Song Wuyou looked at Sister Song puzzledly: "Why is it wrong?"
"Young Master Gu has no whereabouts so far. With those reporters, we also lost." Sister Song said.
"I'm trying to prevent them from writing carelessly." Song Wuyou thought it was an unlucky word to write about Gu Yanhao's death.
"You can stop one or two, but you can't stop all the reporters." Sister Song frowned slightly, and looked at Song Wuyou earnestly: "Madam, if you sue those reporters, it will only make you feel that what you did is There is no silver three hundred taels here, which makes them think that Young Master Gu has left us. Instead of arguing with them, it is better to face it quietly. More importantly, we need evidence to go to court, and we still don’t know Young Master Gu’s identity. The whereabouts, those reporters have never seen Gu Shao's body, such a commotion, we may not win, and the media will only have more things to write."
Hearing this, Song Wuyou carefully analyzed Sister Song's words, and what Sister Song said made sense. Now, they don't know Gu Yanhao's whereabouts, and they can't prove that Gu Yanhao is still alive.
The reporter wrote this because he had never seen Gu Yanhao come out, and news came out that Gu Yanhao's personal bodyguard, A De, fell into the Nanjiang Bridge and was trapped in the car and drowned.
In that car, one of Gu Yanhao's shoes was also found. The media also saw this shoe, and because they hadn't seen Gu Yanhao for so long, they dared to write that Gu Yanhao was dead.
Song Wuyou raised his head and smiled softly at Sister Song, "I know what to do, Sister Song, don't worry, I won't mess around."
Sister Song was relieved when she heard this, and she said, "Madam, it doesn't matter if the company is gone. Fortunately, the company has no foreign debts. If you close the company, you won't be homeless, and you are currently managing the company. Song family, Song family is the only way to survive. Let reporters write about Gu family as they like. Don’t be overwhelmed by these pressures. You have to think about Xiaobao. Xiaobao doesn’t want to have an unhealthy mother. "
Stress can drive people crazy.
When Song Wuyou came here, he had to face all kinds of negative pressure from the media, and secondly, he also had to face the pressure of her husband's disappearance. It was so pitiful. Sister Song was afraid that she would not be able to bear it.
"I know." Song Wuyou smiled softly, lowered his head, and drank the porridge.
She frowned slightly, raised her eyes, glanced at Sister Song, and said with a smile, "Sister Song, today's porridge is a bit salty, so put less salt in it another day."
"Really? I usually put it like this. It may be that the newly bought salt has a strong taste. When I cook, I just put less."
"Um."
"Ma'am, I'm going to see Xiaobao then."
"Um."
"Madam, I will take care of Xiaobao, don't worry. Sister Song has experience in taking care of children, so you can take care of what you have to deal with when you are outside."
Song Wuyou smiled: "Thank you, Sister Song."
"You're welcome. I treat Xiaobao like a granddaughter. I'm happy to have such a beautiful and lovely granddaughter. Ma'am, eat slowly and eat more. I'll see if Xiaobao is awake."
After Sister Song left, Xu Jing came to Song Wuyou and pulled a chair to sit down. Xu Jing looked at Song Wuyou distressedly: "Miss, are you sad?"
"Let's have breakfast. I'll go to the hospital first, and then to the Song family." Song Wuyou said.
"Oh..." Seeing that Song Wuyou didn't want to talk about this heavy topic, Xu Jing stopped asking.
In fact, Xu Jing knew that her question was nonsense, right
Who would not feel sad when encountering such a thing