Song Shi came to the new world, and after quickly receiving the memories, he was confused.
Parents, biological sisters, uncle’s family, third uncle’s family, sister-in-law’s family, grandparents, uncles, college friends, brothers who grew up together
For the same task, the most he has to compensate for other scumbags is his entire family. You are such a bitch, but you didn't expect to be so cruel to your own family!
There is no doubt that the scumbag king.
in this way,
In this case, don't blame him for cutting through the mess quickly.
At this moment, the phone rang, a very official ringtone.
He picked it up and took a look. The word 'Yu Chan' danced on it like a reminder, making his eyelids twitch wildly.
There is no doubt that this is the Bai Yueguang whom Yuan Zha has loved and silently guarded his whole life.
Licking the dog!
Licking until there is nothing left!
Relatives have not interacted with each other for a long time, and his own family has died. He also left the business empire built by his ancestors to Bai Yueguang's son and daughter.
Thinking of the last scene in my memory: In the luxurious and white ward, the old Yuanzha was lying on the bed. His cloudy eyes swept over the faces of the young men and women beside the bed one by one, and finally stopped at the sight of the tall and handsome man exuding radiance all over his body. The middle-aged man with mature charm held the sad and crying little woman in his arms, leaving a sentence on the face: "Xiaochan, I can see you crying for me in this life, I have no regrets", then he closed his eyes with a smile and contentment. .
Song Shi felt that his fists were hard.
Are you satisfied with a family, family, and career in exchange for a few tears?
Have you asked Lu Ping for her opinion?
With a smile on your face, you should die with your eyes closed until you die, this scumbag like you should end up!
The phone rang a few times before being picked up.
"Hello"
Song Shi sat on the boss's chair and spoke lazily.
However, there was only a faint sound of breathing in the receiver, and no one spoke.
If it were the original dregs, he would have been anxious already.
The other party didn't say anything and just let him guess.
Song Shike couldn't bear to waste his brain cells, so he muttered "I pressed the wrong button" and hung up.
Opposite me, Yu Chan was letting her emotions ferment: ".?"
There was confusion in her eyes, and she was obviously unresponsive.
Soon Song Shi received a second call.
"Hey, Ah Shi, it's me."
A voice as soft as the wind came to my ears.
There is also a touch of sadness, like smoke and fog, lingering around.
"Are you busy lately?"
Song Shi glanced at the documents piled on half of his desk, "It's quite busy."
As the heir of this generation of the old Song family, he had already taken over the company and developed it from a company that was about to close down to a large business group now covering various industries. He wished he could break a minute in half to use it.
Being busy is normal, right?
Yu Chan choked and bit her lip, "That's it, then I won't disturb your work."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard the secretary's voice reminding him of the meeting from the other side.
Then the phone hung up.
Song Shi completed the meeting according to the process in Yuan Zha's memory, and signed notes in the office for several hours. His hands were sore from writing.
I looked at my phone and saw that it was finally time to get off work.
He picked up his suit, opened the door and went out.
Secretary Li quickly stood up and asked, "President, do you need anything?"
Song Shi's expression was uncertain, "Nothing, I'll leave first."
As the CEO, he doesn't get extra overtime pay, so of course he's a bit of a jerk.
Money is earned endless.
There are only a few decades in this life, so why waste your limited time on endless and boring overtime work.
After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "If you have nothing to do, just pack up and get off work."
After that, he strode away.
Secretary Li and the other two monks were left scratching their heads.
"What's wrong, boss? You're leaving so early today?"
The key is to let them get off work.
Is it possible that we have an appointment? A good mood?
Thinking of Ms. Yu from Minghua Group, someone sighed, "Since ancient times, heroes have always had a hard time with beauty. Our Bingshan CEO cannot escape this law."
"It's OK that the beautiful woman has her own owner."
"Our president is so pitiful."
"Pity? Haha, do you, a little secretary with a salary of less than one million a year, have the right to pity the president?"
This is really heartbreaking to say!
Not to mention other people, even Secretary Li himself wants to be single with hundreds of billions but never get love.
Is it because the game is not easy to play or because the brothers are not strong enough? Why bother guessing the seabed needles? If you really can’t use up all your brain cells, you can work overtime!
Here, Song Shi had already returned home in a black, low-key global limited edition customized luxury car that could not even earn eight figures.
The Song family's old house is on the mountain. In order to make it easier to go to work, Yuan Zha has been living in an apartment in the city center. Although it is an apartment, it is a full 500 square meters. All the configurations are top-notch. The house is spotless, and the kitchen is even more so. It was so clean that I couldn't even find a pair of chopsticks.
The refrigerator was empty.
The only edible thing in the whole house was the cabinet of expensive red wine.
At once.
Thinking that Yuan Zha was a maniac who worked overtime and had three meals a day plus midnight snacks in the company, he rolled his eyes helplessly.
The problem of eating is huge and there is no need to wait for a moment.
He immediately called back to his old home.
Mr. Song came in from the garden on crutches. When he saw his second son standing in front of the phone with a strange look on his face, he casually asked: "Who is calling?"
"Uh, it's Ah Shi."
"Ah Shi?" Mr. Song frowned and his expression became serious, "What did you say?"
Ah Shi's child was precocious and indifferent since he was a child. He would not call home easily. If something really happened, he would discuss it directly with him.
Song Jian'an touched his nose, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh. He had to bear it with a ferocious look on his face: "Ah Shi said to ask Sister He to come over and help with the cooking."
Now Mr. Song was even more surprised.
Cook?
His unworldly grandson still has to eat, right? Isn’t that guy Ah Shi the most annoyed by the presence of outsiders in his private space?
How come this problem is cured?
Thinking of something else, he hurriedly called the housekeeper, "Has Ah Shi been meeting that Yu Chan recently?"
The housekeeper nodded, "I heard that I met him several times."
Mr. Song frowned, dropped his crutch heavily on the floor, and stared at his second son with dissatisfaction, "You wander around outside all day long and don't care about your son's marriage. Do you think you are a real father?"
Song Jianan cowered like a quail, shrinking his neck and muttering in a low voice: "It sounds like Dad, you can control Ah Shi."
After speaking, I glanced at him carefully and quickly, "I don't dare to do it anyway."
Doesn't he want to show off his dignity as a father?
But the economic lifeline is in the hands of that kid. If he dares to point fingers at the brat, the brat can cut off his wallet and limbs.
Can't afford to offend.
Seeing that Mr. Song was about to come over with a crutch, he quickly jumped two steps away, hiding with his head while trying to persuade the old man, "Dad, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. I enjoy the blessings regardless of my children and grandchildren. You are so old and still worry so much." What are you doing? Eat and drink when you should. If you are really bored, you can go to a disco. Only when you have a good attitude can you live longer. Look at me, I don’t care about anything. I don’t look like I am in my fifties. people."
"Unfilial son! You unfilial thing! I will beat you to death!"
A full-on martial arts show took place in the living room.
On the stairs, a middle-aged woman wearing gold and silver looked at all this with cold eyes, her eyes full of resentment and dissatisfaction.
If the second child had not given birth to a good son with such virtue, he would have been kicked out of the Song family long ago. Obviously they are the eldest son, and her son should inherit the company's orthodoxy.
if
Women would gnash their teeth and not look up to others like they do now.
His hazy eyes swept across the living room.
Better kill that loser!
(End of chapter)
