President, give me back my body!

Song Ping knew Mr. Charles.

Mr. Charles is a good friend of the old man, and even a good friend of the young master Song Huaijin.In the past, on the master's birthday, the young master's gifts were almost all brought by Charles.Even in normal times, Charles occasionally comes to accompany the master and chat with him.

Today, master should be happy.Song Ping thought, with a slight smile and relief in his eyes.

But he didn't want to, Song Ren, who was sitting on the sofa, snorted coldly, and his already serious face became even more serious.

"It's not yet 07:30. I haven't had breakfast yet. Is he here to make me postpone my breakfast?" Song Ren's tone was tinged with displeasure.

Mr. Song is getting older, and while paying attention to health preservation, his temper is becoming more and more stubborn.There was even a rule made at some point, no matter who the guests were before noon, they would not be received, as they would disturb his rest.The industry also began to hear that the old man had a weird temper.

But rumors are rumors.The Song Group is now a big business, not only in Huaguo, but also in the international influence is not small.Although everyone was so rumored, they still didn't dare to break the rules set by sending the old man, and they really wouldn't just let a big tree like the Song family not come to make friends.It's just that they all gradually acquiesced, and won't come to visit and disturb before noon.

Song Ping was not afraid, and even deepened the smile on his face, with a coaxing tone, "Master doesn't want to see him, so let him take him with you in the reception room. After the master has finished his breakfast, he will see you again." See you later?"

After serving and serving Song Ren for so many years, how could Song Ping not know that the old man was playing with his temper.

In previous years, Charles brought the birthday presents to Mr. Song one day in advance.

I don't know what happened this year. I didn't send it yesterday, but it came today.I'm afraid that the master didn't sleep well last night because of this incident.It's just because of face or other things, I didn't say it, I just want to wait for others to coax.

It is said that old people are old people, the older they are, the more they look like old children.Now it seems that is really the case.If this was the master when he was young, how could he still play with these childish tempers? I'm afraid he would call the young master directly to scold the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Song Ping couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

Over there, Song Ren let out a cold snort again, but his face was a little more relaxed than before. "If he wants to wait, take him to the reception room and wait. If you can't wait, let him go first."

In Song Ren's words, he said it with confidence, and he didn't have the slightest thought of being impolite to the guests by doing so.

He has lived his whole life and been strong all his life. He has always been the one who pleases him, and he has no part to please others.Even the difficult days when he was young when he started from scratch did not make him bend his back to anyone.Besides, anyway, according to his current family business and business status, there is no need for him to please anyone.

After finishing speaking, he said with a cold face, "I'm hungry, let's serve dinner."

"Hey!" Song Ping hurriedly responded, and hastily ordered the maid to take Mr. Charles to the reception room to wait, then went to the kitchen and ordered breakfast to be put on the table.

And outside the door.

Charles and his two companions stood at the door and waited for a while, with a perfect smile on his face, without any displeasure.

When the maid hurried out again and told the three what Song Ren meant, Charles still nodded with a smile.

Having been with Mr. Song for so long, he more or less knows about Mr. Song's temperament, and the rule that no one is allowed to visit before noon, which Mr. Song has heard that others are rumored to have set.

Although this time, he thought that Mr. Song would let him in because he brought Song Huaijin's birthday gift, but now this scene has somewhat prepared him, so he is not too surprised.

Greeting the two blond and blue-eyed companions behind him, he moved the things from the car - two boxes, judging from the appearance, seemed to be the unique wooden boxes of Huaguo, with fine patterns of Huaguo style carved on them.

Seeing this, the maid greeted her back, and wanted to call other servants who were building flowers, plants and trees in the yard to come over and help carry them.

But Charles waved his hand and shouted.

"No need, it's just two boxes of things, it's not too heavy. Besides, the people in the yard are all young and beautiful women like you, who look like fairies. How can I ask you to do it?" Charles said. Don't forget to praise the maid.

The good and not frivolous upbringing made the maid feel more fond of Charles.

Nodding, he led a few people into the door more enthusiastically, and went to the reception room to wait.

After taking all the things to the reception room and putting them down carefully, Charles thanked the two companions who came to help him move the things.

"Thank you. It's alright, I don't need you anymore, you go back first." Charles' tone was not so polite and polite to his brother.

The two nodded, didn't say much, just bumped their fists at Charles, made a gesture that only brothers would make, then turned and left.

When Song Ren entered the reception room, he only saw Charles holding a book and rereading it with great interest.

Even Song Ren came in, but Charles didn't notice.

It was only after he coughed twice that he caught Charles' attention. He put down the book in his hand, raised his head, and stood up.

"You're here. I thought I would really have to wait until after noon to see you, Mr. Song." Charles looked up at the time, it was only 09:30, and smiled.

After seeing Song Ren, Charles took the initiative to change the F Mandarin into Chinese, so that Song Ren would not have to listen hard.Some words sound oddly pronounced, despite being substandard.Although Song Ren can speak F Mandarin and has lived in F country for so many years, but after all, he is old, so it will inevitably be a little difficult to distinguish.

While speaking, Charles walked towards the door, took Song Ping's place very familiarly, and firmly held Song Ren's hand, walked into the reception room, and finally helped him to sit down.It can be seen that these things, he usually does not do less.

Song Ren's originally serious face eased.Just didn't speak.

Charles didn't mind either, and continued to sit down next to him, and said with a smile, "I was really anxious yesterday. I just flew back from Huaguo Huaijin. The flight was delayed, so I didn't arrive today. If today If it’s still late, if I don’t arrive, then I’m really going to die at the airport in Huaguo.”

Those words explained why I didn't deliver the gift yesterday, but came to visit with the gift today.

Song Ren's face softened again, and the displeasure in his eyes dissipated a bit.

Just as soon as he opened his mouth, the words in his mouth still contained a little reproach: "So, you young people just don't have the concept of time in advance. You know that flight delays are common, and you don't prepare in advance. You have to wait until you know it's late. I'm only worried when I'm stuck at the airport."