"What did Miss Wen say?" Xiang Chen said, "You said it too. It was just an angry comment. There is no need to apologize specifically."
He blocked all Wen Shuya's words, called his secretary, and sent her to the elevator.
After doing this, Xiang Chen returned to the office and asked Gu Jingting, "Mr. Gu, do you need to give instructions to the security department to strengthen management in this area in the future?"
In fact, Gu Jingting had a similar idea before, but the cooperation between Gu and Wen was relatively deep, so it would not be good if the trouble was too ugly.
So Gu Jingting endured it.
But Wen Shuya's behavior today obviously touched Gu Jingting's bottom line. Xiang Chen observed his words and took the initiative to strengthen his defense against Wen Shuya.
Gu Jingting responded, "Well, tell me to go down."
"OK."
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As for Gu Dajing's funeral, it is actually very simple to deal with it. He has no relatives, so there is no need for condolences or anything like that.
All you need to do is cremate the body and finally find a place to bury it properly.
But Song Qiao felt that Gu Dajing left suddenly and couldn't handle his posthumous affairs so simply, so he still went through all the procedures.
On the day of the burial, Song Qiao left the two children to Momo to look after, and he and Mrs. An went to the cemetery to see him off for the last time.
Aunt An was sitting in front of Gu Dajing's tombstone, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself.
"Oh, what a good person..."
"Why, why is it gone?"
"Ojing, you will have a good time there."
Aunt An's nagging voice blew into Song Qiao's ears with the fine wind. Her mood had calmed down a lot compared to the beginning.
But now listening to Aunt An's crying, I still feel a little sad.
In fact, Song Qiao was once attracted to Gu Dajing, and even thought that if he behaved well in the future, he might let the two children get to know him.
It's a pity that this heartbeat was killed before it even had time to sprout.
Now there is only a touch of regret left.
Song Qiao knelt down, placed the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, brushed his fingers over Gu Dajing's name, and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, I still owe you a lot of wages."
In the past, in order to raise enough money for Qiqi’s surgery, I would deliberately find excuses to withhold it every time.
Later, after Qiqi's surgery was successful, Song Qiao was busy with work again. In addition, Gu Dajing didn't ask for it from her, so naturally he didn't give it to her.
Song Qiao has been busy these days and is taking advantage of the night to do some calculations.
There are actually a few tens of thousands.
Song Qiao smiled softly and whispered, "I won't return this money to you. After all, it's not cost-effective to burn it in paper money, so I'll just treat it as... giving you the child support for the two of them."
"Fathers are expected to pay hundreds of thousands, but you only make so little, and you make a lot of money."
Song Qiao's voice was very soft, and it sounded vaguely in Mrs. An's ears. She was a little unsure. When she looked back at Song Qiao, she saw that her lips hadn't moved, so she thought she had heard wrong.
Aunt An wiped her tears, helped Song Qiao to stand up, and said, "Miss Song, don't be too sad. There is no resurrection after death. We still have to live a good life."
"You're right." Song Qiao smiled, "Let's go back."
Qiqi and Xiaotang were still in Momona. This person had no problems at work, but was careless in life. Song Qiao was really worried that something would go wrong.
Aunt An nodded and left with Song Qiao.
After returning home, Song Qiao heard various noises coming from inside as soon as he opened the door.
"Ah, come on, hit him quickly, beat him!"
"Baby little hall, come and protect me quickly."
"Qiqi, hide quickly."
Song Qiao was confused after hearing this. When he walked in, he found that the three of them were sitting in a row, each holding a mobile phone in their hands, staring at the interface of the mobile phone attentively.
Momo and Qiqi were completely rookies, not only their faces, but also their hands and feet showed absolute panic.
The whole person was swaying in various ways as he moved.
Xiaotang, on the other hand, was sitting firmly on the sofa, with a serious expression on her fair and tender face. Listening to the various voices in her ears, she said helplessly, "You all go and hide in the grass. I'll come over now."
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Song Qiao went over to take a look and found that it was a hero battle game that had become quite popular in the past two years.
Momo usually plays with his mobile phone when he has free time. Song Qiao also tried it a few times, but because he died too quickly and had no gaming experience, he gave up quickly.
"How long have you been playing?" Song Qiao asked.
Momo and Qiqi were busy operating and had no chance to answer. Xiaotang, after neatly harvesting the two heads, took the time to answer, "It's been an hour and a half, Mommy."
"Is this how you take care of your children?"
After listening to this, Song Qiao felt that his forehead had begun to hurt slightly, so Xiaotang didn't care. He knew everything about himself and knew how to arrange it.
But Qiqi's body has not fully recovered yet. What if she gets sick due to being too excited about playing games?
She stared at Momo with sinister eyes.
Momo, who was still in the middle of a fierce battle, suddenly felt a chill. She shuddered suddenly and made a mistake in her hand. The interface of her phone suddenly went dark.
Momo quickly put the phone away, turned around and hugged Song Qiao's waist, "Oh, I'm trying to balance work and rest. I'll take them to relax. The two children were sitting there unhappy before."
"Think about it, what if you go down so low and have psychological problems?"
Momo spoke plausibly.
Song Qiao almost laughed at her words. She pushed Momo away and was about to speak when she lowered her head and saw Qiqi coming close behind, her little eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky.
"Mommy, don't blame Aunt Momo, I want to play." She said softly.
Song Qiao paused, thinking that after Gu Dajing's recent accident, Qiqi and Xiaotang had been silent for a while, but now they seemed to have relaxed a lot.
It seems that this game is not all bad.
Song Qiao sighed and did not continue to struggle, "Okay, this is the end of the fight. You need to balance work and rest. You also need to pay attention to the time. If you fight again, you will be tired."
"Okay."
Momo escaped, and the two little guys continued greeting each other happily.
Song Qiao returned to the room, found a phone and called, "Hey, Officer Wang, how is the progress of the case?"
The day after Gu Dajing's accident, Song Qiao went to the police station to report the case. After all, it was a matter involving human life. The police station took it very seriously and immediately checked the surveillance and investigated the case.
It's just that the surveillance system in the park that day was old. Although it still worked, it could only capture a blurry figure, which caused them a lot of trouble in solving the case.
Later, Song Qiao was busy dealing with Gu Dajing's funeral affairs and didn't have time to ask, but now she finally got around to it.
"Miss Song, right? There is no progress in this case yet."
