Song Foxiang groaned and winked: What's going on now?
Song Chan looked outside the ward and whispered: "They are still in the corridor. They haven't left. What on earth do you want to do? You don't want to talk to me!"
Song Foxiang took out his cell phone from under the pillow. He kept moaning and using his cell phone to send a message to Song Chan:
"Do you like that Xie Qian? You can't even look at a boy who is too good-looking. I don't agree!"
Song Chan thought her father was going to discuss some countermeasures with her, but when she saw the text message, it actually said that she liked Xie Qian.
It was so out of tune that Song Chan almost smashed her cell phone into her father's face.
"dislike!"
Song Chan typed heavily, "Is this the point now? The point is that Mr. Jiang and Xie Qian are here together. You see they are so familiar, they must have known each other for a long time. If Mr. Jiang asks you to forgive Xie, how do you choose!"
Song Foxiang sneered.
Mr. Jiang will not let him forgive Xie.
At best, Mr. Jiang can act as a middleman.
If you really have to hold him down, will Mr. Jiang still be a good person in the workplace in the future?
Song Foxiang stopped typing and whispered: "What can Mr. Jiang do to me? My job is organized. As long as I don't make any major mistakes, Mr. Jiang can't fire me."
The editor-in-chief of a magazine is the best you can be.
It doesn't matter if you can't take it.
The sales of several magazines under the group are mediocre, and Song Foxiang has little chance of rising. Even if he works as "editor-in-chief" until he retires, Song Foxiang himself will be satisfied.
If Jiang Xuekun was really shameless and wanted to force him away, Song Foxiang wouldn't be afraid either.
If you don’t leave a master here, there will always be a place for you to stay. Song Foxiang couldn’t believe that he couldn’t find a similar job!
Rongcheng Publishing Group has something to do with a person named Xie, and all print media across the country wear the same pants as people named Xie?
It’s impossible!
Song Foxiang's mentality is very good. Jiang Xuekun has come out, and Song Foxiang is not afraid anymore.
Jiang Xuekun had better act impartially, otherwise don't blame him for stepping on Jiang Xuekun to create an image of a scholar with character - bah bah bah, it makes sense, he doesn't want to create an image of character, he already has it.
Song Foxiang's moans almost turned into humming.
Song Chan was relieved.
Even though her father is sometimes out of tune, whoever wants to think her father is stupid will suffer.
Her dad has never been stupid in big things!
Song Chan's eyes and thoughts immediately drifted outside the ward.
Unexpectedly, Xie Qian was actually the son of "Mr. Xie". Song Chan had never met "Mr. Xie" and already imagined "Mr.
Xie Qian doesn’t look like the son of a nouveau riche
Song Chan thought of Xie Qian's apology just now, and always felt it was very casual, as if it was perfunctory.
This is not in line with Xie Qian's IQ.
Xie Qian was number one in his freshman year of high school. Regardless of the big or small exams, he never gave the second place a chance to dominate the rankings.
Song Chan looked away and confirmed to her father:
"You said Aunt Zou is Xie Qian's mother. Has she always been single in the workplace?"
Song Foxiang thought Song Chan was suspicious of him, so he swore: "No one has ever seen the person named Xie, and Xiao Zou has never mentioned her family to her colleagues. Everyone only knows that Xiao Zou has a son, and they have never heard her talk about her husband.
"
Song Foxiang suddenly came to his senses.
Xie Qian is not only the son of Xie Jinghu, but also the son of Zou Weijun.
Alas, it’s boring to look like Xie Jinghu. How good would it be to look like Xiao Zou?
One point more is too strong, one point less is too light.
Song Foxiang fell into fantasy again and laughed foolishly alone.
Song Chan was thoughtful.
Can you mention your son but not your husband?
If the family is happy, which woman will resist showing off her husband? Even if he has a low-key personality, he will always reveal some clues.
——So, the relationship between Xie Qian’s parents is not good?
This can also explain why Xie Qian's apology was so perfunctory.
Xie Qian didn’t want to apologize at all!
Song Chan felt relieved.
Knowing that Xie Qian and "Mr. Xie" might not be the same person, it made Song Chan happy.
Even if she is not Xie Qian's fan girl, Song Chan still thinks that Xie Qian is perfect. Such a handsome, smart and fairy-like young man should not have a domineering biological father.
…
Outside the ward, Jiang Xuekun was also talking about Song Fo Township.
"Lao Song is a very eccentric person. When the magazine first hired him, it was not his business ability that valued him, but his reputation."
When Song Foxiang was young, he published several books of poetry. At that time, poets were very popular. Although Song Foxiang was not popular across the country, his popularity in Chengdu was no less than that of today's youth literature writers.
Wen Ying smacked Jiang Xuekun's words.
This means that Song Foxiang cannot run a magazine, but his temper can match his fame, so Xie Qian's perfunctory apology will not work?
Thank God, Editor-in-Chief Song is such a personable person. Now Xie Qian will be happy.
Sure enough, Xie Qian was not angry. Instead, he was very understanding and comforted Jiang Xuekun: "If it doesn't work once, just do it twice. If it doesn't work, just do it two days. I will impress Editor-in-Chief Song with my sincerity."
——No, you will use your sincerity to drive your father to death.
Jiang Xuekun had no objection to the father-son battle, but he had to remind Xie Qian to control the rhythm.
"Your mother is still involved in this matter. Although she is on a business trip and will always come back, I'm afraid that the longer it is delayed, the greater the discussion in the work unit will be."
This has to be considered.
If your fucking mood is really stable, it doesn't matter if you know.
Do you want to gamble yourself?
Xie Qian looked at Wen Ying, who whispered: "Besides being disgusting, this won't hurt your muscles and bones."
Enough is insulting.
Xie Jinghu's temper is not one of those who suffer silently. The insult he received now will definitely lead to Xie Jinghu's crazy counterattack.
To be honest, Wen Ying was a little worried about Song Foxiang and his daughter.
Song Foxiang is now losing face to Xie Jinghu. When Xie Jinghu frees up his hands, Song Foxiang may be embarrassed.
Xie Jinghu will definitely not take action himself next time, Xie Jinghu also has a lackey Zhao Dong in Rongcheng!
Xie Qian looked in the direction of the ward and was about to speak when the phone rang. It was the number used by Zhong.
"Mr. Xie, has Mr. Song agreed to the settlement? Mr. Xie is almost at the hospital now."
Xie Qian was surprised, "My father came to apologize in person?"
"No, Mr. Xie came to seek medical treatment."
Zhong Yong's tone contained a touch of regret.
The leader wanted to pay more attention to Mr. Xie for two days, but Mr. Xie was obviously not a vegetarian. I don’t know how he figured it out today. Instead of insisting that he was fine, he asked to come to the hospital - the injury was right
For men, the matter is very important. The police station also saw that Xie Jinghu was not an ordinary person. Xie Jinghu admitted to the beating, so the police station sent someone to accompany Xie Jinghu to the hospital. The dispute between the two parties needs to be further mediated. The first priority now is to resolve the hidden dangers of the injury.
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Who gave Xie Jinghu this trick?
Xie Qian hung up the phone: "Don't worry about it now. My dad is here, and Chief Editor Song has to act in front of him. As for us - let's watch it first."
What are you watching? Watching a show?
Wen Ying silently filled in the cloze question, but Xie Qian suddenly looked at her. Wen Ying suddenly realized: Xie Qian would not let her appear in front of Xie Jinghu.
She wanted to watch a show, but she couldn't attract Xie Jinghu's attention... Wen Ying had an idea and went back to Song Foxiang's ward.
The father and daughter of the Song family all raised their heads to look at her.
Wen Ying smiled sheepishly, "Can I borrow the bathroom?"
