At the same time, when the lawyer's letter arrived at Mo's old house, Haicheng's largest newspaper, Haicheng Xinbao, reported an astonishing news!
On the cover of the first issue of the newspaper, I bought a front page report and published a personal message.
——I, Song Zhongchuan, on behalf of the entire Song family, now announce the severance of kinship with Ms. Song Qiyue. From now on, Ms. Song Qiyue will no longer be the daughter of the Song family!
This is only a report of a personal family, but it caused a huge wave.
This was a piece of news that was separated from relatives, but because it was related to the Song family, it triggered a series of speculations in Haicheng.
For a time, the Song family and others were followed up and interviewed by the media.
It's just that the Song family and his party were silent on this matter.
Song Lianheng, the general manager of Song Huixian Group, as the eldest son of Chairman Song Zhongchuan, has received more attention from many aspects.
In the face of the camera, Song Lianheng also said nothing. At most, he dismissed the media with one sentence: "Sorry for being inconvenient to tell, this is just some trivial matter for the family."
As for who this Miss Song Qiyue is, because the media does not know the relatives of the Song family in detail, there is no way to verify it.
I just heard that this Miss Song, her true identity is the daughter of the Song family daughter.
As for what the entanglement is, I don't know what it is, and there are different opinions.
Outside the Song's villa, many reporters have gathered recently, wanting to inquire about the news.
Seeing the Song family's vehicle approaching from a distance, the gate of the villa was slowly opened by the gardeners. Taking advantage of this gap, reporters swarmed up.
"Chairman Song, would you please say a few words? Why do you want to break away from your niece? Did she make any mistakes? What is the reason for this?" The reporters kept asking, knocking on the car window, inside the car. The Song family did not respond.
The car entered the villa like this.
Song Xiangwan returned with Mother Song. The two were upset because of the reporter's interruption. Mother Song said angrily, "These reporters are really true. What is there to report on other people's private affairs?"
"The reporter is like this. If you have nothing to do, you can make more and more descriptions." Song Xiangwan replied, "Mom, don't be angry."
Mother Song was too late to be angry. She entered the villa and immediately asked, "Uncle Feng, Jinzhi are they still upstairs?"
"Yes, Madam, Master Su He is with Master Jinzhi." Steward Feng replied.
Since Aunt Jun's death, Song Jinzhi couldn't eat and sleep well these days. Within a few days, she had lost weight. I don't want to go anywhere, I don't want to do anything. It hurts to look at it, Song Mu said, "With Su He accompanied, Jinzhi should be better."
Song Xiangwan nodded, the mother and daughter went upstairs, Song's mother went to visit Song Zhongchuan, Song Xiangwan came to Song Jinzhi's room.
In that room, the two of them sat on the carpet at random, each holding a book in their hands. In fact, they didn't really want to read the book, they just used to pass the time. Song Jinzhi Junxiu's face was no longer the body of the past, and the sudden death of his mother was obviously a big blow to him.
Zhou Suhe flipped through the book, and he suddenly whispered, "Jin Zhi, this time it was an accident. People always have to look forward."
"It's an accident, so what? If my mother hadn't gone to Hong Kong, there wouldn't be an accident! If it wasn't for sister July..." he almost blurted out, the claim made Song Jinzhi gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists. "If it weren't for them, mom wouldn't have an accident!"
It seems to be a deep-rooted judgment, and it cannot be changed at this time. It seems to find a medium to prove that the culprit of an accident is actually someone else, as if it will be able to feel at ease. Such stubbornness is really sad. , But it also makes people helpless.
In silence, Zhou Suhe whispered, "I know you understand it in your heart."
"Of course I understand, that's it!" Song Jinzhi replied.
At this moment, Song Xiangwan knocked on the door, she pushed in and said with a smile, "Jinzhi, Su He, are you reading?"
Seeing Song Jinzhi so depressed, the Song family thought this was not a long-term solution. If a person has no goal and no direction, then he may continue to fall down. For this reason, Song Zhongchuan called Song Lianheng into the study at night, "I think you should let Jinzhi go to work. If he has something to do, he won't think about it."
Song Lianheng responded.
Right now, the passing of Aunt Jun is really sad, but life is still going on, and you can't afford it all. So after that, Song Lianheng summoned Song Xiangwan and Song Jinzhi to the Huitian company. In the general manager’s office, Song Lianheng faced Song Jinzhi, “Jinzhi, the project in Mexico is not finished yet. Although someone is taking over there, but you are not there, I’m always worried. Go back and keep watching.”
Song Jinzhi was originally empty. She didn't know what she was going to do when she got up every day. It was good to do something, "Okay."
"Xiang Wan, you are also continuing the project you have on hand. Only Manager Fan is in Hong Kong, which is not enough." Song Lianheng said again.
Song Xiangwan also responded, "Okay."
"Sister Xiang Wan is going back to Hong Kong City to work on that project of Mo's now!" When he mentioned Hong Kong City, Song Jinzhi seemed to be strangling his throat, he asked in a deep voice.
"Huichen is cooperating with Kang's this time, but Kang's is cooperating with Mo's again." Song Lianheng said.
"What's the difference, it's all about cooperation! In the end, it's still unclear with Mo's!" Song Jinzhi frowned.
"You can't do anything emotionally, let alone give up halfway. When my aunt was here before, she often told us that she couldn't give up halfway. Did you forget?" Song Lianheng asked.
Song Jinzhi recalled his mother, but he fell silent.
Song Xiangwan said, "I will continue to return to Hong Kong City to complete this project."
"That's good." Song Lianheng nodded, "I will book the fastest flight for you, and you will return to your respective positions as soon as possible."
Song Lianheng's speed was really fast, and it was all the plane departing tomorrow morning, as if he had expected that they would agree, so it was also set early in the morning. The Song family had just done a fuss. Here Song Jinzhi and Song Xiangwan are leaving again, and the house will be quieter. Song mother is very reluctant.
In the evening, she was packing Song Xiangwan's luggage. Mother Song's eyes were red, reminding her to be careful when she passed.
Song Xiangwan hugged his mother, "Mom, my aunt is gone, if you are bored, find someone to accompany you. Also, you must be careful when crossing the road in the future, not like your aunt."
"Hey, I know." Mother Song wiped away her tears, and she held her hand again. "I thought you would do something with Su He soon, but your aunt she went, and she did it recently. I can't."
It’s a rule that someone in the family has passed away and can’t have a happy event right away. Song Xiangwan said, “I’m not in a hurry with Su He! Auntie just left, we don’t feel that way either.”
"Wait for the end of the year, or watch again after the New Year." Mother Song sighed.
This night, Zhou Suhe came to Song's house to accompany Song Jinzhi for the last night. Song Lianheng didn't rush to socialize anymore, and returned home early, and the family ate. After dinner, Mother Song also packed Song Jinzhi's luggage and asked him what he needed and what he didn't need. Originally these things were taken care of by Aunt Jun, but now his aunt came to take care of him, and Song Jinzhi hurriedly followed her.
Father Song invited them to play a game of chess, accompanied by the three juniors. It was only after one game that Song Zhongchuan was tired, and only said that he was going to rest, so he left them.
"Dad, I will help you back to the room." Song Xiangwan said, and helped Song Father up.
"Xiang Wan, a friend delivered new tea last time. You drop by to make a pot of tea." Song Lianheng ordered.
In the side hall, Song Lianheng and Zhou Suhe were still sitting, and the two of them had nothing to do, so they continued to play chess. It's just that in this game, no one is thinking about it, and it's very disorganized.
"I will return to Port City tomorrow night, and you." Song Lianheng asked.
"I will accompany her." Zhou Suhe replied.
After falling behind, Song Lianheng said again, "The company is not busy lately? Don't you need to go back right away?"
"Send her back to Hong Kong, I'll leave." Zhou Suhe also acted, raising his hand, "Uncle Song and Aunt Song are going out these days, but she still has to find someone to accompany him, otherwise there will be too many people, and it will be bad if you touch it. ."
This of course refers to the recent publication of the newspaper, Song Lianheng said, "Don't worry, of course someone will accompany you."
Zhou Suhe sat there and saw the opposite son fall again. He fixed his eyes and said, "This time, is it necessary to really sever the relationship?"
"This is the last wish of my aunt, and we also abide by her wishes." Song Lianheng said. In fact, Song Lianheng had also discussed this matter with his father. As long as it was auntie Jun's last words, Song Fu complied.
Zhou Suhe is still in trouble. His gaze is sinking and looking up, his eyes are faint, looking directly at him, "Why did Aunt Jun say this in the end, Brother Song, you don't know the reason behind this?"
Song Lianheng sat opposite, he looked at him quietly, "If I know, why don't I say?"
The next day, the group rushed to the airport, Song Jinzhi went to Mexico, and Song Xiangwan and Zhou Suhe went to Port City. At the airport, Song Lianheng sent them off.
It didn't take long to fly to Hong Kong City. Zhou Suhe sent Song Xiangwan to her studio.
The studio was busy. Fan Haiyangzheng gathered people for a meeting. As soon as he entered a corner, he saw a group of people in the transparent glass room. Immediately, Fan Haiyang also saw them, and immediately came out, "Are you back?"
Fan Haiyang also attended Aunt Jun's funeral, but immediately returned to Hong Kong City.
"Send her here." Zhou Suhe replied.
Song Xiangwan turned his head and asked, "Su He, when are you leaving?"
"I'm going to the airport now."
"So fast?" She thought that she would stay for at least two days.
"Send you here. Fan Haiyang is here, so I can rest assured." Zhou Suhe smiled, and Song Xiangwan had nothing to do, "Then you will be careful on the road."
"Fan Haiyang, I need you to take care of it." Zhou Suhe exclaimed, and Fan Haiyang agreed.
"You don't need to send me off, I'm leaving." Zhou Suhe said, leading Johnson to turn away.
Song Xiangwan watched his leaving back, hesitated to speak, but couldn't.
"He just left and won't stay with you for two days?" Fan Haiyang asked by his ear.
"I came here this time because there was an accident with Aunt Jun, and he had to go back to work, and I was here to work."
"That's still so troublesome, I sent you here specially, it takes a lot of trouble to go back and forth."
Song Xiangwan couldn't help refuting, "He won't worry if he doesn't send me here."
"Yeah, he doesn't come to Hong Kong City, so he is very worried." Fan Haiyang said faintly, making Song Xiangwan startled, as if he understood something faintly, "Fan Haiyang, what do you mean! You are here? Saying that Su He sent me back, do you actually want to see Song Qiyue!"
"I didn't say that, you thought so." Fan Haiyang had already turned back to the glass room, "Come to the meeting."
Downstairs of the building, Zhou Suhe got in the car. He looked ahead and Johnson asked, "Master Suhe, the flight time is still early, do you want to go to the airport now."
Zhou Suhe moved his lips silently, "Go to Mo's."
Mohs Building, in the office of the marketing department, there are a pile of documents on the desk. The woman buried her head in it and opened the door to see. This scene is really frowning. Shao Fei said, "It's been a morning, you should take a break too. I gave you hot milk, why didn’t you drink a bite? It's been several times. Are you masochistic or abuse me?"
Shao Fei already knew the news of Aunt Jun’s death. In the past two days, Song Qiyue also asked for leave and did not come to the company. Whenever she arrived, the documents piled up. She threw herself in, like a superman, which made him look down on it. .
"Let it go, I'll drink it later." Song Qiyue was also bored, "Don't heat it up, I will be hot when I want to drink it."
If a person gets angry, ten cows can't be pulled back. Shao Fei is gone. He turned and left and returned to the secretary's office. He picked up the phone and dialed the general manager directly.
In the office, Song Qiyue was still looking at the documents, and the English messed into her eyes. She stared, even her brows were frozen, and she looked quickly. She didn't know if it was upset or too focused, so she never noticed someone coming in.
Suddenly, the documents in her hand were snatched away. Song Qiyue was stunned, and a glass of warm milk was placed in front of her, and she appeared abruptly.
"Feier, I said I would drink it for a while, I don't want to..." Song Qiyue blurted out. She raised her head in an instant, but she met the person, and the voice disappeared.
A pair of deep and secluded eyes stared at him, Mo Zhengyan said, "Proper rest is necessary, work and rest need to be combined, and you don’t eat anything in the morning. Working with this kind of physical strength will only get twice the result with half the effort, drink. This glass of milk."
"I'm not thirsty now and don't want to drink." She frowned.
But he stretched out his hand, stroked her face, and touched her lips with his fingers, "It's all dry, not thirsty?"
"Then let it go first, I'll finish reading this document." Song Qiyue waved his hand and put the milk aside.
Who knows, he picked up the cup all of a sudden, took a sip of milk, and then held her shoulders, leaned down and kissed her, the milk in that mouth passed into her mouth, it was faint The sweet smell, warm, slid across the throat, and a burst of warmth flowed into the body, but it also made a heart rippling, with fluffy edges.
"If you don't drink it yourself, then I can only feed you." He said.
"You can't help but quarrel with me? I want to work hard now, can't it!" Song Qiyue shouted that the backlog of boredom was accumulated.
"I don't need to disturb you, you can also work hard, drink the milk, don't make me worry." He stared at her.