Fu Yunyun gnawed on the meat skewers in her hand, no longer working hard to maintain the appearance of an elite lawyer, and had a happy late-night snack with her friends.
"Yes, probably next Friday. Director Mu moves very quickly."
In fact, it's not that fast, but he can't stand up to Mr. Ji. He is secretly pushing behind it. He has the resources to support it and the connections to open the way. If it can still be slower, that would be really strange.
"Next Friday, we'll start broadcasting together then." Lin Bai's home has a home theater, which will be perfect for watching variety shows.
At this time, Lin Bai didn't say anything about the variety show not being worthy of his equipment. Fu Yunyun finally realized one of her dreams. She was so happy that she ate a bunch of hot peppers, and then successfully got spicy, attracting the other two.
People ridiculed without mercy.
None of the three mentioned the inheritance. As friends since childhood, they naturally knew that only Song Shushu could figure it out on her own at this time, and no one else could help her.
"Bao'er, one day I will print a bunch of your records and you must give me a unique signature in the world! When you become popular, I will show it to your fan base! I will make them jealous."
Fu Yunyun was a little drunk, holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding a half-eaten skewer in the other, while sitting on the carpet she shouted an eight-foot-high battle.
Song Shushu was frightened by her sudden high-pitched voice. The wine bottle in his hand was slightly tilted. Fortunately, there was only half a bottle of wine in it.
"How can someone be so famous?" She took a very open view on this matter. Being famous has its own way of living, and lying down has its own way of living. Perhaps the alcohol has begun to numb her nerves, and this kind of dizziness
Huhu's state is particularly addictive.
When Lin Bai heard this, he was not happy. He tapped the wine bottle with his chopsticks, trying to gain a sense of presence. "Song Xiaoshu, give me some courage. If you can have a clear understanding of yourself, go and see if you can."
The number of fans that has been growing must be long-term and the thinking must be clear~”
"Don't listen to the boss's words." Song Shushu covered her ears, not realizing that she was also the boss.
Lin Bai was very aware of her little temper and sneered: "Tch, virtue."
After worrying about this, Sister Lin started to worry about that one again,
"Oh, oh, oh, call your junior friend to send her the location and ask her to wait to pick you up. You're like a drunkard. I won't resist you."
Although Fu Yunyun's drinking capacity has improved greatly, she drank quickly and violently as soon as she came. She was already a little drunk before she finished two bottles.
"Hmm... junior? That's not a junior, he's a big-tailed wolf."
She pouted, struggled to reach her mobile phone from the sofa, and clicked on the screen with eyes wide open.
Lin Bai and Fu Yunyun murmured for a long time, but somehow they got interested and began to read the guides and try their hand at boxing. The only person who was quiet at the scene was Song Shushu. Her eyes were also a little distracted. She sat aside and looked at the two with a smile.
People are making trouble.
Fu Yunyun brought over some fruit wine, which was very good in taste and appearance. Song Shushu preferred these beautiful little things and drank sips of wine.
The light came from the side, and through the light blue liquid in the glass, little spots of light were scattered on her plain face, as if a veil of ambiguity was covered.
As Ji Sui watched, she felt an inexplicable itching in her throat, but her eyes did not leave her lips at all.
"Huh? Won't you let me drink?"
Seeing that she was about to open the fourth bottle of wine, Ji Sui finally couldn't bear it and stretched out his paw to stop her hand.
Anyway, he couldn't answer her now. A pair of slightly narrow eyes stared at hers for a moment.
Song Shushu's body was now limp and she had no strength to resist at all, although the strength at Ji Sui's level at this moment was still easy enough for her to wave away.
She couldn't drink, so she lay down on the sofa and looked at him levelly.
As if he suddenly got interested, his hands kept lingering on his back.
After laughing and joking for most of the night, Lin Bai, who was the only one who often socialized among the three people present, was still sober. He called the manager and opened a room for Fu Yunyun next door. After settling down, he went to sleep in his usual room.
Went.
Song Shushu was lying on the sofa, fast asleep, and her obedient appearance made people forget her existence.
Finally, the house became quiet again.
Ji Sui walked up to her, very helpless. This little drunkard obviously couldn't drink much, but he couldn't stand the provocation of those two people. Even if the alcohol was not high in alcohol, according to her drinking method
It also has to be choked enough.
The smells of one person and one cat are intertwined. Ji Sui has clearly not touched any alcohol, but at this moment, he is still smoky as if he has had a drink.
There was a human look in those amber eyes.
The person on the sofa seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, and a few groans escaped from his throat. Song Shushu was used to holding something in his arms when sleeping, and stretched out his hand to rub around.
Ji Sui used his hands and feet to put the pillow in the corner to her hand. When he noticed something approaching, Song Shushu took it into his arms and immediately became quiet.
He smiled helplessly, this man was really like a child.
Just as he was about to go to the bed and bring the quilt to her, the breathing of the person behind him began to become heavier.
Is she crying?
The girl was fast asleep, but her face looked a little sad. The fabric beneath her body was quickly soaked with tears.
I don’t know what I dreamed about. Even if I cry, I can only cry in the dead of night, after I am deeply asleep.
I had never seen her cry when I was 7 years old. She always looked very strong.
Song Shushu unconsciously buried his face into the pillow, silently, like a little kitten who had been wronged and hid to heal alone.
Ji Sui was actually a little unsure whether she was asleep or not, and was afraid that his movements would wake her up.
He has grown a lot recently, and when he stretches out his body and lies beside her, he is almost as long as one of her arms.
At the moment, he is staying aside obediently, like some clingy large doll.
Sensing the heat source around him, the sleeping person unconsciously moved closer to his body. This subconscious closeness made Ji Sui feel happy and at the same time felt a trace of distress in his heart.
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exist, and are even planning to use these to do great things.
The mother who brought her a lot of suffering finally left her daughter with the capital to settle down and live in the last waking hours of her life.
Perhaps Ji Wan still had some unrealistic illusions about Song Qingxiang, thinking that he could take good care of their daughter.
Ji Wan loved and hated her daughter, but all her love and hate became that wisp of smoke and dissipated in this world with her death.
...
In the Song family, Mrs. Qian rarely went to bed early. Everyone gathered in the living room of the old house, looking heavy.
She simply loved and hated Ji Wan, her daughter-in-law. What she loved was her life experience, but what she hated was her attitude towards Song Qingxiang. Although Song Qingxiang was not considered a top-notch young man in Q City, he was
She is young and promising, and started to get involved in the family business early, so she has good conditions as a marriage partner.
She picked and picked among the famous ladies before choosing Ji Wan, who seemed to be obedient, and the two of them did live a pretty good life after their marriage.
When did it start to change?
Maybe it was the bowls of soup that Ji Wan drank during her pregnancy. Song Qingxiang was raised by the old lady. After losing her husband in middle age, she devoted herself both physically and mentally to her son. The Song family was not very peaceful either.
In this place, several relatives from far and near are fixated on the position of the head of the family. Qian Fangyin is guarding the company outside, and she also has to guard against those people who want to enrich the family property inside. She is naturally used to being strong.
She also interfered a lot in the affairs of her son and daughter-in-law. Ji Wan was also a girl raised by her family. She tolerated it once or twice, but her patience only got worse. Miss Ji couldn't learn how to compromise and seek perfection.
I had a very loud argument with my mother-in-law playing gongs and drums for a while.
After she gave birth to Song Shushu, the Song family became even more dissatisfied with her. The straws eventually accumulated into a mountain that could crush a person, so she considered divorcing her.
Unfortunately, he passed away suddenly less than two days after the divorce.
The couple's original divorce case was about family property, and their children were not mentioned at all.
Song Shushu was "abandoned" again and again.
Remove the emotional ties, and what remains is a ruthless entanglement of interests.
Boom!
The solid wooden cane poked on the floor, making a dull sound that sounded like thunder in the quiet living room.
Song Shishi stayed up all night watching dramas with her roommates last night, and today she was forced to do a business with Liang Chunxue. She was already sleepy. Qian Fangyin knocked down her cane and fell asleep in an instant. Most of her heart was broken.
I was dissatisfied, but I didn't dare to lose my temper as usual, and I felt even more depressed.
"This Ji Wan won't let me stop even if she dies."
Going against her when she was alive made her lose all face. Even if she failed to leave a son for the Song family, even after she died, she would have to make trouble for her with her debt collector daughter.
Song Qingxiang didn't answer this. The relationship between him and his ex-wife was not deep to begin with. Even if there was one, it would have faded to almost nothing after so many years.
Song Shishi was very good at reading people's faces. When Qian Fangyin lost her temper, she would huddle silently on the sofa, trying to weaken her sense of existence. She knew that her grandma didn't like her, but she treated her much better than Song Shushu.
Only then was he willing to act clever and good-natured in front of her.
Liang Chunxue turned sideways to cover her daughter behind her, and she didn't feel at ease either. The old lady was furious now, so stay out of it if you can avoid being involved.
Song Qingxiang ignored the small movements of the two mothers and children beside him, or in other words, he didn't care.
What he cares about most now is those shares.
After all, he still felt guilty. Knowing that he had not cared about his eldest daughter for so many years, he was particularly afraid that Song Shushu would pull him out of the position of director in a fit of anger.
"What? Still not answering the phone?"
The screen in his hand went out again, Qian Fangyin sneered, her wrinkled face full of coldness: "If I had known, I should have thrown it away when she was born." I would have saved myself from having to do so many things now.
The latter words were not stated clearly, but everyone present silently filled in the second half in their hearts.
After all, Song Qingxiang still held on to the slightest hope and said with relief: "Maybe he has already gone to bed. I have been exhausted today. Anyway, it won't be short of half an hour. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
"Mom, please go to bed early and pay attention to your health."
When he first took over the company, he did obey Qian Fangyin's words, but after so many years of being in power, he has developed a bit of his own temper. He may also agree with Qian Fangyin's attitude in his heart, but in order to save face,
Definitely can't say it.
"Why should I rest?!" The old lady's face darkened, and she was about to have an attack subconsciously, but when she saw the displeasure on her son's face, her heart suddenly jumped, and she was actually a little frightened.
After such a pause, most of her momentum had dissipated. She no longer persisted and waved to the caregiver standing in the corner. The strong caregiver carefully helped her stand up.
"Since you have an idea in mind, I won't interfere too much." She took a step back, "But! I have a bottom line, that is, the decades-old foundation of my Song family cannot be destroyed by a little girl. You understand.
What?"
Song Qingxiang raised his eyes and met the dark gaze from his mother, feeling a little heavy in his heart. The mother and son looked at each other and exchanged vague glances.
He pursed his lips, nodded, and responded, "Mom, don't worry, Xiaoshu is young, she can still hear what I say."
"I hope so."
The old lady snorted coldly and slowly went upstairs with the support of the nurse, ignoring this big mess.
Song Shishi breathed a sigh of relief after her figure disappeared at the end of the stairs. In terms of ability to make grandma angry, it was Song Shushu. Look at that dark face, she could see that the nurse aunt had grabbed the quick-acting Jiuxin Pill in her hand.
, always ready to step forward and administer medicine for rescue.
"Dad, Mom, I'm a little sleepy, so I went up to sleep first."
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, she should just clear her mind and go to sleep.
Song Qingxiang's attention was not on her at all, and he just waved his hand to signal her to do what she wanted. Song Shishi did not dare to look at her mother's expression, and went straight upstairs after getting Song Qingxiang's permission.
In response, Liang Chunxue just sighed and did not stop him.
"Brother Qing, does the change in equity have a great impact on the company?"
Of course she knew that the sudden change in equity would have a big impact, but in order to maintain Song Qingxiang's image as an inexperienced person, she could only ask these mentally retarded questions to guide Song Qingxiang to tell him what she wanted to know.
He patted her hand to comfort her and said, "The shares are in Xiaoshu's hands. They are still considered family members. The board of directors is fine. Xiaoshu has me as his father in his heart. Let's talk about it. That child is sensible."
, it will definitely not embarrass me."
Song Qingxiang's eyes were unfocused, with a sense of trance. It was unclear whether these words were meant for Liang Chunxue or to comfort himself.
Liang Chunxue's expression turned cold when she heard this, and a bottomless whirlpool formed in her eyes, as if one was about to break out of the cage and swallow up all the ferocious beasts.
"Yes, Xiao Shu has always been sensible. One day, let Xiao Shu come back, you two, father and daughter, have a good chat, and I will ask Aunt Li to cook a table of dishes."
The palms placed on the other side are covered with pinch marks. Liang Chunxue has been acting for more than 20 years. No matter how angry she is at this moment, the expression on her face is still that soft and boneless look, very "considerate".
On Song Qingxiang's shoulders.
Song Qingxiang pondered for a moment and did not refute her words. He just pulled his arm back from her arms, flipped through his address book and said to her without looking back: "You should go back and rest too, don't you want to take a beauty sleep?"
Liang Chunxue watched him click on the call page marked "Secretary", guessing that he might not be as comfortable as he appeared on the surface, so he didn't wait any longer. Now that the matter was over, his previous actions had to be changed.
.
"Okay, you should stay up less late."
Before going upstairs, she brought Song Qingxiang a glass of honey water to relieve hangovers, and carefully warned Aunt Li in the kitchen before going upstairs.
Song Qingxiang's call over there was also connected. Song Qingxiang first watched Liang Chunxue disappear at the end of the stairs and then heard the sound of the door closing before speaking.
"Xiaobao, do you miss your father?"
The boy's childish voice came from the other end of the phone, "I thought about it, Dad, when will you come back from your business trip?"