Secretary Wu nodded, agreeing with Secretary Ye's words.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Song Jihuai didn't even feel like saying a word.
He was very angry.
He originally wanted to come to SL to vent his anger, but the result was not what he wanted.
Instead, I became even angrier.
Ye Qingtong continued, "But Ji Minghan is too petty. Does he really think we will do anything to SL Group?"
Secretary Wu thought for a moment and said, "That means he feels guilty."
"Um?"
Ye Qingtong didn't understand why Secretary Wu said that.
Secretary Wu shrugged. "He's not a child. He just has no other choice. He also knows that SL Group has done a lot of bad things, so he doesn't have the confidence."
When Ye Qingtong heard this, she actually felt that what Secretary Wu said made a lot of sense.
The two looked at Song Jihuai at the same time, wanting to know what President Song thought.
But with a "ding" sound, as the elevator opened, Song Jihuai walked directly out of the elevator and walked towards the car, with no intention of paying any attention to the two of them.
Secretary Wu: ???
Ye Qingtong thought for a moment and said, "They had a fight."
The only person who could influence Song Jihuai's mood to this extent was probably Su Su.
Ye Qingtong thought again, it’s a good thing she gave up a long time ago.
Secretary Wu was even more shocked than she was. "Director Su and President Song can still quarrel?"
After asking this question, he belatedly realized that before Director Su made the change, quarrels between the two were commonplace.
But no matter how Director Su makes a fuss, President Song’s work will be affected by it.
But this time.
President Song's mood at work has been affected by Director Su's words. He doesn't think that President Song proposed to hold a meeting now for no reason. He just felt angry with Director Su.
Ye Qingtong glanced at the secretary, then turned and walked towards the car.
Secretary Wu immediately withdrew his thoughts. After all, that was a matter between President Song and Director Su. To him, his own Qingqing was more important.
As soon as Song Jihuai got in the car, the driver looked at him carefully and asked, "Master, are you going home?"
Song Jihuai: "..."
He wanted to say he was coming home, but...
He glanced at his cell phone and saw that the girl had not called or sent him a single text message until now.
He said angrily: "Take a taxi back and get reimbursed."
It means leaving the car to him alone.
The driver got out of the car immediately. To be honest, he didn't care whether the expense was reimbursed or not. What mattered was that he had just been in the same car with the young master and he was under a lot of pressure.
As soon as the young master got in the car, he subconsciously even breathed carefully.
The driver got off the car and left immediately.
Song Jihuai sat alone in the car, his brow furrowed, but his eyes kept falling on his phone. He had figured it out. If only Su Wanyu had been more polite and explained it properly...
Although he would still get angry, he would still listen reluctantly.
But as the clock struck eleven, there was still no response from his phone.
"Bang."
Song Jihuai angrily threw his phone on the seat, but subconsciously controlled the strength. What if the phone was broken and he missed the girl's call?
Song Jihuai suppressed the thought in his mind, got out of the car reluctantly, walked to the driver's seat and drove himself.
He wanted to see how tolerant Su Wanyu could be.
But Song Jihuai's car was driving and somehow arrived at the door of the Song family.
Song Jihuai: "..."
He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to get off the car.
While he was still hesitating, the butler had already strode over with a smile on his face, "Master is back?"
Being in a difficult situation, Song Jihuai had no choice but to get off the car.
"Is the young lady back?"
Song Jihuai lowered his voice subconsciously.
The housekeeper smiled and said, "She's back. The young lady has been back a long time ago." But he also cooperated and lowered his voice. However, hearing this, Song Jihuai became even angrier.
Good job.
When I came back, there was not even a phone call.
Su Wanyu still thought she was right?
Song Jihuai was very angry.
He walked in with a rage, but as soon as he entered, he saw a small figure curled up on the sofa. He frowned immediately, "Why did you let the young lady fall asleep on the sofa?"
What if I catch a cold?
Even if you don’t catch a cold, what if you feel uncomfortable and uneasy when you sleep?
The housekeeper said helplessly: "We also advised the young lady to go into the house and rest quickly, but she insisted on waiting for you." The housekeeper blinked, looking helpless.
Song Jihuai was stunned, and the anger in his heart dropped by 20%.
It's a small thing with some conscience.
"I see."
Song Jihuai nodded and subconsciously walked towards Su Wanyu.
But the housekeeper hadn't finished speaking yet, and added, "Master, the young mistress has been waiting for you on the sofa since she came back, and she hasn't even had dinner yet."
What? !
Haven’t had dinner yet?
Even though Song Jihuai hadn't eaten either, he subconsciously ignored this point and just glared at the housekeeper, "Why didn't you tell me such a big thing?"
The housekeeper lowered his head and explained aggrievedly, "I wanted to tell you, but the young lady said you were angry and couldn't tell you."
Song Jihuai: "..."
"Prepare dinner."
He was really tired. How could his usually smart butler become like this?
Song Jihuai frowned tightly, determined to wake Su Wanyu up. No matter what the conflict was, they couldn't eat first! Besides, the little girl had stomach problems to begin with, but she had recovered well this year.
If you don't eat on time, you are likely to relapse.
He walked to the sofa next to Su Wanyu and sat down.
Su Wanyu curled up in a small ball on the sofa. Even though she was asleep, her brows were slightly wrinkled and she was not sleeping well.
"Wan..."
Song Jihuai had just said one word when he coughed twice, his tone becoming a little harsher, "Su Wanyu."
But the sleeping girl didn't respond at all.
Song Jihuai knew that the little girl tended to sleep very deeply. Although she usually got up very early, alarm clocks never had any effect on her.
She only accepts manual alarms.
"Su Wanyu."
Song Jihuai turned her over, held her in his arms, and shook her little head.
In this way, Su Wanyu was indeed awake.
She was so sleepy that she forced herself to open her eyes, squinted her starry eyes to look at the person in front of her and was about to continue sleeping, but when she saw the person in front of her clearly, Su Wanyu reached out her hands in a daze and hugged Song Jihuai's neck.
The little head rested on his shoulder, the breath sprayed on his neck, and the voice was soft and sticky, "Husband, you are back."
Song Jihuai's heart moved.
The anger value dropped by another 20%.
Su Wanyu sniffed and subconsciously leaned into Song Jihuai's arms. The little girl was so sleepy that she completely forgot that she was in the living room. She even rubbed against her husband's arms and spoke softly again, "Husband, I was wrong."
"Husband, please don't be angry with me, okay? I was wrong."
As she spoke, she kissed Song Jihuai on the face.
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