. The most important thing was that it was only ten minutes away from Yingcheng University.

When they got home, Meng Zijin habitually took out a bottle of fruit flavored cocktail from the refrigerator and handed it to Zheng Yuyu. "Drink some and go to bed early."

Zheng Yuyu couldn't help laughing, "That's it?"

Only Meng Zijin could get drunk by drinking fruit flavored cocktails.

"That's all," Meng Zijin emphasized. She took a pillow and put it behind her waist. "Drink it and go to sleep."

She took out her mobile phone to check the message, only to find that there was a new friend request in her contact list. Meng Zijin glanced at it and accepted it without thinking much.

In fact, Zheng Yuyu often came here, but it was the first time that she was in such a bad mood tonight. In order to accompany her, Meng Zijin naturally would not pick up her mobile phone again.

The two of them chatted for half the night. It was rare that Meng Zijin was not drunk.

Everyone felt sad when they grew up.

For example, when Zheng Yuyu was 12 years old, she was taken home by his biological parents. She turned from a noble princess to an ordinary girl.

For example, everyone envied the rose goddess, Meng Zijin. In fact, her favorite was not the piano.

Early the next morning, the two of them woke up from the carpet in the living room. They looked at each other and laughed out loud at the same time.

Today was Saturday, there was no class, and they shouldn't be upset.

"Dress up. I'll take you to see a male model today." On a whim, Zheng Yuyu gestured to Meng Zijin. "The kind without clothes."

Meng Zijin exclaimed, raised her eyebrows, and immediately understood.

Before going out, Meng Zijin picked up her mobile phone and habitually checked the information on it. She was a bit OCD and couldn't stand the little red dots with unread messages on her phone.

There were not many messages on WeChat, all of which had been received last night. However, there was a message from someone nicknamed "S".

[S]: See you the day after tomorrow.

Meng Zijin replied with a few question marks.

She suddenly remembered that this person was a new friend she had accepted last night. Out of politeness, Meng Zijin took the initiative to ask who he was.

The other party replied almost instantly-

[S]: Your senior brother.

Meng Zijin had expected that this person was deliberately playing dumb with her. Halfway through typing, she heard Zheng Yuyu wailing in the room. "Ah, Meng Zijin, come here and help me curl my eyelashes!"

Those who learned to play the piano were always faster than their brains.

She didn't reply, but put her phone into her bag. Meng Zijin entered the room and began to fix the makeup for Zheng Yuyu.

Meng Zijin had completely forgotten about the reply by the time she went out.

On the 22nd floor of the Congting, Song Yunshen, who was in the Office of the President, stared at "the other party is typing" several times.