Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

As soon as Wen Heng put on his white coat, the phone on the table rang, and he reached out to pick it up.

Xiao Zhou watched from the side, couldn't help being curious.

This was the fifth time in half a month. Who on earth called Director Wen so diligently to give gifts?

Wen Heng listened to the familiar voice from the property at the door, and after he finished saying "put it here for you to pick it up", he replied: "Okay, thank you."

Then inform Song Xunnan.

Because the courier had his own address on it, he was always the one looking for the property.Just don't know when this prank will end.

[Song Xunnan: Again?Why is he so persistent [speechless]]

[Song Xunnan: I'm working overtime today, can you get it for me?Seek to hear the doctor~]

Song Xunnan conveniently sent Zhang Baobao's emoji.

Wen Heng was busy with ward rounds, so he only had time to type "OK" with one hand.

When Xiao Zhou looked at Wen Heng curiously, he suddenly looked at the poor puppy on the phone screen, and quickly lowered his head in fright.

Director Wen, is something wrong?You're not chatting with your girlfriend!

Xiao Zhou speculates about the recent frequent phone calls and the soft and cute emoticons just now, so he is very sure of his guess.

Director Wen actually left the order behind the back of the whole department!

He was shocked and wanted to eat melons, wishing to look through Wen Heng and the phone line to see which gods were on the opposite side, and then met Wen Heng's cold gaze.

"Have all the cases been screened?" he asked.

It was obviously an extremely cold and calm question, but Xiao Zhou shuddered and straightened up immediately: "It's done, Director."

"Okay, you come with me."

Xiao Zhou watched Wen Heng's upright and handsome figure walk away, and hurriedly followed, suppressing his curiosity in his heart, and planned to go to Director Liang to inquire about it later.

Not to mention that after Liang Zhengqiu's loudspeaker publicity, the whole hospital knew that Director Wen had a girlfriend he was talking about.

Before going home at night, Song Xunnan went to Wen Heng's place to drag his courier over.He looked at the unexpected confession letter and some expensive and exquisite gifts in the box, and rubbed his forehead with a headache.

I couldn't find the sender, and the courier list also had the address of a store, so there was no way to start.

Fortunately, he had seen the wine delivered this time at Xia Ye's before, so he simply called him.

"It's rare, it's you who called me this time."

"I sent you a photo, do you look familiar?"

Xia Ye clicked on WeChat, and was a little surprised when he saw the bottle of wine: "Isn't this the winery that Yangzi and the others invested in? They are talking about customizing niche high-end products, and they are here to cheat money. You still buy their products ?”

Song Xunnan finally figured out the source, talked about his own affairs, and finally asked, "Do you know who invested in that winery?"

"I don't know. I'm not familiar with Yangzi and the others, but if you want to know, I'll ask you." Xia Ye said, remembering another thing Song Xunnan asked him to do. "Didn't you ask me to ask?" That matter, good guy, Song Hengxuan almost got into a fight with my brother after asking."

"...the reaction is so big?"

Xia Ye said: "Not only that, he has never done this before, it shocked my brother."

Song Xunnan closed his eyes and remained silent. Xia Ye called him a few more times before he responded: "Thank you for your hard work. Say sorry to your brother for me. I will come to the door to thank you later."

"No need, he doesn't remember anything when he's too drunk, and he must have forgotten it now. If you give me a gift, just give it to me, and I'll keep it for him." Xia Ye put his legs crossed on the table, his brows furrowed. Yang, not at all shy as Brother Keng.

"That's really great," Song Xunnan smiled lowly, "give me the address, and I'll send you wine."

"...You don't want to send me the bottle you received, do you? Don't bring such a shabby Song Xunnan!"

"Am I that kind of person?"

Song Xunnan chatted with him a few more words, hung up the phone and sat on the sofa for a while, wondering what he was thinking.The baby came to rub against his feet, and he picked it up and kissed its little ear: "Come on, let's go down and find the property."

It seems that what Xia Ye just heard is just a trivial matter, which cannot have any impact on his life.

He explained to the property manager that such courier delivery should not be sent again in the future. The property manager looked embarrassed and told Song Xunnan that it would be troublesome if all the things were piled up in the mail room and left unattended.In the end, both sides took a step back, and Song Xunnan directly asked the property to accept it as a gift to the other party.

This is the solution to this matter.

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With the help of Zhou Wenshu, Song Xunnan's products became popular, saving a lot of publicity costs.The follow-up development is also unexpected. In a short period of time, many hospitals in Europe have sent cooperation requests to digitize resources and upload them to the system.

As for why they couldn't figure out why Zhou Wenshu wanted to help Song Xunnan even after thinking about it, Song Xunnan himself didn't want to understand it. Later, when he contacted the actor himself, the other party just said that "there was no purpose."

He didn't want to say it, and Song Xunnan naturally didn't force it.

After a lot of business cooperation, it is inevitable to talk about business everywhere. This time, the partner is a bit older, so I chose a teahouse as the meeting place.

Song Xunnan never adjusted these romantic things, but he could pretend, and he could talk.A few days ago, I took a look at all the books related to tea, and I had a good time chatting with the boss temporarily.

"There are very few young people like you who can understand this." The boss was obviously very satisfied with the content of the chat.

Song Xunnan laughed with a guilty conscience: "You are ridiculous, I only know a little bit."

The waiter next to him kept staring at him. When he saw him smiling, he couldn't look away. He didn't even notice that the teacup was overflowing.

"Be careful."

The backs of Song Xunnan's hands were covered in hot water, and even the front of his clothes were mostly wet.

He first helped the waiter who almost broke the teapot due to a mistake and panic, and then applied the wet towel on the back of his hand.

The old gentleman opposite hurriedly asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Song Xunnan waved his hand without blaming the waiter who kept apologizing, and stood up with apology in his eyes, "Sorry sir, I may need to change clothes."

It is not polite to talk about things in wet clothes, the old man nodded: "Do you want me to help?"

"No, just wait a moment." Song Xunnan shook his head calmly, leaned behind him and went out to close the door.

As soon as the door was closed, he whispered quickly to the secretary standing at the door: "Is there a clothing store near here?"

The secretary knew he couldn't keep the other party waiting, so he hurriedly replied, "Yes, I'll go right away."

"I will go with you."

The hot tea was cold now, and it was cold and wet sticking to his chest, which was unspeakably uncomfortable. Song Xunnan followed his secretary and drove to a nearby shopping mall, went straight to the men's clothing store, and changed into a suit again.

When he came out, he found that there were a lot of people in the mall. He didn't pay attention, but just casually looked at the circular space in the center of the mall, but saw a familiar person.

Song Xunnan was taken aback, took out his mobile phone to search for the location, and found that it was indeed a shopping mall under the name of the Song family.

What did Song Song Hengxuan say when they met last time?

Oh, come to visit the mall.

It was a coincidence that he bumped into him, and Song Xi followed him, who looked like a brother and friend.

Song Xunnan was a little surprised and said to the secretary: "There are too many people, let's take the elevator."

When he was walking towards the elevator in a hurry, Song Xi seemed to have sensed it, and looked up in his direction, but only saw the staff of the mall holding up their mobile phones to take pictures, and saw him looking over and aiming the flash at him.

This kind of unrestrained and wanton eyes flashed a trace of disgust in Song Xi's eyes under the scrutiny of others. He didn't hide the coldness in his eyes at all. He stabbed straight at those people, forcing them to avoid them one after another.

The young master of the host family looks very well-behaved, why are his eyes so scary?Someone muttered.

Song Hengxuan walked in front and found that Song Xi hadn't followed. When he looked back, he saw that he was looking up in one direction in a daze. He couldn't help frowning: "Why don't you go?"

Knowing that he was impatient with him, Song Xi withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "Understood, brother, come right away."

Song Hengxuan didn't understand why his father insisted on letting Song Xi be with him today, and he didn't want to talk too much with him, just go his own way.

Song Xi looked at Song Hengxuan who was walking away, with the same smile on his face, turned his head and asked the reception staff who followed him: "Don't they need to work? Why do they still have the time to come out to see us?"

Seeing his tender face, the reception staff thought he was easy to talk to, and half-jokingly said: "Everyone just wants to meet people from the host family, just out of curiosity."

"Just curious? Is that so?" Song Xi repeated lukewarmly, his tone didn't match the smile on his face, and there was a strong sense of separation, "I don't like the way they look at me, you know what to do Do it?"

"This..." The receptionist didn't know, and looked at Yang Rong who was following Song Xi as if asking for help.

Yang Rong received her gaze: "Manager Wang, if you look at it any further, they will all lose their jobs."

Manager Wang smiled and asked the people around him to greet everyone to go back. Looking at Song Xi following Song Hengxuan's back, he thought to himself that he is really a rich young master with a bad temper.

Song Hengxuan wanted to see why Song Xi hadn't caught up, didn't pay attention to the front, his calf was hit, and he looked down.

It was a little boy holding a super-large model. After being hit, he raised his eyes angrily and stared at Song Hengxuan: "You broke my baby!"

Song Hengxuan didn't take the time to coax the child: "Uncle didn't pay attention, I will pay you a better one. You can choose what you want."

The boy didn't let go when he heard "better": "I don't want better ones, this is what Dad and I put together, no matter how good it is, it's not as good as this one. Uncle broke my things, why don't you apologize?"

Song Hengxuan was a little more patient because of the plane model: "I have already apologized and offered to compensate you."

"No, even my teacher taught me that when I apologize, I should say I'm sorry. You never said those three words to me."

Song Hengxuan didn't expect him to be relentless, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line.

Asking him to apologize to a child has never happened before.

The child's father rushed over to save the embarrassing situation: "I'm sorry, my child is not sensible, sir, don't worry about it. Shiming, why did you come here?"

The boy complained: "Dad, this uncle crashed my plane and didn't say sorry."

Both adults looked embarrassed.

Song Hengxuan looked at the astonishment in the eyes of the boy's father, and explained: "I will compensate you according to the price, or the two of you can choose your favorite toys for free."

"They say I don't want those anymore, I just want this plane." The boy said aggrievedly.

Dad picked up the boy: "The plane didn't crash, it's just that the parts weren't inserted firmly. You can insert it again and it will go in."

He smiled at Song Hengxuan: "Thank you sir for your kindness, but it's not necessary. The reason why Shiming reacted so strongly is because he likes this toy very much."

The boy held up the model airplane in Song Hengxuan's eyes that was worthless in his hand: "Of course, I worked hard with my father!"

Song Hengxuan stared at the plane being lifted high, and froze in place.

Things that I hadn't thought to understand before, I suddenly understood.

He suddenly understood why Song Xunnan asked him so excitedly whether he saw the photos or the model airplane.

For Song Xunnan, it's not just a photo or a toy, they represent Song Xunnan's past memories.

But I didn't think of this level, but I was at a loss as to why the other party was unwilling to accept his kindness.

From Song Xunnan's point of view, he is just tarnishing those precious memories again and again.

Song Hengxuan felt that he understood, but it was too late.

Seeing him standing there silently, the boy said, "Uncle, I won't let you pay, so don't be sad."

"I'm not sad, I just...lost a family member."

Song Xi heard Song Hengxuan's words and looked at him.

The boy didn't understand: "It must be because you treated him badly. Like me, I was reluctant to leave home. My parents treated me very well."

Song Hengxuan was startled suddenly.

"What do little brats know?" The boy's father hugged him, smiled apologetically and left.

Song Xi looked at Song Hengxuan who pursed his lips and moved closer to him.

"What are you doing?" Song Hengxuan looked at him, subconsciously moving away from him.

Song Xi noticed his movements and didn't care: "Brother, do you mean Song Xunnan when you say family?"

Song Hengxuan looked at him coldly.

"Brother, don't be angry, just ask casually," Song Xi put his hands behind his back, looking curiously at Song Hengxuan's expression, "I was thinking, when he moved out of the Song family, Big Brother didn't seem to stop him, so he was quite angry, why? Do you look sad again now?"

Song Xi threw his broken heart on the ground and stomped on it. Song Hengxuan could barely maintain his calm on the surface: "Song Xi——"

"Did I say the wrong thing?" Song Xi fluttered his eyes, a little scared.

Song Hengxuan stared at him coldly for a few seconds, and finally strode away.

"Why are you so angry, you don't have a sense of accomplishment in teasing at all," Song Xi asked Yang Rong with a playful smile, "You think so?"

Yang Rong dare not say no.

"By the way, you told me before that he sent Song Xunnan a lot of presents?" Seeing Yang Rong nod, Song Xi's nails dug into his palm fiercely, and his voice was poisonously cold, "He took it?"

"Mr. Song didn't accept it, and even told Song Hengxuan angrily not to bother him anymore."

"That's it." Song Xi's ruthless expression softened, and a disdainful smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "Song Hengxuan still can't change his arrogance after all these years. He thought that he would be forgiven if he apologized. There is no such good thing in the world."

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Meeting Song Hengxuan and Song Xi in the shopping mall was just a small episode, Song Xunnan didn't take it seriously, and returned to the teahouse after packing up to continue negotiating business.

In the end, there was no clear answer, but the other party was very satisfied with him, and the cooperation seemed to be a sure thing.

When Song Xunnan returned to the company, he bought a lot of refreshments and brought them back. The company's senior executives each had a box, and other employees also had them.

"It looks like the result is good, it makes you feel so good," Xie Yao waved his hand, rejecting the delicate plum cake, "Loose weight, don't eat high-sugar and high-fat food."

Song Xunnan didn't force it, and handed the unpacked pastry to Wen Jinran, asking him to solve it: "It's okay, the old man is still very satisfied with our company."

"Then tell the boss something more pleasing. There is free publicity for us to continue to save money." A minister handed the document in his hand to Song Xunnan, "just enough to spend the funds on the nervous system diagnostic instrument , we have put into production the new model.”

Song Xunnan flipped through the documents, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Variety show? Why do you want us?"

"Because the company's products were brought up by actor Zhou Wenshu, they have attracted more attention from the entertainment industry. This variety show has been very popular recently, and I also want to try it out to see if I can use the actor's gimmick to promote it. It is a win-win for us."

Wen Jinran glanced at the document: "Is it the variety show "101 Ways to Become a Hiring Worker"? It's been quite popular recently, looking for celebrity guests to work in different positions for a week, such as dessert shop waiters, high-rise cleaners, etc. have."

"Will it affect the company?" Song Xunnan asked. He glanced at the list of guests, but he didn't recognize any of them, and there were English names among them.

"The program team said it will control the scope and minimize the impact."

Song Xunnan closed the file: "Then agree."

But on the day the machine was turned on, Song Xunnan realized that he was blindly optimistic.

It was only the first hurdle to squeeze into the crowd of spectators and take the elevator back to his office, followed by a shout of excitement in front of all the cameras.

"Song Xunnan!"

Song Xunnan looked back in doubt, and saw a butterfly named Jiang Yuanzhou flying to his side, and the smell of perfume on his body made him uncomfortable.

He asked, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yuanzhou was confident: "Of course I came to participate in the show! By the way, have you read the confession letter I gave you? Do you like my gift?"

For a moment all the spotlights were on them, and everyone's gossiping eyes shot at them, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

Song Xunnan had never found it so difficult to breathe.

He took a deep breath, and smiled on the surface: "...So it was you."

"What confession letter?" Another deep and magnetic voice sounded with a hint of coldness.

Song Yuqing's long and narrow phoenix eyes looked at Jiang Yuanzhou quietly, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.