Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

After listening to what the assistant said, Song Hengxuan was silent for a moment: "... Got it."

"Mr. Song, do you want to continue?" The assistant asked, uncertain.

Song Hengxuan looked down at the information in his hand, and he didn't know how much he had read after so long: "Go on, if Xiao Nan doesn't like that house, give him his favorite car before."

Song Hengxuan specifically asked Secretary Jiang Song Xunnan's various preferences, all the gifts were bought by him, and he just wanted Song Xunnan to accept them.

The assistant thought about Song Hengxuan's busy schedule for the past few days, regardless of his health, and inspected the real estate under the name of the Song Group, just to pick out a house that best suits Song Xunnan's wishes, but the other party just ignored it and threw it away Trash cans on the street.

It is clear that Song Hengxuan's intentions are regarded as rubbish.

The assistant didn't know what to say for a moment. He spent less time with Song Hengxuan, and he couldn't compare to Secretary Jiang. There were many things that were not easy to intervene in, but he always felt that Song Hengxuan at this time, even if Song Xunnan wanted the stars in the sky, he would Seriously promised to get it.

Song Hengxuan didn't know what the assistant was thinking, but finally raised his head from the pile of materials and asked, "How is the company?"

The assistant hurriedly put aside distracting thoughts, and replied with a firm look: "Secretary Jiang is on the right track, but because you must give up the project to Nanbei Company, many high-level executives are dissatisfied and there is a commotion, but the young master suppressed it."

Song Hengxuan's expression remained the same after listening to it, making it impossible to see what he was thinking: "My younger brother has some skills."

The assistant flattered: "After all, you are a relative, and the young master has learned a lot from you, so this skill is naturally not a problem."

"You still don't spend much time with me," Song Hengxuan ignored the assistant's puzzled expression, and said, "Father asked me to take over the affairs of the head office, and you will go there later."

The assistant responded quickly.

Song Hengxuan asked him to go back first.

He understood what Song Juwei meant, and felt that when it was time for him to retire, he began to arrange for Song Hengxuan to take over.The affairs of the head office are far more difficult than Song Xi's current company. Song Hengxuan spares no effort to deal with that side, but this side will naturally not be able to take care of it.

I hope Song Xi won't cause him any trouble.

Song Hengxuan's eyes turned cold for a moment.

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Song Xunnan didn't know why Song Hengxuan was going crazy, so he gave himself a house.

Don't go to the hospital not long ago and burn out my brain.

Unexpectedly, after I refused, the other party turned out to be addicted, and I kept giving them without giving up, even for a week, and the gifts were not repeated every day, ranging from big to expensive houses and sports cars, to small to very ordinary Chocolate and boxing gloves, everything came according to Song Xunnan's preferences.

It was as if he was really serious about getting to know each other.

Song Xunnan would say no to the front desk at first, and then tell the two staff on duty at the front desk directly, don't tell him about this kind of thing in the future, just throw it out.

"Did you never think that he might come to you to make up? Or regretting what he did and want to make up for it now?" When Li Kewen came to Song Xunnan, he happened to bump into him pushing the bouquet of yellow roses away. open.

Song Xunnan didn't like flowers, so he pushed the bouquet away without pity.The lady at the front desk thought it looked good, and wanted to take it home as a decoration, and asked Song Xunnan if he was okay, Song Xunnan nodded, and then looked at Li Kewen who was talking to her.

"Why do you have such an idea?" He seemed to be really puzzled, and the end of his voice was rising when he asked.

Li Kewen pushed his glasses. He had worked in a flower shop, so he naturally knew the flower language of yellow roses, but he didn't know that the heirs of the Song family, who had always been cold and arrogant, would also know these trivial things: "Then you should at least give a reason to convince yourself Why do I give you these things every day?"

Song Xunnan smiled and wanted to refute, but his face became weird. After thinking for a moment, he pursed his lower lip: "...Do you think he seems to be apologizing?"

"If I'm not mistaken, probably yes."

Song Xunnan didn't answer immediately this time, but stood there silently, staring at the void without knowing what he was thinking.

When the elevator arrived, he turned his head slightly and said to Li Kewen, "I can't understand."

Before being pointed out by Li Kewen, Song Xunnan had never imagined this aspect, or he was too lazy to speculate on Song Hengxuan's mind.

Whether Song Hengxuan approached him or treated him coldly as before, Song Xunnan lost the urge to explore the reasons behind it.

Is it just that Song Hengxuan will feel sorry?Will he regret it?

For so many years in his previous life, he has never seen Song Hengxuan regret it.

The corners of Song Xunnan's mouth curled up, but it was not a smile: "Li Kewen, you still don't understand him. Song Hengxuan... never regrets such a small change in my attitude."

At most, he was annoyed, just like before, angry at himself for being disobedient, like a chess piece out of control, but he had to keep appearing in front of the opponent's eyes to give him a sense of presence.

Song Xunnan got out of the elevator and said, "The gift was probably chosen by Secretary Jiang. It's the same as the birthday present he gave me every year."

Perfunctory.

Who wouldn't give money?

Only Song Xunnan was foolish enough to think that Song Hengxuan had really given him a gift seriously, and had been sincere to him.

But in the end, he was just an unimportant person who could be dismissed with money.

"Is that so."

Li Kewen didn't ask any more questions. He didn't understand the entanglements of the Song family, and he didn't have the interest to explore further.

He just needs to be a diligent employee under Song Xunnan and work hard to make money for his mother's medical treatment, and that's enough.

The phone rang a few times, and it was the message from the protagonist in the conversation between the two.

Song Xunnan had to exchange contact information after signing the contract with the Song Corporation, but the contact person changed from Song Xi to Song Hengxuan.

It seems that even though the company belongs to Song Xi on the surface, Song Hengxuan is still in power behind the scenes.

Song Hengxuan usually wouldn't disturb him. The two of them haven't talked since Song Xunnan added his friend. This is the first time that the other party came to him.

[Song Hengxuan: Yellow Rose... Do you like it? 】

Song Hengxuan didn't know how long it took him to type this line. He typed and deleted in the chat box, deleted and typed, frowning back and forth several times before sending this passage.

Then, while admonishing himself to be patient, he couldn't help waiting nervously for Song Xunnan's response.

Song Xunnan's reply was quick.

[N. : The lady at the front desk likes it very much. 】

[N. : I still hope Mr. Song will not come to chat with me for non-work handovers in the future, I am very busy. 】

The flower... so it was given to someone, not he took it.

Song Hengxuan lowered his eyes to cover up his feelings, and thought for a long time before sending it to him.

Song Xunnan was a little annoyed to see if "the other party is typing..." appeared on the top of the chat box.

Is it necessary to fight for so long for a single sentence?

Did Song Hengxuan break his hand?

【Song Hengxuan: I see. 】

[Song Hengxuan: Mr. Song, keep busy, I won't bother you. 】

He still remembered that Song Xunnan didn't like calling him "Xiao Nan". Even though he still wanted to call him that way, but the other party seemed in a bad mood, Song Hengxuan could only change his name.

Who would have thought that one day when talking to his younger brother, he would use such an unfamiliar title?

Song Hengxuan withdrew his gaze, and asked the person standing in front of him calmly, "You said, something happened to Song Yuqing?"