"I've already arranged it."
Secretary Wu nodded.
He has been with Song Jihuai for many years and has gained a lot from it. He is quite adept at doing these things.
Song Jihuai nodded to show that he understood.
"Did you find out what year it was?"
Song Jihuai asked again.
If he was really S's child, then he might still be his uncle. Of course, Song Jihuai and the Song family would not admit it.
Secretary Wu paused, carefully searched the information, and said, "I don't remember the exact year, but it was more than 20 years ago, and there was a lot of snow that year."
"More than 20 years ago, it snowed heavily in Chengdu...it was 1991." Ye Qingtong recalled and said so.
"29 years ago." Su Wanyu said.
It turns out that 29 years was more than 20 years ago, which is not wrong.
"So if S has a child, he should be around 29 years old now." Secretary Wu nodded. "I will focus on investigating this matter. Please rest assured, Mr. Song."
Song Jihuai nodded to show that he understood.
Secretary Wu and Ye Qingtong looked at each other before leaving the office.
Inside the office.
Song Jihuai glanced at the little girl and said softly, "I believe there will be results soon."
Su Wanyu looked up at Song Jihuai and smiled, "Husband, please get busy with your work." She had read enough books and felt very bored at the moment, so she simply took a pen and paper and started drawing.
She likes design very much.
Seeing that she had found something to do, Song Jihuai simply didn't bother her and let her do her thing.
This painting took another afternoon.
Song Jihuai had arrived at Su Wanyu's side at some point, and when he saw her put down the last stroke, he spoke, "Is the painting finished?" This scared Su Wanyu.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly, took a deep breath, turned to Song Jihuai and smiled, saying, "Well, it's done." Her eyebrows were gentle and her face was full of smiles.
"Let's go."
Song Jihuai stretched out his hand to her, motioning her to follow him.
Su Wanyu obediently placed her hand in his palm and stood up obediently, but she still didn't forget the design drawings on the coffee table, "I'll take these to the studio first."
She said.
"Need not."
Song Jihuai said softly, "Just ask Secretary Wu to send it over."
"Alright."
Su Wanyu nodded. When the two of them reached the door, Su Wanyu handed the manuscript in her hand to Secretary Wu and said, "I'd like to trouble Secretary Wu to deliver it to the studio for me."
"I'll go."
Ye Qingtong said immediately, then looked at the two of them and said, "Susu, you and Mr. Song go back first. I promise to send it to the studio and personally deliver it to Yuanyuan later."
"good."
Su Wanyu agreed with a smile, then took Song Jihuai's arm and the two walked towards the elevator.
After taking only two steps, he saw Su Wanyu looking up and saying something to Song Jihuai with a faint smile on her lips. When Song Jihuai heard the little girl's words, his first reaction was to lower his eyes slightly and listen carefully.
Looking at the two of them, I just felt that they were a match made in heaven.
They are such a perfect match.
Ye Qingtong looked at the backs of the two people, sighed softly, then quickly retracted his gaze and said, "I don't know what happened." This made Su Su and Song Jihuai feel like they were facing a great enemy.
Even she, as a mutual friend of the two, didn't know much about this matter.
I can only guess that it might be related to Susu.
But I can’t guess the specific answer, which is very frustrating.
Secretary Wu glanced at Ye Qingtong and comforted her softly, "Qingqing, President Song should have some thoughts about this matter, so we don't need to think too much about it." There's no point in thinking too much.
How could others easily guess what Mr. Song was thinking?
Ye Qingtong nodded, agreeing with Secretary Wu's words. If Song Jihuai wanted to hide something in his heart, it would not be easy for others to guess.
That’s Song Jihuai!
What an amazing person.
Song Jihuai and Su Wanyu didn't know what the other two were thinking, otherwise they would have been speechless at this moment, not knowing what to say. However, the two of them walked downstairs hand in hand and headed straight for the basement garage.
Ever since the accident, Song Jihuai never let the driver drive again, and he did everything himself.
It's the same now.
Song Jihuai was driving the car himself, and Su Wanyu was sitting in the passenger seat. She even had her hand held by Song Jihuai. Although Su Wanyu didn't have a driver's license, she still knew the basic common sense. At this moment, she couldn't help but say, "Husband, drive carefully."
What it's like to hold her hand!
"good."
Song Jihuai finally agreed, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and his expression became serious.
Su Wanyu couldn't help but look at him. Such a handsome husband, yet so gentle. Thinking of this, Su Wanyu felt uncomfortable again. The pain spread from her heart to her limbs, strangling her throat, making it difficult for her to even breathe.
Such a husband is really nice.
But she seemed to have no blessings.
She felt that familiar feeling again, but Su Wanyu did not show it. She even lowered her eyes slightly to hide the emotions in her eyes.
At this moment, she was very glad that she had just said that to her husband. Now she could clench her fists openly without worrying that her husband would notice that her hands were freezing cold.
It's the coldness that emanates from the heart.
She felt that her time might not be long.
The car was quiet for a moment. Song Jihuai seemed a little uncomfortable and said softly, "I just asked the housekeeper to prepare your favorite dishes. It's still early today, so we can install the slide after dinner. How about it?"
Song Jihuai asked patiently. He rarely talked so much, but when facing Su Wanyu, he didn't feel that he talked too much. Instead, he felt that this made the air in the car circulate more.
"good."
Su Wanyu only said one word.
But the next second.
The car stopped on the side of the road. Of course, Song Jihuai did not brake suddenly, but parked it properly. Even at this time, he was still worried that sudden braking would hurt Su Wanyu.
"Wanwan."
As soon as Song Jihuai stopped the car, he turned to look at Su Wanyu, his eyes full of worry, "What's wrong with you?"
He frowned slightly, and realized that something was wrong with Su Wanyu from just one word of her answer. He stopped the car and looked at the girl with concern.
Su Wanyu took a deep breath.
"No, I'm fine."
She looked up and tried to smile.
But Song Jihuai still keenly sensed that something was wrong. He frowned, "Su Wanyu."
He called out the full name, showing his seriousness at the moment.
Su Wanyu pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes curved, "Husband, I'm really fine, you don't have to worry." She said softly.
Song Jihuai: "..."
He wanted to not worry.
But the little girl looked like she had a problem, and he frowned. But at this moment, Su Wanyu's phone rang.
Su Wanyu immediately looked away and went to look for her phone, "I'll answer the call first."
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