Song Yuchen collected it and put away his phone.
Secretary Wang made the phone call to arrange everything, then came over and asked Song Yuchen earnestly, "Mr. Song, what should we do about Jiang Xu?"
"I've said hello to Mr. Jiang, but he can't make many waves."
"yes."
At this time, Jiang Xu was kneeling in the ancestral hall in the old house. He hated Song Yuchen even more. The existence of this man was his nemesis!
Jiang Xu's legs were numb from kneeling, his eyes reddened, "I won't let Song Yuchen go. I'm going to Rongcheng tomorrow, and neither of us will have an easy time!"
The secretary was about to persuade him, but Jiang Xu looked over and said, "You and the old man are in cahoots. Don't follow me tomorrow!"
…
Shi Yan was busy preparing for the competition and stayed up late in the study after work until the early hours of the morning.
When Song Yuchen came back, he found that the light in the study was still on. He took off his coat and waited until he was warmer before going to the study.
Shi Yan Guoran fell asleep on the table.
The table was covered with her paint, and a piece of it was rubbed on Shi Yan's face.
Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Song Yuchen did not wake her up. He sat on the chair next to her and looked at Shi Yan.
Shi Yan's skin is whiter than that of ordinary people, and her long eyelashes fall neatly under her eyes.
Shi Yan is very cute. The old lady was attracted to her at first sight and thought she was the most suitable wife for Song Yuchen.
Song Yuchen stared at her for a while, then leaned over and gently flicked Shi Yan's cheek with his hand.
"Uh, who? Don't move."
"Shi Yan."
"Song Yuchen?"
Shi Yan vaguely heard Song Yuchen's voice, and she suddenly opened her eyes, "You, you're back!"
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