Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 275 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 38

Song Jingheng smiled and pretended to know nothing when he picked up the phone. He asked in a gentle tone, "Hey, baby, what's wrong?"

He lowered his eyes and listened to the question from the other side. After hesitating for a moment, he patiently replied with a frown, "Yes, I remember it was in the study room. It should be in the drawer on the left side of the desk."

His fingertips tapped the edge of the tablet intermittently. The curve of Song Jingheng's lips narrowed a little, and he asked with a smile: "Why did you suddenly think of that paintbrush? Don't you never use it?"

"Because the one I had was broken."

As Qing Wan said this, she took out her hairy paintbrush from the side and frowned in disdain, "I told you I shouldn't change brands. The new ones aren't very good."

Song Jingheng chuckled, "I'll come back and bring you new ones, okay?"

"Yeah." Qing Wan nodded and then asked a few other questions casually, then turned and walked towards the study.

Since she came here, she had only stepped into Song Jingheng's study twice, and both times were very short. He would always coax her out without saying a word and then lock the door again.

Today, Qing Wan entered a password and opened the door. Song Jingheng then said, "It's been a long time since it was cleaned in here. There's a lot of dust. Baby, take your things and go out. I'll have someone clean it up when I come back."

Qing Wan nodded in response, said goodbye, hung up the phone, and went to the place he pointed. She opened the drawer and saw that it contained not only the paintbrushes she had used, but also some daily gadgets.

They are all kept intact and clean in boxes, and are stored neatly and beautifully.

This shouldn't be strange, but the problem is that these are things that Qingwan once lost.

She frowned slightly, and her cell phone rang again. It was a message from Song Jingheng.

[Oh, baby, I forgot to tell you, there are a lot of little things in there, all of which you played with before and didn't put away. I just put them in there, so it might be a little messy. Look underneath, they should be in there.]

Song Jingheng stared at the surveillance camera and held his breath slightly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see any disgust on Qing Wan's face.

He watched her find the paintbrush, and without staying any longer, he stood up and left the study. Song Jingheng wanted to continue watching her, but the driver in the front seat suddenly reminded him, "Sir, we're here."

The car stopped in front of an old house that was simple and luxurious. The servants stood on both sides of the door with their heads down and remained silent. In the silence, an old man in a suit and tie, who looked energetic, came over and personally opened the car door for Song Jingheng.

"Welcome home, sir."

Song Jingheng slightly lowered his eyebrows, his eyes showing indifference. He picked up the tablet with the screen off in his hand and strode straight into the depths of the house.

Therefore, he did not see Qing Wan on the other side of the screen come back and push open the door of the study hesitantly.

A chat interface on the phone she was holding was still lit, and the last sentence from the other party was reminding her to check Song Jingheng's computer.

She seemed a little hesitant, her eyes moved around the study, and finally fell on the computer on the desk.

He walked straight over and finally opened the combination lock after some effort. Of course, this was naturally thanks to 001. Otherwise, who could have cracked the password of this genius of the time?

The computer interface is very clean, and there is no entertainment software except some academic software.

Qing Wan searched for a long time before finding some clues in a file called "Personal Information".

There was a folder specifically for storing videos. When she clicked it, a flood of videos appeared in front of her. There were about a hundred of them, each of which was quite long and clearly looked like they were captured by surveillance cameras.

Qing Wan, who had known all this for a long time, still pretended to be surprised and widened her eyes, because she knew that there were surveillance cameras in the study, so her character naturally could not be ruined.

So she turned pale and randomly clicked on a few videos to watch. They were all surveillance videos of her life in the rental house. Except for the bathroom, every corner was covered.

Zhuang He is right.

Qing Wan seemed to be severely frightened by this scene. She covered her mouth and staggered, her eyes trembling with fear.

Not only that, she also found a large number of secretly photographed photos on this computer. Other people who accidentally appeared in the photos were either blurred out by him or had a cross drawn on their faces in annoyance.

After a quick look, there are probably thousands of them.

Most of the angles are innocent, as if they were taken just because they liked the photos so much, but there are also a few that focus on highlighting her neck, waist and all the exposed skin.

The ardent desire and thirsty emotions are vividly displayed through the lens.

At the same time, on the other side, Song Jingheng repeatedly held back his temper, while the elegant and well-maintained beautiful woman sitting opposite him slowly lowered her eyes and took a sip of coffee, giving him an ultimatum.

"I won't stop you from raising any little thing, but if you want to get married, that's absolutely impossible."

Song Jingheng's mother Qi Fengyue spoke in a cold voice, and her beautiful long eyes were full of coldness and indifference, as if the person sitting opposite her was not her only son, but some difficult partner to negotiate with.

No matter how unhappy Song Jingheng was with that statement, Qi Fengyue said directly: "The youngest daughter of the Zhang family will be here later. You should get ready and meet her. Pick a suitable time and settle the matter."

"Is this what you asked me to come for?"

There was a heavy sense of hostility between Song Jingheng's brows, and his long eyes were full of disgust. He stood up and prepared to leave.

But as he moved, the bodyguards who had been protecting him also turned around and blocked all the ways with expressionless faces.

With a soft "bang" sound, Qi Fengyue put the coffee in her hand on the table, lowered her eyelids, and said indifferently: "Ah Heng, you'd better be obedient, otherwise, your little pet hidden at home-"

As soon as she mentioned Qing Wan, Song Jingheng turned his head abruptly, his dark pupils surging with extreme anger, and the scarlet at the corners of his eyes spread, making him look like a murderous evil ghost, which was terrifying.

"What did you do to her?!"

The hoarse growl was filled with unconcealed panic, and this reaction really stunned Qi Fengyue for a moment. After all, she knew how indifferent Song Jingheng had been since he was a child. It seemed that he would remain indifferent even if the sky fell.

But now, just mentioning Qing Wan can make him lose control to this extent. What will he do if he knows that all the little secrets he has been hiding are probably discovered?

The contact information that Zhuang He gave to Qing Wan was Qi Fengyue's, because Qi Fengyue didn't want a daughter-in-law with such a small family and a bad reputation, so forcing her to leave on her own would be the best way.

So when Zhuang He came to her for cooperation, she readily agreed, which led to their current conversation.

Qi Fengyue's thoughts were in turmoil, but she immediately suppressed the emotion that was revealed, and looked at her son with a smile and sarcasm in her eyes.

"Of course I won't do anything to her. I'll just tell her some facts. Since you want to marry her, shouldn't she know everything about you?"