Once upon a time, Song Jingwan was still rejoicing that the Song Yaoyao she hated didn't look like her.
Until she saw Mu Wei—
Zhou Manli hasn't come back from shopping yet, and Song Rui is rarely at home.
Song Wenchuan had his coat hanging in his arms, and as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Song Jingwan walking in with a sullen face.
"What happened to your hair? Someone bullied you?"
Song Jingwan's footsteps paused slightly, she clenched her hands tightly, and slowly raised her head.
After the last quarrel in the hospital, Song Jingwan hadn't spoken to Song Wenchuan for a long, long time. It is undeniable that even now, Song Jingwan still has resentment towards him.
"Still angry?"
Song Wenchuan raised his forehead, and he handed the coat to the servant, "wash it."
"If it's because of what happened last time, then I apologize to you. My words may indeed be a bit harsh, but Jingwan, I really think that the entertainment industry is not suitable for you. You are very good, at least finish college. Wait for your temper Settled down and matured, if you still insist on wanting to be an actor, then I won't stop you."
Because of these words, Song Jingwan felt a little better.
She pursed her lips, her eyes quickly filled with mist, and her voice was weak, "But I... really like that industry, brother, I haven't liked something like that for a long time. I promise, I will definitely not I will fall behind in my studies, so please help me, okay?"
As long as Song Wenchuan is willing to nod, it will not be easy for her to get the role of Mu Wei.
Song Wenchuan closed his eyes, "There is no need to discuss this matter, and I will not help you. If you insist, I will not stop you."
But Song Jingwan didn't want to get any help from him. Song Wenchuan's original intention was to make Song Jingwan quit in the face of difficulties, and the college entrance examination would be in a few months.
Although people like them don't care whether she can come back with a top score in the college entrance examination. However, no matter which school you are in, grades are the best stepping stone.
Even if you want to go to a foreign university and want to enter an institution of higher learning, money alone is not enough.
Let me ask, isn't there anyone more powerful than the Song family
"Even if I beg you?"
Song Jingwan held back her tears, and smiled angrily, "Even if I beg you to help me, aren't you willing?"
"Jingwan—" Song Wenchuan's temples thumped violently, "I said, you should at least go to university first, and then..."
"No after! I don't care about you."
She turned around with a sullen face, and left again without looking back.
Even though Song Wenchuan called her behind her back, she pretended not to hear him.
The servant who had worked in the Song family for more than ten years sighed, and handed a note to Song Wenchuan, "Master, this fell out of your pocket. Hey... What's wrong with the second miss recently? Did you quarrel with her, young master?"
"Well, I see, you go to work first."
The servant said hello and went away to get busy.
Song Wenchuan was the only one left in the living room for a moment. Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked at this home where he had lived for more than 20 years, and suddenly felt a sense of strangeness.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the note. The familiar folding method gave Song Wenchuan a sense of absurdity.
From the resistance and irritability at the beginning, to the current irony.
In fact, it didn't take long in the middle.
—to Song:
The ability of your company's employees is really bad. I fired a few useless ones for you, thank you.
Oh, and also, invest your money and make a small fortune. I'll take part of it, and the rest, count it as a reward.