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    Shen Qingluan held flowers, she sniffed them, and nodded with satisfaction: "Chen Yan, do you think Brother Song will like it when he sees it?"

    She still cared so much about Song Weichen, but I still shook my head lightly: "Him? He probably doesn't like pink."

    "Really? I like it enough, time will make people change."

    I vaguely heard her say this, but it was more like she was talking to herself alone. After a pause, I didn't continue.

    "I'll wait for your call, let's go first."

    "good."

    Shen Qingluan turned around and left this flower shop. I stayed inside for a while, then got up and left here. Walking on the road alone, countless questions and answers flashed through my mind.

    He exhaled irritably, does this matter really need the Shen family's help?

    Time waits for no one. Seeing Song Weichen leave early and return late, I know that it is good that this project succeeds. If it is not successful, the first person to look for is Yanzi. After thinking about it, I still called Shen Qingluan.

    "Qingluan, I've made up my mind, I might need your help."

    "Smart, I will tell my dad today, you wait for my good news."

    "Thank you in advance, I will treat you to dinner when Qingluan is free."

    "Okay, I'll wait for you anytime."

    It never occurred to me that the tossing about for almost a week was resolved in this meeting and a phone call. The stone in my heart was finally put down halfway, and now I just need to wait for her news.

    When he was hesitating whether to tell Song Weichen about this matter, Song's father knew it in advance.

    When Wang Ma carefully knocked on the door of my room, I didn't notice it until she had a hesitant look on her face, and there was a thump in her heart, and I asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

    "Young madam, sir is calling you to go down."

    "good."

    Following Mama Wang, I walked downstairs feeling apprehensive.

    Song's father held the phone in his hand and didn't know what he was talking about, while Song's mother was sitting beside her, with an uneasy expression on her face.

    I walked up to them in small steps, at a loss.

    "I didn't know that our Song family's daughter-in-law is not good at anything else, but her communication skills are pretty good."

    Slightly frowning: "Dad, what do you mean?"

    "I heard that you and Qingluan have a very good relationship? Her father actually called me today and asked our Song family to show mercy to Su Yan. Chen Yan, where have you made our Song family lose face?"

    Father Song pointed at me dissatisfiedly with his index finger.

    "Dad, I I didn't harm Song's interests in this matter, I just asked Qingluan to help me, so it should be fine?"

    He snorted coldly: "Just, should it? Don't appear in front of me with such ambiguous words. If you are so capable, take care of your family. If there is another time, it will be useless for you to invite more people in front of me."  .¡±

    "Wendong, let's forget about this matter, then Su Yan harmed Mrs. Song."

    Father Song waved his hand: "I will ask Wei Chen to fire her, but I will not hold her accountable, after all, the Shen family has already spoken."

    "How can this work!"

    Mother Song was annoyed, as if she was very dissatisfied with the result.

    My lowered eyes gradually filled with coldness.

    "Did you hear what I said?"

    With my fingers intertwined, I said softly, "I heard you."

    From the beginning to the end, I stood and listened to what they said. When I was allowed to go upstairs, my legs were limp and lying on the bed, I firmly grabbed the neatly made quilt.

    After a while, I finally recovered, took out my cell phone, and hurriedly called Yanzi.

    "Cousin, did you spend a lot of effort on this matter"

    As she spoke, there was a hint of crying in her voice.

    "No, you're overthinking. Anyway, this matter is settled, and you need to think about it in the future. By the way There is something I haven't told you yet, Mr. Song, you may not be able to go back."

    There was silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while, Yanzi came slowly and briskly: "If you can't go back, you can't go back! The big group is under a lot of pressure, and I can find other jobs at such a young age."

    "Yes, my cousin believes in you."

    After saying a few words, I hung up the phone. As soon as I turned around, I saw Song Weichen standing behind me.

    Slowly got up from the bed: "You are back."

    "Is the matter resolved?"

    "Yes." After hesitating for a while, I still whispered: "YesLuan helped me.  "

    He looked calm, as if he wasn't interested in any of this: "I know."

    "Um."

    Since when has it become difficult for us to even have a few words to talk to each other?  With a wry smile, I don't know either.  Covering up what Father Song and Mother Song said, I looked up with a trace of concern in my eyes: "Is the company okay?"

    "fine."

    I nodded: "That's goodthat's good."

    This incident is considered a thing of the past for Yanzi, but for me there are still many things to deal with aftermath. The first thing I need to do is to thank Shen Qingluan.

    Strike while the iron is hot, I asked her out for dinner the next day.  Song's mother can't even look at me too much now, let alone talk.

    Hastily rushed to the downstairs of Song's building, Shen Qingluan asked me to wait for her to get off work together.

    Standing at the corner of the building, I clasped my hands and kept blowing hot air to keep warm. I thought she would come down soon, but I didn't expect that she didn't come out after waiting for an hour, and she didn't return any phone messages.

    The winter night is extremely long. When I looked up, there were fine snowflakes floating in the sky. I glanced at the time, and it was already half past seven.  After thinking about it, I decided to go up to her.

    After entering, I had to take the ordinary elevator first, and then turn the stairs to get to the general manager's floor.  The reflective surface of the elevator happened to see my red nose, so I couldn't help but push my nose.

    With a puff, I almost laughed out loud, and hurriedly covered my mouth, but the sound alone was a bit creepy in this empty space.

    I got out of the elevator in a hurry, and I climbed to the 28th floor out of breath, and it was also terribly quiet here.

    Shen Qingluan's office door revealed a little light, I stepped up and walked in, her door opened before I could knock, but there was no one inside.

    I thought she had already left, but just as I was about to exit, I saw her bag and mobile phone on the table from the corner of my eye, and I whispered, "It should still be there."

    Just when I was wondering, there was a sound of laughter from the room next door I froze, and I slowly turned to look at Song Weichen's room. Has he not gotten off work yet?

    As soon as my footsteps moved, I walked in that direction irresistibly.

    I don't know if it's because the conversation inside is too hot, or my movement is too small. When I turned the doorknob, the people inside didn't respond at all.

    The slit is enough for me to see the scene inside.

    Song Weichen was leaning on the desk, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if overlooking the night view of the city, and at this moment, Shen Qingluan walked towards him slowly with red wine.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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