CEO: My daughter-in-law said she wanted to protect me

Shen Mingqing's natal Shen's Group, Qi Yitian's family's American Qi's Group, and Xiao's Xiao's Xiao's Group made simultaneous moves to inject capital into Zheng's, which finally stabilized the stock price of Zheng's Real Estate.

As of yesterday's close, the stock price of Zheng's Real Estate fell from 423.2 yuan to 356.7 yuan in a week.Fortunately, the stock price is temporarily stable.

In the VIP box of the high-end club.

Zheng Yanlang closed his eyes and leaned back on the leather sofa. The ashtray on the countertop in front of him was full of cigarette butts, and the cigarette in his hand was almost exhausted.A few men of about the same age sat with him, and the men were all Zheng Yanlang's classmates, well-known young masters in H City. Seeing him like this, a man couldn't hold back.

"Yan Lang, if you want me to tell you about this, go to Charles, it's not a big deal if he takes action!" the man suggested.

Several other men agreed one after another. They grew up together and were classmates for many years. They also wanted to help, but there was an old man on top, and their wealth could not be compared with the Zheng family.

Charles?Zheng Yanlang thought about it, but the other party didn't see him at all now.

A man stood up, threw a photo on the table in front of him, and said, "Brother, don't say I won't help you?"

Zheng Yanlang looked at the photo with long and narrow eyes, his brows were deeply furrowed, the woman in the photo was wearing a plain cheongsam, with an orchid-like temperament, gentle and intellectual, is this Song Yuye?There are [-]% similarities between eyebrows and eyes, and he can confirm that the woman in the photo is not Song Yuye in just one second.

"This is Charles's wife, Jiang Yun. She has been dead for many years. Charles has been in love for a long time. There is no other woman around for so many years. Your special assistant..." The man raised his head and took a sip of red wine, and said with a smile, "A little girl Special assistant, it's still very cost-effective to replace the entire Zheng family."

The man was still talking, and he didn't notice Zheng Yanlang's complexion darken at all.Even if the Zheng Corporation went bankrupt and he went to jail, he would not send Song Yuye out.If he did, he would be no different from Zhao Shimin, other women would be fine, not the one he loves.

It's no wonder Charles, such a scheming person, felt a little abnormal when he saw Song Yuye. It turned out that it was because he had the same face as his dead wife.

Zheng Yanlang has his own bottom line and principles, he is Song Yuye, he will never push his beloved woman into the fire pit no matter what.Freed from Zhao Shimin's restraint, he can breathe fresh air, stand in the sun, and be a man with a straight back.

Several other men also felt that the deal was a good deal, and advised Zheng Yanlang to give it a try.

He became irritable inexplicably, stood up abruptly, his tall body gave off an invisible sense of oppression, his resolute face was stern, and he said displeasedly, "You guys play, I have to leave beforehand."

"What!" Several men muttered feeling disappointed.

The company's situation is imminent, the board meeting held once a month has been held every two or three days, and the directors are held accountable without exception at the board meeting, and even suspect that Zhao Shimin's behavior is a conspiracy of the Zheng family.

For such a big mistake, the current president, Zheng Yanlang, cannot escape the blame. If he cannot find a financing party or recover the money, Zheng Yanlang may take the blame for Zhao Shimin.He has been routinely questioned three times within a week, and he asked Chu Xiao to hide all these from Song Yuye, not wanting her to worry.

Chu Xiao didn't say anything, Song Yuye was not a fool, she had already noticed something strange.

"Do you think the company can tide over the difficulties this time?"

"I see it hanging."

"What should I do? I still have the company's stock."

"Why hesitate? Sell it quickly."

"I'd better go to other companies to find a job, and prepare for the future."

"I heard that the president was taken away for questioning again."

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Several employees in the president's office got together to discuss the way forward. Song Yuye coughed. Seeing her coming, everyone immediately returned to their workstations, pretending to be serious about their work.

After entering her office, Song Yuye threw her bag on the table angrily, and the contents of the bag scattered out. What her colleagues said made her uncomfortable, but those people were just a group of ordinary people running around for their lives.People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves, so what's wrong with them.

Zheng Yanlang seems to be preparing for the future. The Zheng family mortgaged a lot of real estate and auctioned a lot of antique jewelry for emergency.

Every time Song Yuye sees Zheng Yanlang, he looks tired, but when he sees him, there will be a smile on his haggard face.That was him comforting himself, Song Yuye knew.

When Zheng Yanlang handed over a card and a box of cash to Song Yuye and told her to go to America to wait for him first, Song Yuye's heart skipped a beat, the situation was even worse than he had imagined.She keenly sensed that this man wanted her to stay out of the matter and get out of the way.

How could she leave at such a critical time, Zheng Yanlang muttered about Song Yuye's love for him.I didn't know that this woman had privately mortgaged her house, car, and stocks to realize cash.Song Yuye didn't save much money these years. Fortunately, the house has appreciated a lot. It adds up to more than 1000 million yuan, and Zheng Yanlang gave him money, which is almost half a billion yuan. He gave it to Chu Xiao together. For the current situation of the company, it is just a drop in the bucket, but Liao is better than nothing.

Worried about Zheng Yanlang's refusal, Song Yuye specifically asked Chu Xiao not to say that the money belonged to him.

On this day, Song Yuye knew that Zheng Yanlang was under investigation and might go to jail.Her heart twitched.

On this day, Zheng Yanlang didn't come back staggeringly until late at night. As soon as he entered the door, Song Yuye could smell a strong smell of alcohol. Recently, he had a lot of socializing, and he often didn't come back until midnight.If this goes on like this, the stomach will be ruined.

Song Yuye helped him take off his suit jacket, turned around and was hugged by him from behind, his chin resting on her narrow shoulder, and murmured: "Honey, hurry up, please, I don't want you to see me in prison .”

Resisting the tears, she gently wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingertips. "You're drunk, good boy, go lie down on the sofa for a while." Song Yuye comforted him softly, and helped him onto the sofa.

He was tall and tall, and even sat Song Yuye on the sofa.

"Wife, wife, I want to drink water." He muttered childishly.

"Okay, I'll pour you some water." She was like coaxing a child, her voice was gentle enough to pinch water.

Zheng Yanlang gulped down a glass of water, his Adam's apple jumped up and down a few times, very sexy.Song Yuye couldn't help stretching out his hand to cover his beautiful Adam's apple, and kissed it.

The man smiled, held her restless little hand, and asked hoarsely, "Want?"

She shook her head and said she just wanted to touch it.

The man didn't force himself, he held her hand on his chest, and pulled her into his arms. His black eyes lost their previous look, and he said with a frustrated face, "Sister, let's go, go to the United States to see where we used to live. The place."

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building, the thunder outside the window is rolling, the rainstorm is approaching, and the wind is blowing the leaves. There was a sound of "stab", lightning and thunder, and heavy rain fell.

The man beside him was already breathing evenly, Song Yuye gently covered him with a blanket.His pale fingertips lightly brushed across his handsome cheeks, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Zheng Yanlang, I don't want you to go to jail." She lowered her head, put her lips close to his ear, and said softly and slowly.

The man was already asleep, so naturally he couldn't hear it.

Song Yuye took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it for himself.There was a "boom" from the distribution box, all the household appliances stopped working, and it was pitch black outside the window, except for a little scarlet on the fingertips.

The smell of the smoke was choking, Song Yuye coughed a few times, the nicotine entered her lungs, it didn't make her feel comfortable, it was just a fit of nausea, she tried her best to finish one cigarette, and then threw the cigarette case into the trash can, I don't know what good this kind of thing is smoked.

"Wife, I love you, wife." The man in his sleep pursed his lips.

Song Yuye clasped his hands tightly and squeezed them hard, as if he had made up his mind, got up and reached for his bag, and pulled out a black business card from the interlayer.A flash of lightning flashed, and the words on the business card could be clearly seen: Charles Lee.

This business card that she once wanted to throw into the trash can has now become her only straw that can save Zheng Yanlang.She had never confronted a man with such heart and soul, and Zheng Yanlang was the first.

The hand holding the mobile phone hesitated, she knew very well the consequences of making this call, she had finally crawled out of hell, and now she had to step back again.

Once she entered this time, she could never turn back, her life couldn't turn back, and her relationship with Zheng Yanlang couldn't turn back either.She didn't dare to cry out loud, so she could only sob softly, her eyes covered with tears.

Her heart was struggling and entangled, and her aching heart seemed to be torn open suddenly, and the pain was crazy.

Finally she made up her mind, brought her business card back to her home, bit her lips, and dialed the number on it. After waiting for a long time, no one answered.

It was already showing one o'clock in the morning on the phone. It was so late, Charles must have gone to bed early.

She put down her phone, her hands were hanging limply, her eyes were dull, her body seemed to be hollowed out.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated non-stop. She hesitated for a moment, picked it up, and pressed the answer button.

"Hi Charles, I'm Rachel." She mustered up her courage.

There seemed to be no surprise there, the voice was very gentle, "I was in a meeting just now, is Rachel okay?"

Still in a meeting so late, the life of the rich is not as easy as imagined.

"Well, when are you free? I want to see you." Her voice was soft, worried about being rejected, her tone was close to pleading.

"Come to the hotel to find me tomorrow afternoon." The other party's tone was calm, as if no one could guess his mind.

"Okay." Song Yuye replied.

She put away her mobile phone, sat on the sofa irritably, and rubbed her temples.

"Why are you bothering?" At some point, Ruan Beiyao stood behind her.

Song Yuye lowered his eyes, smiled wryly and said, "Who made me love him."

"You're really in a daze." Ruan Beiyao hated iron and wanted to scold her, but she couldn't bear it, so she just said, "I'll go to the hospital to get you medicine."

"No need this time." Song Yuye stopped her, and added, "Don't tell Zheng Yanlang, I'm for him."

Ruan Beiyao let out a long sigh.