"Ah… "
Song Wenchuan let out a breath, squeezed the space between his brows, and shouted, "Sister-in-law Liu! Bring me a pen!"
When Mrs. Liu walked over with a pen, she could hear her young master's murmurs, and she didn't know what she was muttering. But looking at the gnashing of teeth, it is obviously not a good word.
"As long as you know how to write letters to play tricks, okay?! Okay! Then I too... wait!" Song Wenchuan suddenly remembered, "How did this bastard know my bank password???"
"Master, pen."
Mrs. Liu looked at him strangely, and said distressedly: "Young master, don't put too much pressure on yourself. You haven't recovered from your injury, you should rest well, the most important thing is to take care of your body!"
Song Wenchuan: "..."
He rubbed his cheeks, the corners of his mouth twitched, "I see."
Seeing Mrs. Liu's worried and hesitant expression, Song Wenchuan lost all interest in eating, turned around and got into the elevator.
Back in the room, he thought about it, and left a paragraph on the back of the note.
[Don't meddle in our company's affairs! ! Also, who allowed you to move the money in my card?]
After finishing writing, he admired it for a while, and then fell silent.
"This bastard's handwriting... still looks a little nice?"
He was flamboyant, vigorous, and just from the handwriting, one could tell that the bastard in his body was definitely not an easy-going lamp.
only-
Song Wenchuan put down his pen, found a mirror, and looked at his face.
Is it because he has not experienced the rebellious period? That's why the second personality is so unreasonable in playing cards, like a schizophrenia patient
Well…
Of course, he admitted that this patient with secondary illness is still very capable at work.
Just a little bit stronger than him!
After tossing around for a long time, Song Wenchuan finally thought of something serious. He called his assistant, "Hello? Check out the latest flow of funds in my account for me. Besides, he recently...cough, what projects have I invested in recently?"
ten minutes later…
Song Wenchuan watched the message from his assistant and fell silent.
This is called a small profit
cnm, bastard!
…
Besides, Song Jingwan, after leaving the Song family, went straight to Song Rui's company.
Song Rui was her last hole card, Song Jingwan didn't want to use it unless she had to.
"What? You want to enter the entertainment industry?! No, I don't agree."
In Song Rui's heart, Song Jingwan has always been synonymous with being well-behaved and sensible, and she is excellent enough for him to brag in front of those friends. And now, she specially came to the company to say something? Said she wanted to enter the entertainment industry?
"There is no need to discuss this matter. I heard from your mother that your final grades in the last semester dropped very badly. Jingwan, if you don't work hard, you will soon be trampled underfoot! You are my most proud daughter, I don't want you to let your study be affected because of these messy things."
"Dad, listen to me first—"
Song Rui's answer was expected, Song Jingwan was not surprised, on the contrary, she was very calm.
"Dad, the influence on the Internet is beyond your imagination. I know something about our company. Haven't you thought about changing it, Dad? I know that Dad doesn't want me to enter the entertainment industry for my own good, but The current entertainment industry is different from what it was back then. What's more, even if I enter the entertainment industry, wouldn't my father and elder brother escort me? With you here, who would dare to touch me?"
Song Rui lowered his face, "No matter what your reasons are, if you can't do it, you can't do it! There's no need to discuss it!"