Accidentally became the little sweet wife of the black-bellied president

That night.

It was already ten o'clock that night when Song Lifu, who had searched all the connections and found nothing, returned home.

The friends who used to talk about everything at the wine table seemed to have disappeared overnight.

Song Lifu's face was ugly, and he returned home after a long journey, and lay down on the sofa in despair.

"How could this be, how could this be..."

"Dad, brother is back. If you don't want to talk to brother again, he will understand your painstaking efforts." Song Zhe walked over quietly and said with understanding: "I believe brother, I will never bear to look at you So haggard."

"He is back?!"

Song Lifu immediately stood up, his eyes widened: "Where is Song Yuan?!"

"Dad, brother is upstairs." Song Zhe said timidly: "However, if brother doesn't want to intercede, will our family really end up on the streets?"

"Hmph, I think, since Boss Ji likes him so much, why don't we just send him to Boss Ji's house? Maybe, as soon as Boss Ji is happy, he won't buy our company." : "After all, Mr. Ji said that whether our company will go bankrupt or not depends on Xiaoyuan's intentions."

Song Lifu's eyes flickered: "That's right, I'll send him to Ji's house right now!"

upstairs.

In Song Yuan's bedroom.

The wound was painful and still bleeding, so he carefully rubbed the ointment he got from the hospital on the affected area. Because of the pain, Song Yuan took a breath of cold air.

"Song Yuan! Are you back?"

"Dad... I, I'm back."

After getting dressed quickly, Song Yuan got out of bed and opened the door: "Dad..."

"It's good that you come back. I'll send you to Ji's house right now. Tell Mr. Ji well and don't make him angry, or I won't have your son. Do you hear me?" Song Lifu said coldly, directly Pulling Song Yuan's arm and lifting it out: "Go, I'll take you there now!"

"Dad, I don't know what you're talking about, I really don't know that person..."

Song Yuan's face turned pale, and he was dragged out of the bedroom without the slightest ability to resist, his arm was pinched so painfully by his father that it was almost broken: "Dad, that kind of person, even if I beg him, he won't bother. ..."

"You're still pretending!"

Song Lifu was about to explode with anger: "Do you know that because of you, the company will close down immediately! Do you know how many places I traveled today because of this matter? Are you happy to see me die of anger!"

"That's right, Xiaoyuan, we are all one family. If one family doesn't speak two different languages, what are you pretending to do with your father! Your father has already agreed to let you and Mr. Ji be together." Lin Aoxue clasped her hands, Standing aside, sarcasm: "Our little Zhe doesn't have your ability, you can work harder, work hard for this family."

"Auntie, you really misunderstood..." Song Zhe bit his lip: "I—"

"Shut up!" Song Lifu waved his hand: "There is nothing to discuss about this matter! As long as Mr. Ji agrees to give me the company, you should be a plaything for Mr. Ji! I will send you there now!"

"dad..."

Song Yuan looked at his biological father who had respected him for 18 years.

this moment.The middle-aged man in front of him was as strange as he could be.

"...Dad, don't tell me I'm not as important as the company in your heart?"

This sentence, every word weeps blood.

With trembling lips, he took a light breath of air, and the cold air rushed into his limbs and bones. This coldness was like a knife, piercing through his internal organs, and every inch was bloody and painful.

"Aren't you talking nonsense! Without a company, how can I support you? Don't you need to spend money to eat and go to school?" Song Lifu frowned impatiently: "Also, I will go to Ji's house later, be more obedient, Mr. Ji Do whatever you are asked to do! Don’t be disobedient! Otherwise, I won’t have your son!”

"Dad, you can send me there, but in the future, I will never have anything to do with you, you..." Do you agree?Before he could say the next three words, Song Lifu pushed him impatiently: "Hurry up, it's late, President Ji is asleep!"

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(I'll send Xiaoyuan to Ji's house right away. Guess, will our old Gong be particularly happy next time?)