Chapter 39
After Song Bojian brought Xiaochengzi back from New York, he arranged a transition class for him.
He can go to school directly next year.
Xiaochengzi likes to play with other children and is looking forward to going to school.
Song Bojian told him that she would send him to school, and he was so happy that Song Bojian didn't have to do any work at all.
Song Bojian would send him to school every day before going to the company.
During the years he spent abroad, he did not participate in any other work of the company. He only handed in his own drawings to the company and then communicated the details with the company's contact person.
Apart from that, he was like a homeless person.
On the first day, as soon as the plane landed, he went around the company and seemed to be doing okay. But when he went to the company again, he felt overwhelmed.
He complained to Qin Yutai: "Can't I just be responsible for drawing like before?"
"And then leave everything else to me and tire me out? Is that what you're thinking?"
Qin Yutai sat lazily on the sofa, staring at him.
"It was the same before. I think you did pretty well."
"That was when you were away. You're still like this now. Are you really going to tire me to death? I have a family to support. How can I bear to be tortured by you like this?"
Qin Yutai spoke so seriously that Song Bojian couldn't refute him.
In the past few years, or even since earlier, Qin Yutai has taken on too much for himself.
If he still acts so carelessly, it would be a bit unfair to Qin Yutai.
"Yes, yes, I was sorry for you before. I will definitely work hard from now on."
"That's more like it."
Qin Yutai was satisfied.
He didn't want to strive for a career, but her identity was put here. If she didn't make some achievements, he would be speechless and unable to face the people of Jiangdong.
He is no longer a young man in his early twenties, and he no longer has endless energy.
I can only share the work with Song Bojian.
Song Bojian has been hiding for three years, and he can't let him continue to hide.
At first, Song Bojian felt unfamiliar and overwhelmed, but after a while, he quickly adapted.
Not only can he share the work with Qin Yutai, but most of the time he can also directly replace Qin Yutai.
For a period of time, Song Bojian was so busy that he often missed the time to pick up Xiaochengzi.
When he came to his senses, Qin Yutai had disappeared for a week.
No one answered the phone and no one replied to the messages.
Song Bojian confirmed that Hansen's status was still being updated and that Qin Yutai had gone out to have some fun. He immediately called Hansen.
When Hansen answered the phone, Qin Yutai should not be there. Hansen answered the call frankly, and Song Bojian could not say anything unpleasant.
I could only wish them a good time and politely asked Hansen when Qin Yutai would be back to work.
Before Hansen could answer him, a sudden force rushed towards the phone. Song Bojian looked at the screen on the other side and felt dizzy, and then the call was immediately hung up.
Guessing that it was Qin Yutai who stopped him, he put his phone aside speechlessly. After confirming that there was no problem answering Xiao Chengzi's alarm, he devoted himself to his work again.
When he received Qin Yutai's call, he was leaving the office and preparing to pick up Xiaochengzi.
"How come you felt guilty and called me?"
Qin Yutai's voice on the other end was filled with anxiety: "Are you going to pick up Xiao Chengzi now?"
Song Bojian felt something was wrong and frowned: "What's wrong?"
"I saw on the news that a child was kidnapped at Xiao Chengzi's school."
The bag in Song Bojian's hand fell to the ground with a bang.
"What did you say?"
"You must stay calm now. I have already notified Meng Xihan, and she will pick you up from your company right away."
It took Song Bojian more than ten seconds to come to his senses. He immediately picked up the bag on the ground and entered the elevator.
"I see. Thank you for telling me."
He hung up the phone and called Meng Xihan again.
He didn't save Meng Xihan's number, and the numbers he dialed were all entered based on his memory of what he saw in Meng Xihan's office.
But his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't finish pressing the twelve-digit number.
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