Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Song Jin was so kidnapped by Wu Hua Da, and they all saw the power of this little President Pan, how dare they rush over to find death.

Seeing Yang Zhe lead people away, those people took advantage of no one to pay attention, and they panicked one by one, covered their faces, went down the stairs, and hurried out.

The elevator was put back into use, and everyone went to work as usual, not caring about what happened to the company.

Anyway, they can take care of themselves. The turmoil of the company has nothing to do with them.

In the conference room, the senior executives who didn't go are waiting anxiously.

Finally, the door was pushed open.

Everyone immediately raised their heads. The person who came was Pan Yijing who watched Pan Yijing come in alone, and his face was expressionless.

Pan Yijing returned to his seat, put his phone away, crossed his hands, and waited for the 'VIP'.

After a while, there was a loud noise from outside the door.

The executives were puzzled, and they stretched their necks to see what happened.

Yang Zhe's voice came from outside the door.

"President, someone has been brought here."

"Enter."

Pan Yijing dropped the word and stared directly at the door, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

The door was opened and the executives were dumbfounded when they saw the tied man.

"this……"

"President Song?!"

"Why is this tied up?"

Being pointed at by so many people, Song Jin blushed and glared at Pan Yijing fiercely.

"Untie me, do you hear me?"

"hurry up!"

Pan Yijing raised his head, Yang Zhe understood and let the bodyguards untie.

The two bodyguards untied the ropes and each stood at the door to prevent Song Jin from running away.

When he loosened the rope, Song Jin's face was arrogant and gloomy, and he did not forget to rub his hands full of red marks.

Pan Yijing raised his hand, "Sit down, President Song."

Song Jin snorted and kicked the seat closest to the main seat.

"Go away, this is my seat."

When the young man who was sitting in that seat saw Song Jin, he quickly got up and let Song Jin.

"You are clear, President Song."

Song Jin snorted, his expression satisfied, "You are acquainted."

The man laughed, then found a seat and sat down.

"Look!" Song Jin pointed at the man who gave him a seat, "Look at how sensible this guy is, he's much better than someone who tied me up."

As soon as these words came out, all the people present looked panicked and didn't dare to speak out.

The connotation of Song and Jin is obvious, and few people who don't know the connotation are Pan Yijing.

Just when everyone was frightened, Pan Yijing was still very calm.

They don't understand the pattern of the boss.

Song Jin's face was full of impatience, and he punched the cotton softly, making him even more impatient.

With his legs crossed, Song Jin glanced sideways and said in a loose tone, "I'm here, Mr. Pan, if you have anything to say, don't use the low-level routine of tying people up."

Pan Yijing snorted lightly, his eyes full of jokes.

Seeing Pan Yijing's slight expression, Song Jin was a little annoyed, knocked on the table, and asked angrily, "What is your expression?"

Pan Yijing didn't say a word, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Chenyu Group's planning book.

Yang Zhe came over, pointed to Song Jin's leg on the table, and lowered his voice: "Mr. Song, please pay attention to the impact."

"Influence?"

Song Jin got interested and straightened his back, "You talk about it, what's the impact. Didn't I do the same thing when Mr. Pan was there, and nothing happened."

Yang Zhe didn't speak, and continued to insist: "Mr. Song, please put it down."

Song Jin hooked his lips, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"Look at me, I forgot."

Song Jin put his eyes on Pan Yijing, and his tone was deliberately slow.

"You and your dog have only just arrived."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Zhe's face darkened immediately.

It's okay to scold him, Yang Zhe can endure it, but to scold Pan Yijing, this is something Yang Zhe can't bear.

If it wasn't for Pan Yijing who pulled him in a foreign country back then, I'm afraid he would have been corpse on the street at that time.