Song Chen suddenly burst into laughter, his smile sinister and ruthless: "Song Qingyou, I really misjudged you before. I thought Song Shi of the Song family was the most scheming, but I never expected that you were the one who was hiding the deepest secret."
Song Qingyou: "You flatter me."
Song Chen swallowed the mouthful of bloody saliva and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, being locked up for a month can get you 1.5 billion, it's worth it."
He snatched the pen Song Qingyou handed him, quickly signed his name at the end of the contract, then slammed it down in front of her, spitting out each word, almost through gritted teeth: "Song Qingyou, you're ruthless."
Song Qingyou casually picked up the document, turned around and said, "Miss Jiang, aren't you going to do it?"
Jiang Xun rarely showed any emotional fluctuations, and few people could catch her eye. But today, this sickly beauty from the capital made her look at her in a new light.
It appears to be a delicate and harmless white flower, but it is actually poisoned.
Her face resembles Guanyin, but her heart is as venomous as a snake.
It's cold and ruthless enough.
It seems that the Song family will eventually return to her hands.
Jiang Xun couldn't help but think that if this woman hadn't had this illness, perhaps the Song family's achievements would have been far greater than they are now...
Forget it, why think about these things?
Jiang Xun shook his head and gestured to the bodyguards behind him. The group of people immediately stepped forward, grabbed Song Chen, and took him away.
Liang Muchuan asked in astonishment, "So from the very beginning, it was all planned by you and Wen Zhou?"
Song Qingyou pursed her lips and remained silent.
Fu Wenzhou scoffed lightly, picked up the cat, and walked out.
Liang Muchuan was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xun: "Young Master Liang, sometimes silence is a virtue."
Liang Muchuan: "?"
Song Qingyou rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She knew what Fu Wenzhou was angry about.
Jiang Xun looked at Song Qingyou and asked, "Miss Song, I'm curious about something. How did you know that Song Chen would definitely bet with you?"
Song Qingyou tidied up the documents and put them in her bag, her voice light: "When you know someone well enough, every step they take will be within your prediction."
She didn't have the ability to predict the future; she simply understood Song Chen better than he did himself.
She didn't ask for 1.5 billion because Song Chen simply couldn't afford the remaining 1.5 billion.
Everything went according to plan today, except for the fact that her puppy got angry and ran away.
well……
I need to coax them again.
Song Qingyou coughed a few times. "Young Master Liang, Miss Jiang, I'll be leaving now."
She had just taken a step when Liang Muchuan suddenly said, "Song Qingyou, we haven't added each other on WeChat yet, have we?"
Song Qingyou paused slightly, turned around, and said, "There's no need for that."
Liang Muchuan: "Huakong recently has a project that needs to find a venture capital firm, and we hope to have the opportunity to cooperate."
Liang Muchuan didn't mean anything by it; he genuinely valued Song Qingyou's abilities. Huakong's pharmaceutical division was currently developing a new drug, and Song Qingyou had been in contact with Dingsheng Pharmaceutical before her divorce, so she was quite knowledgeable about this area.
Investing in her is better than investing in someone else.
This way, I can both do my brother a favor and test this little genius's true abilities.
When she takes charge of the Song family, Huakong might be able to seize the initiative in cooperation.
Song Qingyou seemed to think for a few seconds, "Now Yan Shao is in charge of Shiyu Venture Capital. You can go to Shiyu and talk to him about venture capital matters."
After saying that, he left.
Liang Muchuan paused, probably not expecting Song Qingyou to refuse so decisively.
Jiang Xun said cryptically, "Don't fight with a mad dog for food, or you'll get bitten."
Liang Muchuan: "..."
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The hotel arranged by the Jiang family was right by the sea, and there were special boats to pick people up and drop them off.
Song Qingyou walked to the stern and saw Fu Wenzhou sitting on one of the boats, holding a cat.
She couldn't help but smile.
Even if a puppy is very angry, it will not abandon its owner and run away.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were sinister, his face ashen, and he stood there like a living Yama.
When Zhouzhou saw Song Qingyou, she meowed and tried to jump off the man, but she was suppressed and could not escape his clutches. She meowed even louder.
Song Qingyou tiptoed off the boat. The boatman next to her tried to reach out to help her, but before he could, an arm appeared in mid-air, blocking his way and pulling her up with one hand.
The moment Song Qingyou's feet touched the deck, Fu Wenzhou let go of her, turned his head away with a cold expression, as if he didn't want to look at her even once.
Song Qingyou's eyes widened slightly: "Fu Wenzhou, are you angry?"
Fu Wenzhou seemed not to hear, holding the cat without saying a word.
Song Qingyou: "I'm asking you a question."
Fu Wenzhou coldly replied, "No."
No?
This is what you call not having it?
Song Qingyou didn't expose him, and sat quietly opposite him, watching his long, beautiful fingers stroke Zhouzhou's fur.
Zhouzhou looked like she was about to cry but had no tears, and meowed pitifully.
If it could talk, it would definitely beg its owner to save it; if it keeps being petted like this, it's really going to go bald!
The boat was very fast, and it reached the other side in just a few minutes.
As soon as she stepped out of the cabin, a strong sea breeze swept over her, causing Song Qingyou to cough.
The howling of the cold wind did not continue; someone stood in front of her and enveloped her entire body.
She looked up and saw Fu Wenzhou's gloomy yet beautiful eyes.
Fu Wenzhou tossed Zhouzhou to her, then picked her up and carried her straight into the hotel.
He didn't put the person down until they reached the room, and went to the bathroom without saying a word.
Soon, the sound of water could be heard from inside.
Song Qingyou was taken aback by his series of actions and exchanged a speechless glance with Zhouzhou.
She just didn't tell him the purpose of her trip to Binhai, and he got so angry?
She crouched down and patted Zhouzhou's head: "What should we do?"
Zhouzhou meowed a few times, as if to say that it didn't know either.
Even when Fu Wenzhou was angry, he would never ignore her.
Song Qingyou sighed and squatted on the ground, somewhat at a loss.
Zhouzhou rubbed her head against her palm.
The sound of water stopped at some point.
The bathroom door was opened, and Song Qingyou looked up in response, immediately stunned.
The man wore only a towel around his waist, his wet hair hung down his forehead, and water droplets slid down his muscles and into his waist.
With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and clearly defined abdominal muscles, his taut muscles roared in the dead of night, giving him a wild and untamed appearance.
Like a lone wolf in the desert, it drives people crazy in the dark night.
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