Chapter 17 Stupid CEO Song Yichen

#Xiao Wenqian’s agent was arrested#.

Big melons never come without warning.

Photos and videos of Linda walking towards the police car in handcuffs dominated the trending charts on major platforms.

[Yesterday, Xiao Wenqian was still having a hot relationship with the daughter of the Qin family, but today his manager went to jail.]

[Linda was arrested, what does it have to do with Xiao Wenqian? 】

[Haha, managers and artists are deeply tied together. I don’t believe that Linda’s matter has nothing to do with Xiao Wenqian.]

[So, why was Linda arrested? ]

The president's office of Chenxi Group.

Shen Yan was reporting: "CEO, Linda has confessed everything. She claimed that the car accident was to help Xiao Wenqian get rid of you. She was the one driving the car, and she called the ambulance afterward because she felt guilty."

There are three computers on Jian Xi's desk, one is for checking the stock market, one is for tracking the movement trajectory of the device, and the other is for the business plan for the holographic AI project.

"Haha, she actually knows how to leave herself a way out. There will always be someone calling the police at the scene of a car accident, so she might as well do it herself. Once the truth comes out, this will become her life-saving talisman."

Jian Xi leaned back and asked Shen Yan: "What about the others?"

Shen Yan shook his head: "I didn't say anything."

"Hand over the evidence of Linda's dealings with the Qin family to the police in secret." Jian Xi made the decision almost without hesitation.

This was much earlier than their previous plan.

Shen Yan didn't understand: "The president wants to force the Qin family to lose their composure?"

Jian Xi turned the chair and looked sideways out the French window: "I want to know who in the Qin family wants me to die, and who wants me to live?"

"Yes, I'll do it right away." Shen Yan went out with a serious face.

The office was quiet, and the sudden ringing of the bell was a little harsh.

The ringing stopped and soon started again.

Only then did Jian Xi pick up the phone.

"Wife, come to the window and look downstairs." Song Yichen said excitedly.

Jian Xi stood up and walked to the window.

The floor was too high and I could only vaguely see a small figure.

She simply took a telescope and finally saw clearly that Song Yichen was standing in the heart shape formed by red roses and waving at him.

There are many roses, arranged very closely, and each one is in full bloom.

"Wife, do you like it?" Song Yichen asked.

Just as he finished speaking, a Border Collie rushed in from nowhere, its legs jumping wildly, its heart shape broken, and it even snatched away the egg tarts that Song Yichen had specially bought.

"Greedy dog, that was bought for my wife, where are you running to!" Song Yichen ran after the dog and even forgot to hang up the phone.

Jian Xi couldn't help but laugh.

How come I didn't realize this guy had such a silly side before? When it was almost time to get off work in the afternoon, Song Yichen came to Chenxi carrying a box of freshly baked egg tarts.

"Mr. Song."

"Mr. Song... ok?"

The employees couldn't help but laugh.

No, you have to hold it in.

Even someone with a cold personality like Shen Yan couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw Song Yichen.

"Mr. Song, the president is in the office." He helped Song Yichen open the door and asked considerately, "Do you need a medicine box?"

Song Yichen waved his hand: "I'm fine, I'm not injured."

Jian Xi looked at him, and the smell of work on her body faded a lot with her smile.

"Fringed jeans? Is this a new style?" Jian Xi asked with a smile.

Song Yichen's trouser legs were torn into strips, which really gave him a kind of messy and tattered fashion beauty.

Song Yichen put the newly bought egg tarts on the table: "It's all that greedy dog's fault. He actually stole my egg tarts. I had to buy new ones, so I didn't have money to buy another pair of pants."

Jian Xi: “…”

Listen to what you are saying?

"You have no money?"

The self-made CEO of the Song Group actually has no money to buy pants. Who would believe it if I told them?

"Although your company doesn't make money, you have considerable personal assets. If you don't remember, I'll have someone check it for you and ask you to change your bank card password or something." Jian Xi said.

Song Yichen took out the egg tart and placed it in front of Jian Xi, exuding a milky aroma.

"It's not that I don't know the bank card password, I just put them all on our bedside table."

Jian Xi remembered that she had seen this guy sneaking around the bedside table before, but she didn't have any confidential documents or important things at home, so she ignored him.

"Why did you put the bank card there?" Jian Xi asked.

Song Yichen replied seriously: "I am a married man, so of course my property should be handed over to my wife."

Jian Xi: “…”

"Wife, I spent all my money on egg tarts. There is no business in the store today. You have to give me some pocket money." He said it as a matter of course.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

It seemed like giving all the money to Jian Xi was the most normal thing to do.

This was something Jian Xi had not expected.

Song Yichen felt that the temperature of the egg tart was right, so he fed it to Jian Xi himself, as if he was trying to please her or act coquettishly.

"I don't smoke, and I don't have many social engagements. Just give me a thousand dollars a month."

He naturally stuffed the egg tart that Jian Xi had bitten into his mouth.

Jian Xi transferred five thousand yuan to Song Yichen.

Song Yichen was so moved that tears almost came out.

Song Yichen, President of Song Group V: Come on, let’s see whose wife gives more pocket money! [Picture].

[It turns out that the boss also asks his wife for pocket money. 】

[Five thousand yuan is exactly my monthly salary. Is this the world of the rich? ]

[I think 500 yuan is enough because my wife gave me 600 yuan.]

[It's funny, what's the point of having such a henpecked character? Anyway, I don't believe that a CEO only gets 5,000 yuan in pocket money every month. ]

On the way home, Song Yichen received a call from Fang Yinnian, asking him to go out and have fun.

"No, I still have to go home and cook for my wife. You, a single guy, don't understand the meaning of going home together. And why would I go to a place like a nightclub? Don't slander me in front of my wife."

Fang Yinnian couldn't believe his ears: "You're not on speakerphone, are you?"

Song Yichen did not deny: "There are no secrets between me and my wife."

Fang Yinnian was so impressed that he hung up the phone angrily.

Jian Xi was a little unaccustomed to this way of getting along: "Actually, you can go and have fun. Appropriate socializing is good for you."

In Song Yichen's memory, he was still young and at the age when he loved to play.

He was a little moved.

"Wife, are you really going to let me go out and play with Fang Yinnian?"

Jian Xi: "Well, go ahead. Where is he? I'll take you there."

Song Yichen asked Fang Yinnian for the address.

At the intersection of the bar street, Fang Yinnian stood not far away, watching Song Yichen and Jian Xi say goodbye... for five minutes.

Five minutes!

He is still talking!

"Wife, don't eat takeout by yourself. I asked Mrs. Zhang to make some soup. You can drink more."

"There is no end to the work, so you should take a break."

"And, my wife..."

Jian Xi was helpless, but couldn't help laughing, so she simply reached her hand out of the car window, pulled Song Yichen over, and blocked his next words with her mouth.

(End of this chapter)