Chapter 17 Stupid CEO Song Yichen
#Xiao Wenqian's agent was arrested# broke the news.
Big melons never come without warning.
Photos and videos of Linda walking into a police car in handcuffs dominated the trending charts on major platforms.
Yesterday, Xiao Wenqian was still flirting with the daughter of the Qin family, but today, his manager was arrested.
Linda was arrested. What does this have to do with Xiao Wenqian?
[Haha, managers and artists are deeply tied together. I don't believe that Linda's situation has nothing to do with Xiao Wenqian.]
So, what exactly was Linda arrested for?
Chenxi Group President's Office.
Ana Shen was reporting: "CEO, Linda has confessed everything. She claimed that the car accident happened because she wanted to help Xiao Wenqian get rid of you. She was driving the car, and it was her conscience that made her call the ambulance afterwards."
There are three computers on Jian Xi's desk. One is used to check the stock market, one is used to track the movement trajectory of the device, and the other is used to plan 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 is revealed, this will become her life-saving talisman."
Jian Xi leaned back and asked Ana Shen, “What about the others?”
Ana Shen 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.
Ana Shen didn’t understand: “The president wants to force the Qin family to mess up?”
Jian Xi turned her chair and looked sideways out the French window: "I want to know which members of the Qin family want me dead, and who wants me to live?"
“Yes, I’ll do it right away.” Ana Shen 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's voice was cheerful.
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 the 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 densely, and each one is in full bloom.
"Wife, do you like it?" Song Yichen asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, a Border Collie rushed in from nowhere, its legs jumping wildly, its heart shape broken, and it even took 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.
Why didn’t I realize before that this guy had such a silly side?
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 Ana Shen 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, and there was a certain messy and tattered fashion beauty to them.
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 don't have any money?"
The self-made CEO of the Song Group actually has no money to buy pants. Who would believe it if he told others?
"Although your company doesn't make money, you have a lot of personal assets. If you don't remember, I'll ask someone to check it for you and 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 my bank card passwords, I just put them on our bedside table."
Jian Xi remembered that she had seen this guy sneaking around the bedside table before, but she didn't keep 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, 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.
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's mouth himself, as if he was trying to please her or act coquettishly.
"I don't smoke and I don't have many social engagements. A thousand yuan a month is enough for me."
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 the Song Group (V): Come on, let's see whose wife gives the most pocket money! [Image].
[It turns out that even the boss needs to ask 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 this henpecked persona? 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. Besides, 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 my wife and me."
Fang Yinnian was so impressed that he hung up the phone angrily.
Jian Xi wasn't used to this way of getting along: "Actually, you can go and have fun. Appropriate socializing is beneficial."
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's still talking!
"Wife, don't eat takeout by yourself. I asked Mrs. Zhang to make some soup. Please drink more."
"There's always work to do, so you should take a break."
"And, wife..."
Jian Xi was helpless, but couldn't help laughing. She simply reached out of the car window, pulled Song Yichen over, and blocked his words with her mouth.
(End of this chapter)
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