After listening to Song Zhiyu's words, Deng Ru closed the document.
He pushed the document in front of Ji Wuyin and said, "Mr. Song is right. If Mr. Ji decides to withdraw from the bidding, then Deng can only express regret."
Ji Wuyin looked at the documents on the tea table and confiscated them.
"Mr. Song's words are indeed reasonable, but we have to look at the prerequisites." Ji Wuyin said, "Even if this project is given to Zhou, it will still be based on Ji's previous plan."
"Although Ji's team will no longer participate in the project, as Qingnan's lover, I will still help him."
Ji Wuyin took Zhou Qingnan's hand and moved close to him, with an intimate gesture.
Deng Ru pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and glanced back and forth between the two people's faces, as if he was judging the authenticity of what she just said.
Zhou Qingnan pinched Ji Wuyin's face and said, "Director Ji had other plans, so Ji had to withdraw from the bidding, but Yinyin really likes this project, so I don't want to let her down."
Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows and moved his gaze downwards, landing on her hand on Zhou Qingnan.
She always likes to catch people with her thumb inward and her little finger in the slit.
This way you can control the other person and feel safe.
"What do you think, Mr. Song?" Deng Ru called Song Zhiyu and asked.
Ji Wuyin's eyes moved to Song Zhiyu.
Behind the transparent glass wall is a tree of camellias with "Eighteen Bachelors" in them.
The petals are evenly arranged, with fine pink stripes randomly distributed on the pure pinkish white.
Beautiful and pure.
Song Zhiyu's whole figure seemed to be wrapped in flowers, but his temperament was completely different.
He said leisurely: "Although Mr. Ji and Mr. Zhou have a good relationship, our circle is special after all. Even getting married requires notarization of property first."
"This is the first time I've seen this kind of thing where a project is transferred just after falling in love."
His voice was not loud, but his casual tone was full of sarcasm.
Ji Wuyin looked at him with a cold face for a few seconds. Just as he was about to speak, his finger was suddenly pinched.
She turned and looked over.
Zhou Qingnan's eyes did not shift even a little. He looked at Deng Ru and said politely and courteously: "This matter is indeed a matter of whether we are sorry or not. Mr. Deng can make any other demands. The compensation conditions we proposed are always valid."
"My father has been ill recently, so Yinyin and I left first." After he finished speaking, he put away the documents that had been placed on the tea table since Song Zhiyu came, and no one cared about them.
Ji Wuyin followed Zhou Qingnan away. Feeling the gaze behind him, he raised his chin, reached out and grabbed Zhou Qingnan's coat in front of him, and naturally took his arm.
The door of the tea room was closed, and Song Zhiyu flattened the corners of his mouth, with a hint of attack in his lazy posture.
"It's not kind of Mr. Deng to use me as a gunman," he said jokingly.
Deng Ru poured him a cup of tea, and he knocked his hand on the table and made a scrawled kowtow.
"Don't Mr. Song want to know the true relationship between Mr. Ji and Mr. Zhou?" Deng Ru took a sip of tea, "Since Mr. Song has decided to go into business, he will inevitably have to deal with the Ji family and the Zhou family again in the future. The more you understand, the better. The odds.”
Song Zhiyu turned a deaf ear to his lies. Whatever he wanted to know, he would investigate it himself.
There is no need for others to trick me here.
However, Deng Ru can be regarded as his elder in terms of age.
So he took a sip of tea meaningfully and stood up.
"Thank you Mr. Deng for your hospitality today. I hope our next meeting will be in the conference hall where the contract is signed."
*
"Do you really want to see your dad?" Ji Wuyin asked, buckling up his seat belt.
Zhou Qingnan shook his head: "Go back to the company."
Ji Wuyin understood. She took the document back from Zhou Qingnan's bag and said, "Actually, if you leave this there, it won't have any impact."
"I'm not worried that Song Zhiyu is there." Zhou Qingnan said, "Just send an email to Deng Ru now."
"He can't read it." Ji Wuyin took out his phone, edited the email, and replied casually.
Zhou Qingnan rounded a corner and something strange flashed in his eyes, "You seem to know him very well?"
Ji Wuyin waved his hand and clicked 'send' directly.
"I guessed it." Ji Wuyin was very calm.
Zhou Qingnan glanced at her and said nothing more.
There is only one road out of the manor.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom followed the Mercedes-Benz in front of it not too far away.
Song Zhiyu pinned his earrings and stared at the car in front of him.
Through the car window, you can vaguely see the blurry figure on the passenger seat.
Thinking of her little action of pulling Zhou Qingnan's clothes just now, his eyes turned wild.
"Add some ingredients into the batch of medical supplies Zhou will send abroad recently." Song Zhiyu said, "Say hello to the customs and ask them to check carefully."
