Married on behalf of a famous family: Mr. Bo, get a divorce!

If it was just an ordinary grassroots position, then Meng Shiman would definitely not be surprised.

But when she first came up, she was the secretary who worked on the same office floor as Song Hanyue, and the immediate leader was Mr. Song's confidant, Qi's special assistant. She felt that this was really an honor.

After Meng Shiman finished asking, Song Hanyue pursed her thin lips and looked at her gentlemanly: "I look like I'm joking?"

She shook her head busy: "It doesn't look like it."

"So, it's true, Ms. Meng can report to LK's HR department next Monday, and enter the job on time."

"Mr. Song, thank you so much, I will work hard."

"You don't need to thank me. Ms. Meng performed very well in the interview. You deserve it."

Meng Shiman smiled embarrassedly, then turned her head to look at Ye Jingjing, and made a "meh" mouth gesture to her.

Ye Jingjing, "..."

Lunch started soon, Song Hanyue's eyes fell on Ye Jingjing's face from time to time, but she always looked back when she raised her eyes to look at him.

Meng Shiman is a ghost, and she sees such a scene clearly.

She was silently sorry in her heart.

It's a pity... Jingjing is married, and her husband is Mr. Bo who is one level better than Mr. Song.

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After dinner, Song Hanyue sent Ye Jingjing and Meng Shiman out of the restaurant. He arranged for Qi Ming to send Meng Shiman back to school, but left Ye Jingjing behind. Ye Jingjing and Meng Shiman did not understand what this meant.

But Ye Jingjing didn't say no, Meng Shiman naturally understood that she wanted to make things clear to Song Hanyue.

Soon, Meng Hanyue and Ye Jingjing were left at the entrance of the restaurant.

The man lifted his foot to the side of the car, opened the passenger door for her, and looked at her with a kind and gentle face: "Jingjing, get in the car, let's talk."

She nodded and stepped into the car.

Song Hanyue drove a black Bentley.

Although it is not as good as Mr. Bo's Bugani Veyron, it is still one of the luxury cars.

The performance is very good, and it should be comfortable to sit on, but for some reason, Ye Jingjing feels like she's sitting on pins and needles.

Song Hanyue didn't speak a word, and the car drove at a moderate speed.

Until 10 minutes later, the car was still driving on the horse.

Ye Jingjing looked at Song Hanyue incomprehensibly, and asked him, "Where... do you want to go?"

"high school."

Ye Jingjing, "..."

They lived on campus when they were in high school. It took about 40 minutes to get from the restaurant to the high school. Ye Jingjing looked at Song Hanyue: "What are you doing at school?"

"Let's talk later."

Ye Jingjing frowned, she was not stupid, she could probably guess what he wanted to do, so the woman said directly: "Stop."

The man tilted his head and glanced at her: "Jingjing, I just want to say a few words to you."

"Stop, I have something to tell you too."

"Okay, I'll find a suitable place and park."

Ye Jingjing pursed her lips and didn't speak any more.

Two minutes later, the car stopped, Song Hanyue turned her head to look at the woman sitting in the co-pilot, and said softly, "What do you want to say to me?"

Ye Jingjing met his gaze and said bluntly, "I'm married."

In an instant, the man's complexion inevitably turned ugly, and in this ugly look, there was also a bit of surprise...and disbelief.

All his words were blocked by her sentence "I'm married".

In the small carriage, it was quiet for a long time, and then Song Hanyue finally spoke, with a faint voice that made people unable to distinguish emotions: "When, with whom?"