After rebirth, Master Fu’s little ancestor went wild

"Okay, of course no problem." Meng Jingchu looked relaxed and happy, and even had a sincere smile on her face: "Do you need my help?"

Song Nian thought about it seriously, and then proposed: "I think it would be better if Miss Meng could help provide some photos of your personal life. After all, news needs to combine some photos, and we do not have Ms. Meng's personal photos. .”

It's not that he can't get it through other channels, but it's just not necessary. It would be faster to ask Meng Jingchu directly.

And he saw that Meng Jingchu seemed quite happy, as if he wanted the news to be released immediately, so he would definitely cooperate with him and give him the photos immediately.

When Meng Jingchu heard this, her eyes lit up.

She couldn't wait to take out her mobile phone from her bag, clicked on the WeChat QR code and handed it to Song Nian: "Let's add a contact information, so that if there are any subsequent questions, Special Assistant Song can contact me directly."

Song Nian took a look. Although he didn't really want to add her, but thinking that he might need to contact her frequently later, he had to take out his mobile phone and scan her QR code, and actively added Meng Jingchu.

As soon as she added it, Meng Jingchu passed it in seconds. Then she lowered her head and looked at her phone and said, "I'll send you the photos directly in a while. You can see if there are any that can be used. If not, I'll think of another way."

"Just post a few pictures at will. After all, you still have to rely on photos in the end." Song Nian said lightly.

Meng Jing froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal. Only this time she put her phone down and stopped selecting photos.

"I know, I'll send it to you later." Meng Jingchu said calmly.

Song Nian nodded: "I have nothing else to do here. When the public relations department has finished writing the manuscript, I will send a copy to Miss Meng for review."

Meng Jingchu nodded, and then she saw Song Nian packing his things, as if he was about to leave.

She thought about it, but still couldn't help calling Song Nian.

"Song Special Assistant."

Song Nian stood up for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked over: "Miss Meng, is there anything else?"

Meng Jingchu pursed her lips, a bit of hesitation flashed across her face, but in the end she couldn't help but ask Song Nian: "Sit down first, I have something to ask you."

Song Nian hesitated for a second and then sat back.

"Ms. Meng, you can speak directly if you have anything to say."

Meng Jingchu's eyes flickered for a moment, then she lowered her voice and asked, "I want to ask you if Mr. Fu's injury is serious. I saw him today and found that his eyes seemed..."

She didn't say the next words, and she wasn't sure whether there was anything wrong with Fu Hanzhou's eyes. After all, when she was talking to Fu Hanzhou in the ward, his eyes glanced over from time to time, as cold as ever, no change from before.

But if you think about it carefully, you feel that it doesn't seem to be implemented in practice, and something doesn't feel right.

Song Nian didn't expect Meng Jingchu to see it until now, which surprised him.

However, he also knew that this matter could not be hidden, and he had no intention of hiding it.

"Did Ms. Meng see it? Mr. Fu's eyes are indeed blind now, but the doctor said it's not serious and will recover."

When Meng Jing first heard that Fu Hanzhou was blind, a flash of regret flashed uncontrollably in her eyes, but when she heard later that he would get better, her eyes suddenly brightened.

She thought her emotions were well hidden, but she didn't expect Song Nian to see them all.

But Song Nian didn't say anything. Anyway, after this incident is over, Mr. Fu and Miss Meng will no longer have any intersection. Whether Mr. Fu is good or not has nothing to do with this woman. It's quite ridiculous for her to ask about this now.

Meng Jingchu didn't see what Song Nian was thinking. Thinking of Fu Hanzhou's injuries all over his body, she couldn't help but ask: "Speaking of which, I still don't know what happened to Mr. Fu's injury this time. Was it an accident or was someone trying to harm him?"

Somehow, the image of Fu Zechuan that day suddenly flashed through Meng Jingchu's mind, and a trace of uneasiness flashed through her heart, but it quickly disappeared. She didn't pay much attention to it, but he was just an illegitimate child who had just been admitted to the Fu family, so he shouldn't be able to make any big waves.

Hearing Meng Jingchu inquire about the car accident, Song Nian couldn't help but feel wary in his eyes, and stared at her vaguely.

Then he said in a cold tone: "Ms. Meng, this is Mr. Fu's private matter. It's not convenient for me to tell outsiders. I hope you can understand."

Meng Jing was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

Song Nian said this, so it was definitely not an accident. Otherwise, what can't be said?

Inexplicably, a dark cloud hung over Meng Jingchu's heart. The uneasy feeling seemed to be much stronger, and it seemed like a storm was coming.

She didn't have time to think deeply, so she could only suppress it quickly.

"Sorry, I don't know." Meng Jingchu said, but there was no apology in her eyes. Then there was a bit of hurt emotion on his face: "I just care about him, so I want to ask. If it's inconvenient, just pretend that I haven't asked."

Song Nian didn't agree with her, and when he heard what she said, he just responded in a cold tone: "Yes, it's not very convenient."

Meng Jingchu choked and was somewhat angry at Song Nian. But he still had to keep pretending: "Then we can't ask about this matter. Can we always disclose Mr. Fu's current injury condition?"

Song Nian subconsciously looked over carefully and defensively.

Meng Jingchu was startled by this look, and she realized something instantly, and quickly defended: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to understand Mr. Fu's condition first, so that I can better take care of his recovery in the future."

Song Nian had long seen through her inner thoughts, but he didn't bother to reveal it. He just warned coldly: "Miss Meng is too worried. I just want to tell Miss Meng that you don't have to worry so much. Mr. Fu's injury will be taken care of by someone, so it won't be a problem." If you need help from others, Ms. Meng doesn’t need to be too polite.”

Being blocked by Song Nian several times, Meng Jingchu's resentment towards him deepened. If Song Nian hadn't been with Fu Hanzhou for too long and was his confidant, she would have...

Meng Jingchu gritted her teeth and took a forced breath before calming down some of her anger.

"Assistant Song reminded me that I was overthinking it. In this case, I won't ask any more questions." Meng Jingchu's smile was a little stiff and she could hardly hold it.

Song Nian didn't want to see her ugly smile, so he picked up his briefcase and stood up: "If Miss Meng has nothing else to do, I will take the first step."

Meng Jingchu stood up, gritted her teeth and forced a smile: "Okay, then I won't see Assistant Song off. Walk slowly and be careful on the road."

Song Nian nodded and didn't say much to her. He just picked up his things and paid the bill, then immediately left the cafe.

Meng Jingchu looked at his back with a chill in her eyes.