Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Xie Mincheng obviously understood the principle of hitting a stick and giving a sweet date. Halfway through his reprimand, his tone suddenly softened a lot.

He sighed softly, and the helplessness and tiredness in his brows and eyes made him feel as if he had aged ten years for a moment.

"Ming Yuan, you are my only son. The future of the Xie family and the company are all in your hands. You can't indulge in love and ruin the future of our family."

After Xie Mincheng finished speaking, he quietly looked at Xie Mingyuan who seemed to be aloof from the incident. Seeing that his expression was as calm as if he hadn't heard what he said, he couldn't help but ask again.

"Ming Yuan, did you hear clearly what I just said?"

Xie Mingyuan's slender fingers rested on the lid of the teacup, stroking it gently. Hearing this, he raised his head and his emotionless eyes fell on Xie Mincheng.

"Dad, since you're okay, I'll leave first."

Xie Mingyuan stood up and pushed the door open, but the moment the door closed, a dark color immediately appeared in his eyes.

Cafe.

Song Yuening dropped two sugar cubes into the coffee cup and stirred them slightly with a small silver spoon.

Qin Zhizhi, who was sitting opposite her, put her hands on her chin and lay on the table with a melancholy expression. Not far away was a small mousse cake whose shape had been destroyed by her with a fork.

In the soft music, Song Yuening reached out and poked her arm in a funny manner, earning a sad look from Qin Zhizhi.

"That's not enough. How do I remember someone telling me that even if I'm wearing high heels, I can walk with me on Center Street all day and all night? Could it be that I remember it wrong?"

The ridicule in Song Yuening's tone was undisguised, but Qin Zhizhi didn't even have the strength to refute, and instead let out a long sigh.

"Who knew there were so many people today? Do you know how painful it is for me to wear high heels and squeeze through the crowd? You are the only one smart enough to wear a pair of flat shoes when you go out!"

Song Yuening smiled and shook her head. Seeing that she was too tired to even speak, he stopped teasing her completely.

Today, she and Qin Zhizhi looked at many locations together and found many stores that were being rented out, but none of them met Song Yuening's expectations.

Although she knew that this kind of thing could not be rushed and could be taken slowly step by step, Song Yuening still felt frustrated.

She picked up the coffee cup and put it to her mouth, taking a sip. The rich and fragrant taste instantly filled her mouth, which also relaxed her tired spirit.

The phone on hand vibrated twice. Song Yuening picked it up and took a look, only to see another background private message from the short video platform.

Seeing that she hadn't looked away from the phone screen for a long time, Qin Zhizhi managed to cheer up, raised her head and asked.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Did someone send you something strange?"

Song Yuening is really popular now.

You know, there are many famous people, so Qin Zhizhi was afraid that Song Yuening would be resented by her colleagues, so she sent some strange messages to scare her.

Song Yuening shook her head, opened the private message, glanced at it casually, and then politely rejected the other party as before.

"I am the person in charge of the platform of some private education institutions. They sent private messages asking me if I had the idea of ​​becoming a teacher with them, but I refused."

Song Yuening explained to Qin Zhizhi while recalling the information she had just seen.

In the past few days, more than one private education institution has approached her, and the terms offered by each were naturally more generous than the last, but she rejected them all.

There is no other reason.

No matter how high the salary is and how good the treatment is, you are still working for someone else.

Song Yuening's original goal was to be her own boss so that she could have enough time to take care of her grandma, so naturally she would not change her original intention due to the temptation of money.

But sometimes she is confused and doubtful whether her decision is right or wrong.

What if in the end it's just a basket of water...

The chaotic thoughts were finally interrupted by the ringing of the mobile phone.

After regaining consciousness, Song Yuening picked up the phone, looked at the unfamiliar numbers, hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

A middle-aged man asked politely: "Are you Song Yuening, Ms. Song? Hello, we are an excellent private education institution."

"I saw Teacher Song's lecture video on the short video platform before. We feel that your teaching method is very suitable for the atmosphere of our institution, so I would like to ask Teacher Song if he is willing to teach in our institution?"

Song Yuening was stunned at first, and then became confused about whether to laugh or cry.

Is sending a private message not enough anymore? Why have you started calling?

And how did they get their contact information?

Song Yuening felt displeased that her privacy had been exposed, but she still politely rejected the other party.

The other party seemed to hear the firmness in Song Yuening's tone, and after chatting for a few words, he hung up the phone.

Just when Song Yuening was about to put the phone back into her bag and send Qin Zhizhi home, the ringtone rang again.

Thinking that the other party was unwilling to give up and wanted to say a few more words, Song Yuening directly picked up the phone without looking at the screen, but this time her tone was a little more obviously angry.

"Mr. Zhang, I think I have made it very clear just now. I have no intention of working in your organization. Please don't call me again."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while. Just when Song Yuening was wondering if the call had been hung up, a low, slightly hoarse laugh came into her ears.

"Teacher Song, it seems that my call came at a bad time."

Xie Mingyuan?

Song Yuening hurriedly brought the phone to her eyes. After seeing the name clearly, she patted her forehead with some annoyance.

Why didn't she see her name clearly when she answered the phone?

Putting the phone back to her ear again, Song Yuening's fair ears and cheeks turned red due to shyness.

She explained to Xie Mingyuan nervously.

"Sorry, Mr. Xie, I didn't see clearly that the call was from you. I thought it was Mr. Zhang who wanted to invite me to give lectures at their institution."

Xie Mingyuan was not too surprised, he just said softly: "It seems that Teacher Song doesn't want to go?"

"Yes, I just want to make short videos well recently, and have no plans to work in other organizations."

After Song Yuening finished speaking, he heard a vague sigh.

Xie Mingyuan's somewhat regretful voice came from over there.

"So that's what it is. It's a pity."

pity?

Song Yuening was stunned and said in surprise.

"What's a pity?"

"I originally wanted to ask Teacher Song to come back and continue teaching Zi Tao."

Xie Mingyuan paused and continued.

"He's been having a tantrum lately, and no teacher except you can control him. But since you have no plans to lecture, I'll just think of another way."