CEO's Sweet Wife

"Humph!"
Song Meiyi lowered her head honestly and said nothing more.
He Zefeng said quietly: "It turns out that you came here for Song Haotian, and it just so happened that I was also looking for you."
The old man's attitude is very rude: "Looking for me? It's not for the last project, right? Don't waste your time, I can't give you that project. If you have the ability, fight for it yourself!"
Song Meiyi was very embarrassed, and pulled her old man Song again: "Dad, save me some face!"
Mr. Song snorted coldly: "Stay aside and stay well."
Song Meiyi felt aggrieved, so she could only smile at He Zefeng: "Zefeng, my father's temper is just like this, don't mind."
A silence answered her.
He Zefeng looked indifferent: "Song Haotian is with me."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Song immediately became furious, pointed at him and cursed: "So you kidnapped my son!"
He Zefeng's tone was indifferent: "You can't talk nonsense, I just invited him to drink cold tea for a few days."
Mr. Song was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, thinking that he underestimated He Zefeng.
"Tell me, how can you let my son go."
As expected of someone who has seen strong winds and waves, Mr. Song calmly thought about it after a while. It is he who suffers from a head-on confrontation with He Zefeng, so it is better to have a good talk.
Song Meiyi was astonished: "Ze Feng, are you joking, my brother is really with you?"
The image of He Zefeng in Song Meiyi's heart is perfect, it is impossible for him to kidnap his brother, there must be a mistake somewhere.
Hearing this, He Zefeng bared lightly as if he heard some funny joke.
"If you want to take Song Haotian back, it's okay, but you have to exchange it at an equal value."
Mr. Song gritted his teeth angrily, and said angrily, "What conditions do you want?"
He Zefeng said lazily: "It's simple, give me the item in your hand, then Song Haotian, I will naturally send it back to you safe and sound."
The project he was talking about was the last time the Song family and the He family had been fighting for a project for a long time, but Mr. Song did something behind the scenes, which resulted in the project being taken by the Song family.
But now that He Zefeng wants to go back again, it is equivalent to causing the Song family to lose [-] million yuan.
For the company, this is a lot of money.
Song Meiyi covered her mouth in shock, and said in a low voice, "Ze Feng, you must be joking, aren't you? My father has a bad heart. Can you please take care of me and talk well, in fact, we can work together. "
Mr. Song really has a bad heart. He began to feel short of breath, but it didn't show on his face. He didn't want to be underestimated by the enemy.
He Zefeng snorted softly, his eyes were cold: "Miss Song, do we know each other well?"
After these words fell, Song Meiyi seemed to have been hit hard, and her pupils shrank suddenly.
"Ze Feng, we grew up together, even if we have conflicts because of Shen Wan Bai, we are still best friends."
"friend?"
He Zefeng said disdainfully: "I don't need a friend like you. If there is nothing else, please leave. I still have work to do."
Song Meiyi's eyes were burned by He Zefeng's indifference, and there was hatred in her eyes.
Shen Wanbai, it's all because of you, if it weren't for you, Zefeng wouldn't be in this situation!
Mr. Song stood up slowly, the air pressure was very low.
"let's go!"
When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks: "He Zefeng, you'd better remember today, one day I will let you beg me on your knees! Hmph!"
After the two left, the assistant asked cautiously, "Mr. He, does Young Master Song need to be released now?"
He Zefeng's expression was indifferent: "There's no rush right now, when Mr. Song delivers the project, it won't be too late to let him go. Let Song Haotian suffer more in the warehouse."
The assistant couldn't help silently mourning for Song Haotian for a minute, brother, I wish you good luck.
Two hours later, the Song family sent someone to send the project contract to the He family, and He Zefeng kept his promise and let him go.
However, Song Haotian came out lying down.
In the VIP room of the city hospital building, Mr. Song saw his son lying on the hospital bed because of his weakness, and his hatred for He Zefeng deepened.
"Son, I will definitely avenge you!"
Tonight, without moonlight and starlight, it was pitch black.
Shen Wan Bai didn't know what he was doing in the kitchen, when he heard movement from the door, he immediately put down the things in his hands and ran upstairs, returned to the room, and closed the door heavily.
The housekeeper sighed slightly: "Oh, I don't know when Miss Shen and the young master will reconcile."

At the entrance, when the butler saw He Zefeng coming in, he stepped forward and nodded.
"Master, you came back very early today."
When He Zefeng raised his eyes, he glanced upstairs. Of course, the housekeeper noticed all of this.
He thought that it would be difficult to reconcile with Miss Shen according to the young master's temper, or he should help.
"Master, just now Miss Shen was still making snacks in the kitchen, during which time she asked me what kind of food you like to eat."
He Zefeng paused and frowned slightly: "Where is she?"
The housekeeper saw that there was something going on, and continued: "Miss Shen seems to be tired, so she went upstairs to rest. It seems that this is the first time for Miss Shen to make dim sum. It took a lot of time, and she spent almost the whole day in the kitchen."
Hearing this, He Zefeng's heart softened, it seemed that she cared about him.
"Okay, I see, you go to help first, I'll go up and have a look."
The housekeeper smiled from ear to ear, and nodded: "Yes."
A yellowish light could be seen through the crack of the door below, indicating that she was still awake.
"Dong dong dong."
He Zefeng raised his hand and tapped lightly twice.
But the people in the back room were all stiff, it was the fear that came from the bottom of their bones.
"What is he here for? You can't open the door, and you can't let him in."
After waiting for a while, no one opened the door, and no one answered, He Zefeng thought to himself, maybe he fell asleep.
So, he covered the lock handle with his hand, turned it to the right, and found that the door had been locked from the inside, and it couldn't be opened from the outside.
He Zefeng frowned beautifully, and the good mood just now was gone.
Lock the door even during rest, is this to guard against him?
He Zefeng suddenly lost his mood, and went downstairs with a dark face.
When the butler saw He Zefeng's expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague premonition, thinking that the young master must have screwed up.
"Housekeeper, stop!"
Just when the housekeeper was about to run away, he was stopped by He Zefeng in a cold voice from behind, he couldn't help but pretend nothing happened, turned his head and nodded.
"Master."
"You said just now that Shen Wanbai made pastries for me, where are the pastries?"
The housekeeper's forehead was soaked in cold sweat: "I haven't seen Miss Shen take it out, maybe it's still in the kitchen."
He Zefeng narrowed his eyes and walked straight towards the kitchen.