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When it was almost noon, Song Yan went to the tea and water, and when he walked to the door, he heard the employees inside gossip: "Have you heard that the director of the marketing department will go to the headquarters for a meeting this time, and he is likely to be promoted and become our boss? Asuka's regional president in China!"

"Really? Who will be the director of the marketing department?"

"It is said that one of the two ministers will be selected."

"Who do you like?"

"It's hard to say. According to common sense, Mei Yun, the director of the first department, is an old employee and has rich experience in the marketing department. It should be her. However, Rowling, the director of the second department, seems to have a backer..."

"Wow! Really? What kind of background does she have?"

"I heard that she seems to be getting married to the CEO of the Su Corporation soon! The Su Corporation is terrible. If the marketing director of Feiniao is the wife of the president, Feiniao's mobile phones will probably be sold for several million more. Bar!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's different to have a backstage. People who have worked hard for so many years and worked so hard for the company are not as good as a backstage!"

Hearing this, Song Yan coughed twice and walked in.

Seeing the director come in, the two employees looked a little embarrassed, and didn't know what to say.

Song Yan smiled at them: "You don't have to worry, in my design department, as long as you have the ability, you can go up. As long as I am the director of the design department, I can guarantee this."

The two employees nodded obediently and hurried out. Song Yan went to fetch water, thinking about their discussion.It seems that Rowling did not take advantage of Su Xing's relationship. It's just that Su Xing is such a smart person, wouldn't he know?According to what he knew about him, he probably wouldn't like his woman like this, but he acquiesced, and it was because she was a different person?

Thinking of this, her heart ached, and the water overflowed the cup and burned the back of her hand.

She sucked in a "hissy" breath, and hurried to wash the back of her hand under the cold water. Even so, it didn't take long before a blister formed on the back of her hand.

After get off work at noon, she went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine to treat her burns. However, this is the central area of ​​Haicheng where every inch of land is expensive, so it is really hard to find a pharmacy.

When she was wandering on the sidewalk, a tall figure suddenly blocked her way: "What are you looking for?"

Hearing this voice, Song Yan gasped, turned around and left: "Oh, I didn't find anything."

Her shoulders sank, and her big hands held her shoulders: "You haven't eaten just after get off work?"

"Well, I've eaten it!" Song Yan replied with his head down, trying to break free from his hand.

"Then eat with me, I happen to be going to eat." Su Xing ordered overbearingly, pulling her away.

When she walked to the door of a restaurant, Song Yan found out that it was a Sichuan cuisine restaurant. She couldn't help being surprised. She remembered that Su Xing liked to eat western food, especially steak. Why did she eat Sichuan cuisine when she ate by herself? Sichuan cuisine was her favorite.

Thinking of Sichuan cuisine, she swallowed silently involuntarily, but she still wanted face, so she could only say with a straight face: "Mr. Su, I really have eaten. I'm very busy. You'd better let me go."

"It's hard for me to say some things when the child was there that day, but I just made it clear today." He said and pulled her into the dining room.

They asked for a private room, and the two sat opposite each other. Su Xing ordered a table of dishes, all kinds of spicy. Song Yan saw that his salivary glands were secreting, but in order to show that he hadn't lied just now, he had to endure it. Su Xing seemed to take her for real. I have eaten it, and I eat it fragrantly with chopsticks.

Song Yan sat by the side and watched, his eyes widened as he watched. In his impression, he was not very good at eating spicy food, but now, he didn't even frown when he ate large pieces of boiled fish with chili floating in it. What's the situation?In three years, he has developed a good ability to eat spicy food?
Seeing that the fish fillets in the bowl were getting less and less, Song Yan felt a pain in his heart. She obviously liked this dish the most, but now she could only watch helplessly.

Su Xing wiped his mouth with a wet towel, put down his chopsticks to restore elegance, he glanced at her, and said lightly: "I probably won't be able to eat it, or you can help me, the boiled fish here is famous, don't waste it if you finish it .”

"Then... that's fine..." Song Yan picked up the chopsticks in the middle of his heart.

Seeing her turmoil, Su Xing slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "You are still the same."

Song Yan still had fish slices in his mouth, listening to him, he raised his eyes to look at him for no reason, and saw him with a half-smile: "When you eat something you like, you never know what it means to be slow. "

"Cough, cough, cough..." Song Yan almost choked on the hot air, turned around and coughed, his face flushed.

Subconsciously went to wipe his mouth with a wet towel, but he held his wrist: "What's wrong with the back of your hand?"

Song Yan quickly pulled out his hand and hid it behind his back, and said flatly, "It's okay, it's just a burn, it's not serious."

Su Xing immediately called the waiter over and asked her to find some scald medicine.

When the medicine came, Song Yan was not in the mood to continue taking it. Looking at him, he asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Qin Nianzhi, two weeks and eight months old, was born on September [-]th. Based on her date of birth and her appearance, I can be sure she is my daughter." Su Xing said slowly.

Song Yan's face was gloomy, and he looked at him provocatively: "So what if it's your daughter?"

"It's my daughter, I can't let her grow up without a daddy."

Song Yan's heart contracted violently, and he stood up: "Su Xing! Nian Nian is my daughter. When I gave birth to her, we were already divorced! You have no right to take Nian Nian away from me, and you I can't take it away, I think the law should support me in raising Niannian!"

"But the law also supports that children can be close to their biological father." He interfaced.

Song Yan was taken aback, and then he continued, "Don't worry, I won't take Nian Nian away from you, but I request to see Nian Nian at least once a week—" He paused, his voice slightly raised, "I I think this is my legal right. You didn’t tell me that you were pregnant, it’s not that I failed to fulfill my responsibility, but that you maliciously deceived me. I think the law will support me on this point.”

Song Yan fell silent, she knew very well that Su Xing had that right.

After a while, she raised her eyes to look at Su Xing, with a bit of pleading: "But, you are about to get married, and you will have your own children in the future. Niannian has never grown up by your side. In the past three years, you I don’t even know she exists, so why do you have to keep in touch with her? Let the child know that her parents are divorced, and let her see her father remarried and have children in the future, how will she feel in her heart? Woolen cloth?"

"Since it's my child, I won't ignore it." Su Xing said firmly.

Song Yan looked into his eyes, and his eyes rarely showed emotion, and this emotion is called firmness at this moment.