The atmosphere of the dinner was very relaxed and harmonious. The teacher's attitude towards Song Yu can be said to be grateful, and he toasted many times during the dinner.
With Su Tingrui's own conditions and the support of a relative of the vice president, it is not difficult to find a brokerage company. The difficulty is that she still has a one-year contract with the company. If she wants to terminate the contract early, she will have to pay a huge sum of money for breach of contract Jin, almost no brokerage company is willing to bear this cost for her.
Song Yu quite liked Su Tingrui, and according to her previous life, she had developed very well, and she could just use her to distract Meng Shiping's attention, so he promised to bear all the breach of contract costs for Su Tingrui.
With this kind of favor and Song Yu's popularity, the vice president is also very polite. He should have done his homework before coming here, and told Song Yu some things about Zhou Yanqing in advance. A light compliment.
Although Song Yu knew that there was exaggeration in it, at least from the mouth of the deputy principal, it can be confirmed that Zhou Yanqing has excellent grades, is well-known in school, and many girls like him.
The deputy dean also said at the dinner table that the school had never thought of arbitrarily expelling Zhou Yanqing because of the cyber incident, and that if Song Yu did not take measures to call the police, the school would have prepared to call the police.
Song Yu believed in this point. S City Film and Television Academy has a good school spirit. Even if he is not sitting here today, his alma mater will not expel Zhou Yanqing just because of a post.
After dinner, Song Yu tactfully expressed the hope that Su Tingrui would not know about this matter, and the teacher responded repeatedly.
During the meal, everyone drank some wine to add to the fun, Song Yu politely and thoughtfully called the driver for the two, and sent the two to the car respectively.
Song Yu didn't drink much in the first place, especially because of depression. He had already forgotten when was the last time he drank. He was dazed and searched for a while before he found his car. While leaning against the car door and waiting for the substitute driver, he was woken up by the cold wind of early winter.
The phone in his coat pocket vibrated, and he took it out to take a look, the corners of his eyes and mouth raised unconsciously, it was a message from Zhou Yanqing.
[Teacher Song, are you done?]
Song Yu lowered his head and smiled silly. It's a good feeling to be missed.
He replied: [Just getting ready to go home.]
Immediately added another sentence: [If you call Teacher Song again in the future, you will be fined... quit oil and chili?]
How can this work
Zhou Yanqing, who is not hot or happy, was originally lying on the bed. The moment the message popped out, he sat up excitedly and almost knocked his head. But Song Yu seemed to be very serious, he hesitated for a while and quickly retracted the first message within two minutes, and edited another one very spinelessly.
[Brother Song, are you back?]
Song laughed gloomily, and replied with an emoji of "touching the head".
He wanted to chat a few more words, but the call invitation popped up, and it was Meng Shiping calling.
Song Yu gave a soft "tsk", and let the phone vibrate heartily before answering the call: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing serious." Meng Shiping responded, saying that he had already contacted Su Tingrui's company in the afternoon, as long as he agreed to pay liquidated damages, her problem would be easily resolved.
Song Yu said a few perfunctory words, and his emotions didn't fluctuate. He knew that Meng Shiping must be losing his temper, and wanted to test his attitude.
As he expected, Meng Shiping really couldn't hold his breath anymore. Song Yu didn't show up for two days, and his relieved tone gradually lifted. Today, he deleted all the records of his transactions involving money with Fang Gan, and let Fang Gan find a way to block the mouths that should be blocked. Only a small author who wrote online articles is still using WeChat Bo bounced around from time to time, but there was nothing to be afraid of. He had already reported and banned the other party's Weibo account and pseudonym account.
Although everything was arranged properly, he always felt that a pair of eyes were watching his every move in the dark. This uneasy intuition became stronger and stronger, and he hesitated for a while before making the call.
"How is Xiao Zhou?" Meng Shiping talked about him for a while, and then got to the point.
Song Yu snorted with a smile: "Why do you care so much about Xiao Zhou all of a sudden, didn't you let me stay away from him as soon as possible two days ago?"
Meng Shiping sneered: "You said you believed him, what else can I do, of course I respect your opinion."
"Okay." Song Yu's eyes were full of sarcasm, "Monica seems to be recovering well, you can ask Monica about it, or call Xiao Zhou directly? By the way, when Xiao Zhou recovers from his injury, he will go back to the company to get the medicine. The expenses will be reimbursed, and the wages will also increase a little.”
Song Yu's casual attitude dispelled Meng Shiping's doubts, and he replied in a deep voice: "Okay." After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, "One more thing, I just received an invitation from the program group of "Returning to the Garden" Announcement, the recording time of this issue has been changed to tomorrow, and we will start at noon tomorrow at the latest, if you... "
"It's okay." Song Yu interrupted him, "My mother has stabilized a lot. I will go to the company early tomorrow morning. Who will go with me this time?"
"I'll go." Meng Shiping responded.
"Okay." After a pause, Song Yu said again, "Let Gao Lei follow along."
"Okay, see you tomorrow then."
Meng Shiping put away his mobile phone, looking down at the bright night view of the city with dark eyes, and he was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Song Yu's office.
"Oh~"
Frivolous laughter sounded behind the sound, Meng Shiping turned around with a tight mouth, and cast a sideways glance at Han Jin on the sofa.
Han Jin was biting a lollipop, and seeing Meng Shiping's sullen face, he took out the candy in his mouth and shrugged, "You're too worrying, I told you not to worry."
Meng Shiping snorted: "You'd better arrange it to be watertight."
"Even if it leaks, it won't drip in front of us." Han Jin raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly. He smiled beautifully, but also made people shudder.
Meng Shiping was not directly involved in the matter of the post, he just asked Zhou Yan to send the "female fan" back to the hotel that night, so since Han Jin said it was fine, he was not very worried.
"Okay, let's go if you have nothing to do." Meng Shiping got up, scanned the huge office with eyes full of nostalgia, and walked out first.
Han Jin followed slowly, walked outside, and stopped in front of Zhou Yanqing's desk. The corners of the originally raised mouth slowly sank, and the most ferocious hatred flashed in the eyes, which made people shudder.
Suddenly, with a sneer, he opened the desk drawer, threw the sticky lollipop in his hand into the drawer, closed it, and walked out.