Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, three years have passed.

Three years later.

Saturday.

All senior managers of Tianyue Company are meeting in the conference room.

Over the past three years, Tianyue's business has continued to expand and finally successfully went public at the beginning of this year.

Song Ling leads the entire Tianyue Company and creates one business myth after another in the industry.

In just three years, the company achieved one brilliant achievement after another and entered its heyday.

Song Ling has become synonymous with legend in the business world.

It is precisely because of the continuous success and progress that Song Ling's work remains as busy as ever.

Although he wanted to go home to spend time with his wife and children every weekend, he still had to work overtime every weekend to finish his work.

For example, we have to work overtime today to hold a quarterly summary meeting.

Song Ling sat in the main seat, his eagle eyes calm and reserved.

He listened to everyone's reports on the quarter's work, occasionally offering an important supplementary statement or two. He exuded a kingly dignity and icy coolness. Every gesture was filled with forward-thinking dominance.

It was the sales director's turn to report on this quarter's sales performance. "Here..."

The vibration interrupted the meeting.

It was Song Ling's own personal cell phone. He was the only one in the company who had this privilege. During meetings, his personal cell phone was never turned off.

The senior managers present fell silent, and everyone turned their attention to the president with a powerful aura.

Song Ling looked down at the phone number displayed on the screen. The coldness in his dark eyes dissipated a little. He looked up at the watch on his wrist, picked up the phone and said calmly to everyone: "The meeting will be suspended for five minutes!"

When he walked out of the meeting room, the senior managers behind him couldn't help but bow their heads and say.

"I guess this call is from the president's wife..."

"I think it's Song Lingchen..."

"I also think it's the president's wife. Didn't you see that the light was a little soft when the president looked at it just now?"

"My analysis is that it should be Song Lingchen..."

"I'm betting on the CEO's wife for a week's worth of afternoon tea..."

"I'm betting on Song Lingchen for a week's lunch..."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the conference room was no longer so dull.

Everyone has different opinions and their own analysis and judgment.

Finally, everyone turned their attention to the assistant who was closest to Song Ling, waiting for the assistant to speak.

This betting game has become a major feature of the meeting room.

The assistant was quickly counting data on the computer, then slowly raised his head and announced the answer, "That was Song Lingchen's call just now."

Those who bet on the president's wife sighed.

"No way, every time Song Lingchen calls the president, I get a headache for a moment."

The winners of the bet are happy, and who wouldn’t be happy about the free afternoon tea?

In the lounge, Song Ling's fingers tightly gripped the phone. Although the tone of the answering phone was not as cold, it was still a bit helpless. "We reached an agreement last night. I can play football with you on Sunday, but I have to work overtime on Saturday."

Song Lingchen laughed on the other end of the phone. Although his voice was immature, his tone was calm: "It's not about playing football!"

Song Ling asked again: "What is that?"

Song Lingchen asked happily and proudly, "Can you control your wife?"

A dark line flashed across his forehead and he frowned, "What happened to my wife?"

Song Lingchen sighed like an adult, "Your wife is really going too far."

Song Ling endured it and rubbed his eyebrows with two fingers: "Tell me, what's wrong with my wife?"

Song Lingchen immediately began a long speech.

"Your wife goes shopping every weekend and always takes me with her. She also forces me to sit in a stroller while she buys clothes and shoes at the big mall. The closet at home is full of her clothes, and there are still a lot of shoes in the shoe cabinet."

Song Ling interrupted him, "It's your IQ that's the problem."

Song Lingchen was stunned and reacted half a second late: "Don't interrupt me, I will kill my sister."

Song Ling corrected, "Not sister, no. Have you ever learned Mandarin?"

Song Lingchen was a little frantic. "That's not the point. The point is that your wife is too much. She keeps buying too many machines all day long. It makes me feel bad."

"It's the people, not the machines!" Song Ling was a bit troubled. His three-year-old son sometimes couldn't understand Mandarin, and his intelligence level sometimes really worried him.

Song Lingchen puffed his cheeks in anger, "Dad, please don't interrupt me. Mom said it's basic courtesy to listen to others and not interrupt them."

“So, your mother is very nice and polite.” Song Ling raised his eyebrows, glanced at his watch, and grasped the time. He only left the little guy five minutes.

Song Lingchen yelled, "You are biased."

Song Ling said bluntly, "That's normal, because your mother is my wife."

Song Lingchen clenched his fists angrily: "Then I am not your biological son!"

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Ling said in a deep voice, "Men should do what men should do, such as playing with your car. Don't argue with women all day long."

It's hard to imagine that he was saying such things to a three-year-old child.

It seems that the way they communicate with each other is really special.

Song Lingchen hung up the phone directly: "I don't want to talk to you."

Song Lingchen had just hung up the phone when Liu Zhiyuan called again.

Song Ling was about to return to the meeting room. When he saw the caller ID, his eyes softened a little and he answered the call.

Liu Zhiyuan's voice was immediately transmitted, "Mr. Song?"

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