Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 243 Please Let Me Free a Meal 12

When Song Xianyin woke up the next day, the room was silent.

She glanced outside the curtain; there was no trace of Song's father anymore, and everything had been put back in its original place.

The sunlight shone in from outside, but it didn't give people a feeling of warmth.

Song Xianyin put on a jacket for herself.

Just then, her phone rang. Song Xianyin glanced at it and saw that it was Gao Zeming calling.

"Mr. Gao."

Gao Zeming paused upon hearing the other person's voice: "Excuse me, Ms. Song, are you still sleeping?"

The bodyguard carefully placed the coffee on the table.

Since Miss Song left, the president seems to have been in a worse mood.

"It's alright, Mr. Gao, I'm already up."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Gao Zeming's irritation suddenly vanished.

He called her, but didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Gao, how have you been these past few days?"

Gao Zeming took a sip of coffee and said honestly, "Ms. Song, to be honest, I haven't had a very good time these past few days."

"why?"

Gao Zeming sighed: "At this time, as long as I look out the window, I can see you repairing cars in the garden, but there's nothing in the garden these past two days."

Song Xianyin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It's like dismantling a car, isn't it?"

The Gao family didn't have cars that badly damaged for her to repair; she always took them apart first and then learned how to fix them.

"Habit is a terrible thing." Gao Zeming felt a bit melancholy, much like the weather today.

"Miss Song, is it because I broke your father's leg that we are no longer friends?"

Gao Zeming finally asked the question.

But he always felt that there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. Paying back debts is a matter of course, and if he didn't have money, he would use other things to pay it off.

But since this matter involves her, it makes this perfectly correct thing seem somewhat wrong.

"President, we can get him a prosthetic leg; technology is so advanced these days," the bodyguard said, eagerly brainstorming ideas.

He never imagined that one day they would be putting prosthetics on people like this.

Hearing Gao Zeming say that, Song Xianyin felt extremely guilty.

“Mr. Gao, actually Song Xuanran and I both dislike him quite a bit. We only called him here because we think he’s still somewhat useful.”

The gloom on Gao Zeming's face vanished, and he smiled and said, "So that's how it is. Actually, Miss Song could have just said it directly, so as to avoid making him unhappy."

Gao Zeming handed the empty cup to the bodyguard in a good mood.

"Miss Song, are you still going to study? I promised you before, and I won't go back on my word."

The bodyguard's lips twitched as he watched Gao Zeming's mood suddenly improve.

They've been talking so much these past two days that their mouths are dry, but the CEO's expression hasn't changed at all.

Miss Song said a few words this time, and he smiled like a flower. What a double standard.

They talked for an unknown amount of time, with Gao Zeming's laughter constantly echoing from the room.

"That sounds interesting, I suddenly feel like giving it a try."

"Miss Song, I'm so glad to know that you haven't been deceived in your feelings. You won't be angry."

The bodyguards outside the room were standing haphazardly.

They exchanged a glance and silently rolled their eyes.

"Finally, I can get a good night's sleep tonight."

“He made me move that pile of car repair stuff out yesterday. I had to go back and forth several times. It was exhausting.”

"Then can the CEO throw away all those books on treating love-struck disorder?"

"Let him throw it away himself."

Before long, the entire Gao family knew that Song Xianyin would be coming over to fix the car.

Gao Zeming specifically had his bodyguards tow back several damaged cars, as well as several racing cars, which should be enough for her to repair.

Song Xianyin's eyes lit up when she saw the broken cars in the garden, and she picked up her tools and got to work.

Gao Zeming watched her repair the car from the side.

"Mr. Gao, Miss Song is indeed very talented," the teacher praised.

Gao Zeming nodded, his eyes crinkling into a smile: "Miss Song is very smart."

Song Xianyin felt the same way; she suspected that she might have been a car mechanic in her past life.

Many people find the smell of gasoline unpleasant, but she really enjoys it; she was born to work in the auto repair industry.

"Miss Song, why don't you rest for a while? There's no rush," Gao Zeming advised.

But Song Xianyin wouldn't listen to any advice. She huddled under the car, busy with her own things.

The bodyguard said from the side, "President, Miss Song is here but she's ignoring you."

What difference does it make whether you come or not?

Gao Zeming found them a bit too annoying, and he looked at them and said, "You guys go ahead and do your work."

He was having a good time, and they're here to dampen his spirits.

I don't understand the psychology of people who like to spoil the fun.

Except when she was drinking water, Song Xianyin was repairing cars, while Gao Zeming was working at the table next to her.

After learning that Song Xianyin wasn't love-struck, Gao Zeming also realized that everything before was part of her plan.

As expected of Miss Song, she did soften her heart a little later on.

“Miss Song, I think you will definitely become the world’s best car mechanic in the future.” Gao Zeming handed the water to Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin took the water, a little embarrassed: "I've only been learning for a short time."

This is too exaggerated.

Gao Zeming said sincerely, "My previous car broke down, and it would take them a long time to repair, but you fixed it in no time."

Song Xianyin blushed a little from the praise and cleared her throat: "Maybe my talent is indeed better than theirs."

It's also possible that those people are just dawdling.

Gao Zeming had never actually seen those people repair cars; when a car broke down, the bodyguards would tow it over. But he knew how to praise someone in a way that would make them happy.

It was almost dark, but the garden lights were on, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The aroma of food wafted from the villa, and Song Xianyin suddenly felt hungry.

"Miss Song, please finish your meal before you leave. Knowing you were coming today, they specially prepared your favorite dishes." Gao Zeming smiled and extended his hand to her.

Song Xianyin didn't hesitate for a second and immediately agreed.

As for Song Xuanran, he's probably in a clothing store right now. She doesn't know why he likes buying clothes so much.

Last year, she went shopping with him, and her legs were so weak when she woke up the next day.

"Wrap all of these up for me," Song Xuanran said with a serious expression.

"Oh, call me when it's ready."

“Mr. Song, you can leave your phone number, we…”

"No need, I want to come and pick it up myself."

"Okay Mr. Song."

It was already time for the shift change, but the sales assistant was reluctant to give up. These were all her orders, and she was going to make a fortune this month.

Looking at the overflowing bags, Song Xuanran felt this was the happiest moment of his life.

When he was little, he wore clothes that other children had worn, and he suffered a lot of ridicule from his peers because of those tattered clothes.

Now, he's going to take them all back!