"And then take the bus from school back to Xinghui Apartment?" Zhang Hao laughed.

"..." Song Lingling was taken aback.

"Get in the car, I'm just going to the Xinghui apartment."

"Thank you." Song Lingling was also embarrassed to refuse.

After she got into the car, Zhang Hao said: "I know everything about me and Jing Shao."

"Jing Yijun and I are classmates."

Zhang Hao tilted his head and glanced at her with a smile: "Is it as simple as a classmate?"

"I…"

Just as Song Lingling opened her mouth, she belatedly thought about her relationship with Jing Yijun, so she doesn't need to explain it to anyone, right?

Seeing that she wanted to explain but didn't, Zhang Hao smiled.

The two were silent for a while, Zhang Hao said: "After the cooperation contract with the Song Corporation expires, I don't plan to continue signing new cooperation plans."

"The Song Corporation is in a state of crisis right now, when it is short of funds. If you don't cooperate with it, won't it withdraw from the rivers and lakes?"

"The times are constantly changing, and the size of the Song Corporation has always been in a state of not wanting to make progress. It can no longer meet the requirements of our group."

"Yes." Song Lingling replied, she didn't understand business matters.

But she felt that what Zhang Hao said was reasonable. It was normal for the Song family to be eliminated because they didn't want to make progress.

She remembered that three years ago, the sales volume and reputation of a certain mobile phone could be said to be popular all over the world.

But three years later, it was defeated by today's smartphones, and there is no possibility of turning over.

Song's business model is the same as that of a certain mobile phone manufacturer. It has always maintained tradition. Song Kaiming thinks it is traditional, but he does not know that in the eyes of the times, it is backward.

Products that cannot keep up with the times will be eliminated by consumers. No matter how much Song Kaiming maintains the tradition, it is useless.

If he doesn't change the company's operations, no matter how much money he borrows, it will be useless.

However, Song Lingling didn't care about these things.

Whether Song Kaiming is rich or not has nothing to do with her?

She really has no interest in whether Zhang Hao cooperates with the Song family.

Song's bankruptcy, at most Ai Lian and her children have no capital to be arrogant, and it has little impact on her.

The car stopped at the door of Xinghui's apartment. As soon as Song Lingling took off her security belt, Zhang Hao came around and opened the car door for her himself.

Song Lingling came out, raised her head, looked at Zhang Hao, and moved very quickly.

Song Lingling came down, but Zhang Hao didn't intend to back down.

He didn't back away, and Song Lingling couldn't leave because his body was stuck here.

She had no choice but to stand there, looking at Zhang Hao with a chuckle.

Zhang Hao's eyes were deep, and his eyes were flowing.

Song Lingling smiled and said, "Master Zhang, do you have something to tell me?"

Zhang Hao pursed his lips and said, "From the moment you came to my house, I have liked you since the first time I saw you."

"Is it love at first sight?"

"yes."

"But I don't have much hope and sense of security about love at first sight."

"I just let you know that I don't hate you. I don't dare to think about anything else." No matter how bold he was, he would not dare to rob the son of the president of Jiahua Group for a woman.

"Thank you for your kindness." Song Lingling said politely.

Zhang Hao stepped back and turned sideways: "It's getting late, you go in."

Song Lingling nodded: "Thank you."

She walked forward, and there were steps in front of her. She accidentally knocked her foot, staggered, and almost fell down.

Zhang Hao quickly stretched out his arm to hold her, with a look of nervousness in his eyes: "Are you okay?"

Song Lingling smiled: "It's okay."

Zhang Hao let go of her: "Be careful."

"Thank you." Song Lingling's eyes were clear and bright, she looked at Zhang Hao sincerely and said.

Zhang Hao: "Go in."

"En." Song Lingling responded, turned around and walked into the community.

Zhang Hao stood there looking at her back. He didn't get into the car until her back disappeared from sight, and said to the driver, "Go home."

The girl he's attracted to doesn't belong to him. In the future, he won't come to this place again.

He sincerely wished that she and Jing Shao could blossom and bear fruit and be happy.

As soon as Song Lingling got home, she received an international long-distance call from Jing Yijun.

As soon as she heard the other party's voice, Song Lingling reflexively pushed back: "Jing Yijun, why are you calling me?"

Just after she finished speaking, she remembered that the person talking to her on the phone was not the ordinary Jing Yijun, but sister Jiajia's son!

Song Lingling softened her tone immediately, and said with a smile, "Young Master Jing, what's the matter?"

On the other end of the phone, Jing Yijun's voice did not come immediately, probably because he was startled by Song Lingling's gentle voice.

People who usually don't know what gentleness is, suddenly become gentle, can it not be scary?

There must be a demon in everything that happens!

Jing Yijun asked solemnly, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat." Song Lingling sat on the sofa upright, it felt like Gu Jiajia was sitting opposite her.

good…

nervous!

"Not going to study at night?"

"No."

"Go to the hospital to see grandma?"

"Look." Song Lingling was a good boy who answered every question.

"Are you at home or in the hospital?"

"At home..." Why are you so long-winded? Check her whereabouts?

"Did you take a bath?" The other party asked again, and the voice sounded inexplicably gentle.

Song Lingling straightened her waist, what the hell?

"Washed." She said quietly.

Then, the other party stopped talking.

Song Lingling waited for quite a while, but Jing Yijun didn't speak. If she didn't hear a slight voice from over there, she thought he had hung up.

"Jing Shao, you..." Why didn't you speak?

"You should call me by my name. It sounds awkward when you say these two words." Jing Yijun said calmly.

"..." Awkward? What's so awkward about the word Jing Shao? How about...Master Jing?

"You have nothing to ask me?" Jing Yijun asked dumbfounded.

"Ask what?" Song Lingling blinked and asked in confusion.

"My mother is your idol."

"Oh..." Song Lingling pursed her lips, and said nonchalantly, "You have reasons for concealing your identity. I know your reasons, so why ask?"

"What difficulties do I have?" Jing Yijun's mellow and melodious laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"You don't want the female classmates at school to pester you, you want to study in a quiet environment." Song Lingling thought she was authentic.

"You are really considerate."

"Master Jing, you called me just to tell me about these unhealthy things?" Song Lingling sat down on the sand.

He raised the foot that stepped on the empty steps just now and rubbed it. The movement was not too big just now, so why did he sprain his foot?

"I called you because I missed you." A soft and low voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Huh?" Song Lingling stopped, her ears turned red.

"Didn't hear you clearly?"

"Listen, I heard clearly, but I just can't believe it..."

Swallowing, Song Lingling plucked up the courage to ask, "You, are you confessing your love to me?"

"My flight next Wednesday."

"..." Don't drag the topic so far, okay? She couldn't get her head around.

"Are you coming to pick me up?"

"No." She wants to go to class, what to pick up.