After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

This person is Qin Sang's third uncle, Qin Yue's biological father, Qin Dingsen.

At the beginning, they were expelled by their grandfather because they used the family property to do some illegal activities. They have been running a small trading company abroad for so many years. In her previous life, like her father Qin Zhongsen, she thought that the third uncle had repented Yes, I really want to do something in the Qin family.

But he didn't expect that in the end, not only did he poach the core members of the group, but also let his daughter Qin Yue successfully squeeze out her position.

Since he is back now, she will never let this poisonous insect of the Qin family go!

"Third Uncle." Qin Sang nodded politely at him, then continued to look at his father, "Dad, I have something to tell you."

However, Qin Zhongsen smiled and patted Qin Sang's arm, "Your third uncle is not an outsider, so just talk about it if you have anything to say."

"Really?" Qin Sang turned to look at Qin Dingsen with a faint smile on her face, "But why do I remember that Grandpa said that there is no such person as Qin Dingsen in our Qin family?"

A look of unnaturalness flashed across Qin Dingsen's face. Before Qin Zhongsen could speak, he got up immediately, "I just want to take a rest early, so let's chat."

After Qin Dingsen left, Qin Zhongsen gave Qin Sang a reproachful look, "He is also your elder after all, how could you talk to him like that."

Qin Sang glanced towards the door from the corner of her eye, but she didn't hear the footsteps leaving, so she sneered suddenly.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Qin Sang sat next to Qin Zhongsen, and took out her mobile phone to show him. There was a contract in the mobile phone, which was a cooperation agreement between the art museum and several famous artists. She raised her head proudly, "How is it?"

Qin Zhongsen also didn't expect that his precious daughter had such talent. He thought that she was just learning to paint for fun, and didn't take this art museum that was about to be abandoned seriously, but he didn't expect that in just half a month, It's already done well.

"It's ok, just tell me if you need help, don't ask for help yourself." Qin Zhongsen couldn't bear his daughter's grievance.

Qin Sang smiled and closed the phone, "No, everyone is taking good care of me for the sake of the Qin family."

Qin Dingsen outside the door didn't hear any useful information, so he left.

Qin Sang saw the figure flashing by outside the window, and then began to talk seriously.

"Dad, my engagement with Song Qian needs to be canceled by you personally."

Qin Zhongsen was taken aback, he didn't expect Qin Sang to mention this matter suddenly, he almost forgot.

"It's not difficult, it's just..." Qin Zhongsen looked at Qin Sang seriously, "Have you really thought it through?"

Qin Sang nodded, she wanted to break free from this vortex, the sooner the better.

She also didn't want to bring her family into trouble because of herself, after all, Qin Dingsen appeared far earlier than in the previous life, one Xu Yilin, one Qin Dingsen, the next one should be Qin Yue.

A relieved smile appeared on Qin Sang's face, finally, Song Qian got his wish.

Qin Zhongsen looked at the expression on Qin Sang's face, but he felt a little complicated in his heart. If the matter could have been discussed a week ago, now that Qin Dingsen is back, he has to reconsider the issue of the Qin family's property.

And...whether it is the best choice to break off the engagement with Song Qian.

Qin Sang returned to her room. She moved out recently, and there was nothing left in the room.

She lay on the bed, as if all her troubles had been put down, she stretched out her arms, but hit something on the bedside table, the sound of porcelain falling to the ground caught her attention.

Seeing a pair of porcelain dolls on the ground, she was stunned.

She picked up the pair of broken porcelain dolls and smiled wryly. When she was young and ignorant, this was the only meaningful thing Song Qian gave her. To be precise, she wanted it herself.

After that, she has always regarded it as a treasure, and even put it on the bedside to read every day.

Now it seems that it is only ironic.

Qin Sang immediately got up from the bed, packed up all the things about Song Qian in the room, and even the things that had been used by him, and put them in the storage box, and then asked Uncle Lin to throw them away.

Uncle Lin looked at the basket of things, feeling a little regretful, there were quite a few valuable things in it.

Uncle Lin was walking out with the box in his arms, and happened to bump into Qin Dingsen.

"What is this?"

"Third Master, this is a waste thing that Miss wants to throw away."

Qin Dingsen nodded clearly, and then hugged the box very familiarly, "It happens that I need to buy some things when I move here. I'll see what I can use and pick it out. I'll throw the rest away."

Uncle Lin looked embarrassed, "This..."

"What? I'm not the elder of your Qin family, so what I say won't work, right?" Qin Dingsen turned cold.

Seeing this, Uncle Lin had no choice but to give up, turned his head and left in response, and he couldn't help sighing as he watched the third master return to his room with his things in his arms.

Since the third master came back, the family is probably not peaceful.

Song Group.

The tall figure of the man stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the row upon row of skyscrapers outside the window, thinking about the profits he had made recently, and put his hand in his pocket, but touched the anti-allergic medicine he took from the car.

Thinking of the woman's unfeeling and decisive words, Song Qian always felt like a thorn in his throat, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Mr. Song, there is a courier that you need to sign for in person."

When an internal call came in, Liman looked at the word "Qin" on the box and always felt a bad feeling. After thinking about it, he continued, "Why don't I put it away for you first..."

"No, I'll be right over here."

Song Qian interrupted Riemann's words, and walked straight to the president's secretary's room.

A huge courier box was placed on the table. He also saw the word "Qin" at a glance, and his brows furrowed. Riemann observed his words carefully and said cautiously, "May I open it for you?"

Seeing that Song Qian did not refuse, Riemann immediately took out a knife and cut open the courier box.

There are a variety of things in the box, ranging from big pillows to small photos, some belong to men, and some... It seems that Qin Sang once gave him a gift.

Although Riemann doesn't know what these things are inside, but looking at the photos, he knows that these should be sent by Qin Sang.

Thinking of the ups and downs rumors that had spread some time ago, Li Man felt that Qin Sang was finally going to give up on this big tree. She was so happy that it was too late, and it was finally her turn to take over, so she immediately closed the express box again.

"Mr. Song, these things are annoying to you, why don't I take them and throw them away."

Speaking of which, Riemann was about to pick up the box and go out.

"lay down."

Song Qian said coldly.

Riemann was very puzzled, "But this..."

"My things, it's not your turn to decide." Song Qian's eyes were as cold as ice, piercing Riemann's eyes and heart, and she let go of her hand subconsciously.

"Xiao Li, take all these things to my office."

Song Qian called Xiao Li, turned around and left without giving Li Man a look.