Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Why did I keep you here?"

Looking at the immature face in front of him, he couldn't help but ask himself, "Maybe I should really send you to Xie Sen, maybe send you far away, so you won't affect me."

He who talks to himself calmly like this is the scariest!

Lin Weihai's short hair was sticking to her scalp, and she was wilted. She wasn't sure if she could escape this man's control, so she simply lay down on the ground, looking at the starry sky above her head, it was clear and vast, but , Soon, she will return to that rainy city A again.

The pain in her leg became more and more serious. She took a look at Xie Ning, tilted her head and passed out, and the look when she passed out made her feel that this person didn't seem so ugly.

Watching her close her eyes, Xie Ning hugged her horizontally, thinking she was fainted by his words, he leaned against her head and said:

"Don't worry, I won't really hand you over to Xie Sen... What I said just now was just to scare you."

The silent man who had been watching all this coldly came out and reminded:
"Mr. Xie, Miss Wei Hai's leg injury is quite serious, it's better to seek medical treatment in time."

"Gao, do you think I did something wrong?"

Thinking of her resistance to him all the time, Xie Ning couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He had never doubted the decision he made before, only from her, he tasted a deep sense of frustration.

"Miss Weihai is still a child."

The mercenary man called Gao glanced at the girl lying obediently in Xie Ning's arms. Her long, smooth hair was cut short, and now she looks like a young boy, "Sir, let her know too little , There are too many things she guessed randomly. In addition, you put her in the place of Yeyu, I think her anxiety is justified."

After thinking about it, he always wanted to give her a relatively safe environment, but ignored the fact that she was just a child.

"You're right."

Carrying her into his car, Xie Ning returned to his usual calm and self-possession, "Go back to City A."

"Beep beep..."

Under Chen's mother's expectant gaze, Chen's father shook his head. This is the number of calls he has made to Mr. Song. Is unintentional other.

"What does this mean? Mr. Song is not willing to save Xinrao? Hasn't he always liked our family Xinrao the most?"

After thumping her hands, Chen Muqing's face was filled with anxiety, and she sighed, "Shall I find those wives and find out what they say?"

"It's useless for you to go. If Song Bingjue doesn't let go, who would dare to let Xinrao out?"

As soon as he said this, Chen's father couldn't help but stare at his wife, "If you didn't offend Song Bingjue with your open mouth, how could Xinrao suffer such a big crime? Song Bingjue is also something you can casually scold ?"

"I, wasn't I excited at the moment?"

Although she regretted it in her heart at the moment, Mother Chen still insisted on saying:

"Didn't you also offend that Jiang Ning? Maybe her father was involved in this matter."

"Forget it……"

While he was worrying, the phone rang. At first he thought it was someone selling insurance, but when he saw the caller ID, Father Chen's face flashed with obvious joy:

"It's Mr. Song!"

"Hello? Is this Mr. Song?"

His tone was low and respectful, but unexpectedly, a young male voice answered:

"I'm not the old Mr. Song you were looking for. You called my home just now, and I called back."

"No, this number is Mr. Song's home number, did you make a mistake?"

After checking the phone number again and again to confirm that he had entered correctly, Father Chen's face fell to freezing point in an instant, and he replied with a smile:

"It's you who made the mistake, right? This number belongs to my family!"

After speaking, the other side hung up the phone without hesitation.

Father Chen looked at the landline in his hand and heaved a long sigh. He lay down heavily on the sofa, his expression looked ten years older in an instant:

"I guess Mr. Song changed his number."

"It's impossible! It's impossible!"

Hearing the news, Mother Chen waved her hands again and again, and sat on the sofa closest to Father Chen, her face was full of disbelief:

"Don't you see how much Mr. Song likes our family Xinrao, how could he change his number without notifying us?"

"I'm afraid Song Bingjue has already reported to him what Xinrao has done in recent days."

Thinking of what happened to Chen Xinrao these days, Father Chen couldn't help closing his eyes and resting his mind. He tapped the surface of the sofa with his fingers little by little. After a while, he said impatiently:

"I told you two a long time ago, you have to be calm. As long as you catch the old man's heart, will you still be able to enter the Song family's door?"

"Can you hold your breath? No matter how hard you hold your breath, that little bitch Jiang Ning will take away Mrs. Song's position!"

Thinking of the rival in love her daughter was about to face, Mother Chen felt that she couldn't just sit at home as if she didn't know anything. She said quickly:
"Forget about Mu Wan'an, a bastard who doesn't even know where I am; but you don't look at it, Jiang Ning, can you plan ahead? Xinrao was careless this time, so she fell into it. Their trap!"

"But she just can't be careless!"

At this time, my mother-in-law was still singing against me, Father Chen couldn't help kicking the coffee table angrily, and looked at her angrily:
"She could have the last laugh without doing anything, but after listening to what you say as a mother, you see, she has been reduced to a prisoner. Now that she has come out, others don't know how to say it!"

"..."

This encounter is also a fact now, and Chen's mother flattened her mouth and stopped arguing with him.

"I'm going to wait under the Song Group today."

After several battles between heaven and man in his heart, Father Chen finally made up his mind. Before, he was reluctant to go downstairs to the Song Group because of his face, but now if Chen Xinrao is locked inside again, she will completely lose the qualification to compete for the position of Mrs. Song up...

Early the next morning, he was waiting under the Song Group building. This time seeing Song Bingjue went smoothly, and after being informed by the secretary, he was brought to the reception room.

He took the tea that the secretary had cut off, and stared at the decoration of the reception room with his eyes. He couldn't help feeling in his heart that the Song Group was rich and powerful. The long tables used here were all custom-made from Hainan pineapple wood. As for the paintings on the wall, All without exception are authentic.

After waiting for about half an hour, Song Bingjue came in. He stood at the door, looked at Father Chen who was staring at the paintings with greedy eyes, and knocked on the door, "What's the matter?"

"Bingjue, you, you are here!"

Originally thought that he would not be able to see him today, but when he suddenly saw the real person, Father Chen couldn't help being a little excited, he stepped forward:

"I came here today to beg you to show your noble hand and let our family Xinrao go. She just got mad for a while, and that's why she did something wrong. It's because she loves you madly and can't tolerate other women by your side , to do such an unconscious thing..."

"Did you ask the wrong person?"

Looking at the hunched middle-aged man in front of him, Song Bingjue raised his eyebrows, "I am not the one who sued her. I have never been involved in this matter from the beginning to the end. Is it also my responsibility for the police to enforce the law impartially?"

"No, many things are just a matter of your words..."

Song Bingjue's meaning is actually very clear, but for his daughter, Chen's father still said with an old face:
"Xinrao is still young, and you also watched her grow up, so you..."

"So that's why you came to me today."

Smiling slightly, Song Bingjue took a contract from Han Xiu, "I let you into the reception room today for another matter."

"what's up?"

Seeing the contract, Father Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but retreat. Decades of life experience told him that nothing good would happen.

"Before I handed it over to you to purchase building materials, the quality inspection department of the Song Group randomly inspected a large number of defective products. The defective rate of some batches reached 40.00% five. You have also cooperated with the Song Group for a long time, You should know what that means, right?"

He took the quality inspection report in disbelief, and then looked up at Song Bingjue. Although he would make profits by substituting inferior building materials for superior ones, he never made such a big move:

"Bingjue, did you make a mistake? I will never do such a dishonest thing. If you don't want me to help you purchase building materials, you can just say it straight. Why use these shady methods?"

"Are you so sure I did something wrong?"

Looking at the very excited Father Chen, Song Bingjue smiled slightly, with a somewhat cold tone:
"Do you think that you are the only one who can do tricks? At the beginning, you sold five tons out of one hundred tons of building materials, and then filled them with five tons of inferior products. If this is the case, I will turn a blind eye eyes."

"Unfortunately, there is no way to stop the greed of the people. Over time, your subordinates have also noticed your methods, so when he helps you purchase building materials, they will also quietly switch them. This goes down layer by layer... What do you think? How high should the defective rate be?"

Seeing Chen's father's pale face, Song Bingjue took the contract, "The terms on the contract are clearly written, Mr. Chen, it seems that our cooperative relationship can only end here. In addition, for your mistakes caused I will ask the Accounting Office to calculate the loss caused by the Song Group and give you a quotation."

"Bingjue, Bingjue, you can't do this... We are related by marriage, and I am your father-in-law, Bingjue!"

Swallowing hard, Chen's father knew very well what the Song Group's order meant to him, and his legs were weakening:
"For Xiaosi's sake..."