Luo You suddenly felt like a large kilowatt light bulb, shining brightly.

She stood up angrily, "I'm leaving!"

"Hey, don't go."

Nan Song pulled her, "Isn't it easy to see old comrades again and stop talking about fifty cents?"

Luo You looked at Yu Jinwen, who was squinting in the video, his eyes almost growing on Nan Song's face, and snorted, "Come on, the friendship between us as comrades is not worth fifty cents, not even thirty cents! I know he is still alive.

That's fine, I wasn't sad when he died anyway, you two can talk about it."

Yu Jinwen: "Bye bye."

"..."

Luo You was speechless, raised his finger and pointed at Yu Jinwen, "Don't think you are the only one who has a partner! Humph!"

Then he shook his head and went to find a partner.

Nan Song smiled silently and sighed: "Your comradeship is too plastic. Is there anyone who values ​​sex over friends like you?"

"have."

Yu Jinwen didn't feel ashamed but felt proud, and then said: "I learned this from that boy Fu Yu."

Nan Song glanced at him and said, "You don't learn well."

Yu Jinwen: "Is he okay?"

"It seems not."

Nan Song thought for a while, "Just that face, it's still handsome."

"oh?"

Yu Jinwen raised his eyebrows silently, "Is he handsome, or am I handsome?"

"..."

Nan Song stared at him for three seconds, opened his mouth, looked at him for another three seconds, and closed his mouth.

I don’t know if the first ray of sunshine in the morning has a filter. Yu Jinwen stood there against the light, wearing a black sportswear, a white towel hanging around his neck, and a slight layer of fine hair on his square hair.

I was sweating, and the word "Ode" on my head was shining brightly.

Why is there always light in him?

Somehow, Nan Song suddenly thought of Ultraman Tiga.

"Cough." Nan Song was choked by her sudden second-level energy and swallowed.

Yu Jinwen came over with a smiling voice, "It seems that I am more interested in you."

"..."

Nan Song's face felt inexplicably hot, and he rolled his eyes, "Please give me some face, Mr. Yu."

As soon as he called "Mr. Yu", Nan Song remembered the business and immediately turned serious.

"By the way, I need to tell you about Yu's layoffs... When you come back, I can return it to you, Yu."

Yu Jinwen said: "You have done a good job as President Yu, I think you can continue to do so."

Nan Song frowned, "Yu Jinwen, what do you mean?"

"I......"

"You are really shameless when I say you are shameless. I have been thinking about you saving me these past few days, and I am thinking about you just coming back. I haven't settled the score with you!"

Nan Song, who had been holding back the anger for several days, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, stared at Yu Jinwen with a serious face, and sprayed the camera, "What do you mean by leaving that suicide note? Give me a house, give me a gift."

, you also gave me the shares of Yushi and asked me to take over from you and become the president of Yushi. I was really stunned at that time. Did you ask me for my opinion? It was like throwing away everything to me like a shopkeeper.

You think you’re cool, don’t you?”

Yu Jinwen: "I..."

"What are you!"

Nan Song was furious, "I tell you Yu Jinwen, you are so irresponsible, there is no one like you! Who do you think I am? I am your ex-wife, not your daughter-in-law. Do you have the right to leave me an inheritance?"

?Do I care about your legacy? Not only did you leave me a legacy, but you also wrote me letters, and what else... what crappy letters! Three letters! What kind of great writer do you think you are?

As for your poor writing style, let me tell you, I didn’t cry at all. I laughed and laughed. I laughed so hard at you! I laughed so much that tears came out..."

As she cursed, she thought of the three letters. It felt as if a tube of mustard had been suddenly squeezed into her nose, which made her eyes hurt.

Across the screen, Yu Jinwen stared at her intently, intently.

"I'm sorry." he said.

"I'm sorry!"

Nan Song's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Yu Jinwen, you are a fucking bastard! A complete bastard!"

She hung up the phone, her hands shook silently, she clenched her fists, then slowly let go, and wiped away her tears.

The video call came again.

Nan Song subconsciously wanted to hang up, but accidentally picked up the answer. Looking at the face that appeared in front of her again, she said angrily: "You haven't heard enough scolding, have you?"

"I'm sorry, Xiao Song."

Yu Jinwen lowered his voice and stopped joking on his face, "I know you are angry with me, and I also know that you have shouldered too much for me since I left. It is the tradition of the successors of the Yu family to leave a suicide note.

It was just to prevent accidents from happening. The suicide note I left at that time, and the three letters, were also because I was afraid that if something happened to me, I would leave you something. I don’t have many things, and I have nothing to give you, so that’s all I have

All I can give you."

Nan Song stared at him and said nothing.

Yu Jinwen twitched his lips and said, "Don't worry, now that I'm back, I won't let you shoulder so many things alone."

"Then you let me continue to be the president of the Yu family!"

Nan Song said angrily: "I have to be busy with both the Nan family and the Yu family. I'm exhausted! I can't wait to be split in half!"

As he talked, he felt aggrieved.

"I know, I know, it's my fault. I'm back."

Yu Jinwen coaxed her over and over again, his anxious face almost touching the screen, "What I mean is that the shares of Yu's are still yours, and the position of president is also yours. I'll work for you, and I'll be your assistant."

, leave all the dirty work to me, you can be the boss. Okay, leader?"

"..."

When Nan Song heard this, he laughed angrily, "Get out! Who is your leader? Do I need an assistant?"

Seeing Nan Song smile, Yu Jinwen felt a little relieved, and the muscles on his face were no longer so tense.

He changed his hand to hold the phone and hummed softly, "I know you are not lacking, but the combined abilities of Gu Heng and He Zhao should not be better than mine. I can do the work of several people by myself. You just need

Just give me a salary if you need to."

Nan Song: “Do you still want salary?”

"It's okay if you don't want to."

Yu Jinwen had no principles at all, "President Nan just gives me a bite of rice."

"Nonsense, you are hungry."

Nan Song glared at him, but the anger in his heart was almost gone. As long as he returned the position of CEO of the Yu family, there was nothing else he could say.

The two talked about the recent layoffs again, and Yu Jinwen said: "Compared with these, there is something that needs to be dealt with immediately."

Nan Song: "What's the matter?"

"About those photos, they were in the news."

Nan Song frowned slightly. If Yu Jinwen hadn't reminded her, she would have almost forgotten that those photos of her were still hanging online.
Chapter completed!