Song Yu Bai Li's Late Thoughts

E\u0026K Top-floor conference room of the group headquarters.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, a cross-border meeting was taking place in the huge conference room, which had been going on for more than two hours.

All shareholders and directors sat equally on both sides of the rectangular conference table, and the video conference was played on the giant screen in the conference room.

This meeting is particularly important. It is a meeting organized by all multinational companies around the world to discuss business strategies, market trends, cooperation opportunities, etc.

In the middle of the conference table, a tall man sat there, his deep black eyes staring lazily at the tablet in front of him.

Song Yubai was sitting at the main seat, wearing a black shirt with a messy collar, two buttons open, and the sleeves rolled up slightly. The black color looked particularly pure on him.

His eyes were long and narrow, his thin lips were smiling, and although he had a lazy attitude, he was still very imposing.

Many directors wore regular white shirts and black suits, which made Song Yubai even more unruly and unruly.

It's just that everyone is used to it. Song Yubai, who has the title of 'King of Hell', has never played his cards according to common sense. He just hopes that today's meeting will end smoothly and nothing will happen.

Song Yubai probably got tired of staring at the computer, so he took out his mobile phone to play with it.

He doesn't have many contacts on WeChat. Li Wanyi is the only one at the top of the chat box, but he has never exchanged a word with her on WeChat. However, he has had this WeChat account for eight years.

At that time, WeChat was just emerging. She was a freshman and he was a sophomore. On the night of the freshman orientation party, he drunkenly said that he had lost a game and had to add a girl’s WeChat account. If he added anything, he could delete it later.

In fact, he had wanted her contact information for a long, long time.

In the past eight years, he has never seen her send a message to Moments, let alone whether she has deleted him.

In the past, when he missed her too much, he would click on her profile picture to take a look. She would change her profile picture every once in a while. It was precisely because of this that his life was not so boring.

Her avatars are basically landscapes, a cloud, a flower, a sunset, a ship, a wave or her back.

He would use it to analyze her preferences and repeatedly figure out the meaning behind it.

Song Yubai clicked on the dialog box that he knew by heart, tapped his fingertips on it, and entered a string of words.

This time I didn't leave myself any time to think, and pressed the send button without hesitation.

[Wife, it’s me, your novice. 】

The message was sent, just sent...

Song Yubai was so happy that she didn't delete him!

As time passed by, Song Yubai's heart began to twitch, and his ears automatically filtered the content of the meeting.

If you don’t reply, do you mean you didn’t see it or you simply don’t want to reply?

He secretly thought that it must be because he had not seen the WeChat messages because he was looking after the children.

So, he edited another one, [Wife, I miss you! 】

Immediately following the third article, [Wife, what are you doing? 】

Article [-]: [Wife, please pay attention to me. 】

Article [-], [My wife...]

Song Yubai seemed to have opened up a treasure trove of chatterbox, and quickly sent a message that filled the screen to Li Wanyi's WeChat.

The meeting is still going on, and Song Yubai's heart is already surging with excitement.

At the other end of the video conference, Song Pajian coughed lightly and said, "Jiu Xuan, do you have anything else to add?"

"No." Song Yubai rubbed his eyebrows and pretended to be like that, "The strategic deployment for the second half of the year will be done as President Song said. I have no objection."

In fact, for such an important meeting, he has already read the manuscript in advance. The meeting is just to advance the process. If there is a better plan, he will put it forward and then discuss and finalize it.

Song Yubai put his phone on the table and accidentally touched the screen mirror on the phone.

Suddenly, the WeChat chat box between him and Li Wanyi was displayed on the giant screen in the conference room...

The huge conference room fell silent for an instant.

Board members here, you look at me and I look at you. It is so quiet that you can hear the sound of the central air conditioner. There is an atmosphere of ambiguity and embarrassment in the air.

Several older shareholders even blushed. No one expected that Mr. Song was still a 'clingy little dog' in private.

Song Yubai didn't know it because his back was to the screen.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

Song Bojian's voice came from another audio device. Her voice did not distinguish between joy and anger, "Mr. Song, please pay attention to your behavior. It is work time now."

Song Yubai was a little confused until the deputy director closest to him reminded him, "Mr. Song, look back at the big screen..."

Song Yubai looked sideways, paying attention to the several messages he had just sent to Li Wanyi.

He was a little dumbfounded and quickly turned off the Bluetooth on his phone.

Song Yubai sat upright, "Ahem...the meeting will continue."

Everyone didn't take it seriously. Mr. Song was wild-tempered and romantically inclined. He was often photographed hanging out in major nightclubs. He didn't know which daughter he had recently fallen in love with, and he was very clingy to others.

However, no one like this rich playboy has any sincerity.

What's the use of calling one wife at a time now?

The meeting continued, and everyone just watched it as a matter of fun, and no one took it seriously.

*

Songcheng Central Hospital.

There was laughter and laughter in the ward.

Wu Xitong was competing with Xiaozhe in the pot throwing game. Li Wanyi acted as the referee, and those who lost had stickers on their faces.

In fact, you take a clean trash can, stand at a certain distance, and throw paper balls into it.

Xiaozhe and Wu Xitong were equally ranked, with notes all over their faces. If you count carefully, Xiaozhe was better.

As soon as the two of them talked, the notes they blew flew to the ground, which looked very funny.

"Godmother, don't be so mean, stand back!" Xiaozhe's nipples sounded, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Wu Xitong pinched his chubby little face and said, "I really underestimated you. Why is your accuracy so high?"

Xiaozhe said proudly, "Godmother, it's you who are stupid."

Wu Xitong refused to accept it, "If you do it again, I won't believe it."

Li Wanyi smiled and said, "Xiaotong, are you okay?"

Wu Xitong blurted out, "A woman can't say no! I can do it!"

Xiaozhe corrected, "Godmother, you are wrong. Men can't say no, because we men are upright men~ We will protect you and Mommy at critical moments."

Wu Xitong burst into laughter. It was the first time I heard someone explain this in such a righteous manner, "Baby, who taught you this? You have such a sweet mouth?"

knock --

The three of them were chatting when there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Li Wanyi heard the sound and went to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Li Wanyi frowned and saw a bright little face of the woman at the door.

Just looking at her appearance, the woman is petite and cute, with an innocent and harmless look on her face, and doesn't seem to have any aggression.

The woman was the first to speak, "Wanyi, can we talk?"