Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

Her face was flushed, and Li Hongwei, who was being supported by her, could see it clearly. He thought Song Qingcheng was thinking about Leng Jinyan, and lovingly patted the hand she was supporting him: "Jinyan, that child looks cold, In fact, he has a very good heart, and he is the kind of person who eats the most when doing business.”

"With a sullen face every day, as if someone owes him [-] million, who wants to do business with him." Song Qingcheng didn't like anyone who said cold and cautious words, and subconsciously refuted.

Li Hongwei looked at her pouting mouth that could hang a soy sauce bottle, and said with a smile, "Which one is better, Rong Kui or Leng Jinyan."

"Of course it's Rong Kui." Without hesitation, Song Qingcheng hurriedly replied.

Li Hongwei knew that she liked Rong Kui, so he didn't refute, but analyzed it to Song Qingcheng: "Rong Kui is indeed good, he is ruthless, and has a smiling face to everyone. However, this makes people puzzled, and it is not easy for people Close. You say, don't you?"

"..."

Song Qingcheng really wanted to say that Rong Kui was very good, but she couldn't help thinking carefully over and over again what her grandfather said, whether Rong Kui was really not easy to get close to.

Indeed, like her.She likes Rong Kui for so many years, obviously he is such a gentle person, but she doesn't dare to cross the threshold, she can't say that I like you.

It's because I'm afraid, I don't dare, and I'm worried that if I say it, I won't even be a good friend.

As for Leng Jinyan, Song Qingcheng twitched his lips. He was a decent man on the surface, but in fact he was a loose man. He went on dates with two women in one night. How could he die from overwork?

Helping Grandpa home, Song Qingcheng took the bag and went out: "Grandpa, remember to listen to Uncle Li, don't drink."

"I remember." Li Hongwei nodded, and he secretly glanced at Li Wei: "Your Uncle Li has been staring at me all day, so don't worry."

"Well, I'm leaving."

Looking at the back of Song Qingcheng disappearing behind the door, Li Wei sat on the sofa, looked at Mr. Li, who was drinking tea with his eyes downcast, and said, "Master, I remember Mr. Chen sent two bottles of wine two days ago. .”

"I asked him to take it back at that time." Li Hongwei replied sincerely with his eyes wide open.

"Then the bottle I saw in the closet last night should be filled with water. Fortunately, I threw it away."

"!" Li Hongwei, who was originally in a very good mood, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows, froze and looked at Li Wei almost blankly.

"The water was in the closet, and it broke if you didn't pay attention. It's better to throw it away." Smiling Li Wei handed Li Hongwei the thick rice porridge brought by Aunt Zhang.

The cyan porcelain bowl with lotus leaves, the pure white porcelain spoon, and the thick rice porridge make people appetite just by looking at it.

But Li Hongwei burst into tears in his heart. He thought of the bottle of good wine that his friend had kept for four or five years, and he had paid a lot of money to get it. Li Wei threw the wine glass so easily, and gave Li Wei a hard look.

Li Wei didn't seem to see his gaze, and picked up his own bowl of porridge and drank it.

Li Hongwei, who felt sorry for the bottle of wine, wanted to ask him where he threw the bottle, but he didn't dare to ask.

Although Li Wei is usually gentle and respectful, when it comes to his body, he is as serious as a primary school teacher.

He muttered a few words in his heart, and drank the porridge with a spoon.

Outside, Song Qingcheng was braving the warm sunshine in late autumn, like many job seekers, waiting in a long line for an interview.

"Hey, your clothes look good."

When Song Qingcheng was thinking about what would happen during the interview, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and a very young-looking face with a round baby face appeared.

"Hi." The girl waved at her, showing her eight teeth in a smile.

Song Qingcheng had a good impression of this girl, looked at the clothes on his body, and said to the girl: "This is bought by someone else, I don't know if it is good or not."

As a rich lady who never lacked in food and clothing since she was a child, Song Qingcheng is not like Su Yiran and An Ning, who are fond of those luxuries, and she gets a headache when she sees them.

Aunt Zhang bought this dress after she knew she was coming for an interview.

She asked the girl, "What position are you applying for?"

"Me?" The girl pointed at herself, she blinked her slender eyelashes, and said with a smile, "Finance department, what about you?"

"I am applying for a designer."

Song Qingcheng majored in finance at University, but she especially liked jewelry design, so she chose this course to apply for a job. She wanted to choose what she liked.

Tan Xingyue listened to her, with envy on her face: "I wanted to learn this when I was in college, but..."

"Ok?"

"No, nothing?" Tan Xingyue stood quietly behind Song Qingcheng with a lonely face.

Song Qingcheng saw that she didn't want to say more, so she closed her mouth wisely and didn't speak.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and the sun on the tail of autumn also showed a sinister side, and the people who were still in the long queue were almost dizzy from the sun.

At this time, Leng Jinyan was sitting in the office blowing on the air conditioner.

The computer on the desk in front of him was turned on, and emails waiting to be processed lay quietly in the mailbox.

But his fingers on the keyboard did not move, but slowly tapped on the computer bit by bit.

"President, this is the document used for the meeting this afternoon. Take a look." Chen Shu pushed open the office door and walked in, and handed the newly printed, still warm document to Leng Jinyan's desk: "Country M Company J also wants to compete for this business, if we compete, we may not have a good chance of winning. After all, Company J is responsible for this business is a well-known financial bigwig."

Withdrawing his gaze downstairs, Leng Jinyan leaned on the calfskin chair: "Be timid before fighting, with your thinking, the chances of winning are really not great."

"I've analyzed this carefully, President." Chen Shu is also a sharp knife in the financial world, but he really doesn't have much confidence in meeting that person, at most five or five points.

Knowing his ability, Leng Jinyan stood up, walked to the French window and said, "Indeed, your analysis makes sense."

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at him with torching eyes: "But Chen Shu, you forgot one thing, Company J is an old company, and there are many problems in it. According to what Jason said last time, he is more interested in Dynamic, capable new company."

"The president is saying...Jason has already tipped the scales towards us?"

"This is just my guess." As Leng Jinyan spoke, his eyes moved down unconsciously, and fell on Song Qingcheng who was wiping his sweat and frowning from the heat.

She looked very uncomfortable, the hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to her skin.Keep fanning the wind with your hands, covering the top of your head.

Leng Jinyan asked Chen Shu without looking back: "What's the temperature today?"

"?" Chen Shu couldn't react for a while when he suddenly jumped from the company's major issues to the weather temperature.

He looked at Leng Jinyan who was obviously absent-minded, followed his gaze, and saw Song Qingcheng at a glance.

He groaned in his heart, no wonder the boss asked how many degrees, it turned out that the boss's wife was down there.

He glanced at it, and replied coldly: "28 degrees, still on the rise."

In a word, Leng Jinyan's expression didn't change at all, but Chen Shu felt that the air was suddenly cold, and it seemed that Leng Jinyan's automatic refrigerator was cooling.

Chen Shu rubbed his hands, and quickly rescued himself: "I'll go and call my wife up, it's very hot today, looking for a job, the president's secretary is the best job!"

"..." Ma'am, as soon as these two words fell into Leng Jinyan's ears, his heart moved inexplicably.

In the past, when Leng Jinyan and Xu Wei were together, they would jokingly address each other like this: Mrs. Leng, Mr. Leng.

Up to now, it has been seven years, and no one has said these two words in front of him.Leng Jinyan with a strange feeling in his heart raised his hand to Chen Shu: "No need."

Since Song Qingcheng wanted to find a job and experience life by himself, Leng Jinyan would not mind his own business.

Besides, in a company as big as the Li family, would there be no room for a small job, wouldn't there be room for a Song Qingcheng?
In this, I'm afraid it's not only her own intention, but also the old man's intention to let her hit a wall and let her go back to take over the company.

Since this is the case, Leng Jinyan will not tear down the two of them.

It's just that in the future business, the company Song Qingcheng applied for was cut off by Leng Jinyan on several business deals.The boss of the company has never figured out how he was targeted because he didn't seem to provoke that KM killer.

Could it be?It's a coincidence.The cause of today and the result of tomorrow, the people in this company have never known that they have lost to the weather.

The sun was still shining brightly outside, and the sun was gradually rising.

Leng Jinyan has been looking down like this for two or three hours without doing anything else.

Suddenly, Song Qingcheng in his line of sight pressed the phone to his ear, and after a few moments, his face turned pale.

What's wrong with her, she looks so bad?Leng Jinyan guessed in his heart.Suddenly, Song Qingcheng, who had already been called by the personnel department, turned around and left, got into the car and went straight to Li's house.

Seeing her like this, Leng Jinyan also guessed that it must be because of Li Hongwei's affairs, and only his affairs could make Song Qingcheng so hasty.

Judging by her expression just now, could it be that Mr. Li has suffered another illness?

Leng Jinyan was thinking, when the phone on the table rang suddenly, he glanced at the screen, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello." He picked up the phone.

"Our master asked Mr. Leng to come over. He wants to ask you something." Li Wei's voice came from the phone.

Judging from his tone, it doesn't seem like a good thing.Leng Jinyan looked at his watch, there were still two or three hours left before the meeting, so there was no harm in going there.

He hung up the phone and called Chen Shu in: "I'm going out for a while, come back before the meeting."

Chen Shu didn't know what he was going to do, but Leng Jinyan said that as the president, he had plenty of time, so he replied: "Yes."

Judging from his past experience, it should be a big deal for the president to come to the meeting in person.Chen Shu looked at Leng Jinyan who was buttoning his cuff buttons while walking, and thought, could it be that the company has some big project and the president is so busy?
Leng Jinyan, who was driving to Li's house, didn't know Chen Shu's speculations, and his right eyelid twitched violently.

People say that the left eye jumps for money, and the right eye jumps for disaster.He felt that there must be nothing good for him to go to Li's house this time.

Sure enough, when he drove into the parking lot of Li's house and walked into Li's house, Aunt Zhang snorted coldly when she saw him from a distance, turned around and walked away.