Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Song Jiyao opened his eyes wide and looked at Song Yu. There was no reason not to like her, but what was it to make her disappear?I really don't understand.

"She still can't forget Shao Han. Since she is not happy with me, let her go and go back to the place where she grew up. That's where she wants to go. Maybe one day Shao Han can get her Forgive me." Song Yu said slowly with her head buried.

I must have heard it wrong, Song Yu would actually say this, Song Jiyao hesitated and spoke slowly; "Cousin, how do you know that Zhen Qi doesn't like you, you confessed?"

Song Yu's eyes lit up, he looked up at Song Jiyao and shook his head; "No."

"That's it." Song Jiyao slapped his palms fiercely: "You didn't confess, how could that idiot Zhenqi know that you like her? The book says that if you like someone, you have to say it. If you just don't say it, who knows you what do you want to express?"

Song Yu's brows slightly stretched, and then he gave Song Jiyao a look; "What book?"

What book, Song Jiyao's mouth twitched, of course it was "Thirty-six Strategies for Dealing with Little Women", but Song Jiyao would not say it, otherwise Song Yu would definitely smash the crystal ashtray on the table at him, so Song Jiyao asked Looking at Song Yu, he showed a harmless smile; "There are no books." After finishing speaking, he added superficially; "Many people know this truth, cousin, don't you know that you have read countless girls?"

Sure enough, an ashtray flew towards him like a broken bamboo, and after hastily dodged, Song Jiyao looked at the ashtray that kept turning on the ground and his heart trembled violently. Song Yu, are we still relatives? Can you treat me like this?

"Keep your mouth shut, or—" Song Yu said coldly.

"Song Jiyao's face was dark, but he raised his head and smiled again: "My cousin's city plan has progressed. Last night, Shanshan called me and said that the Shaw Brothers has spent a lot of money this time, and it may be very difficult. "

Song Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Song Jiyao, a trace of cruelty flashed in his cold eyes: "Then continue to find a way, and continue to increase the money. I never believed that there are people in this world who don't love money. If you don't love money, you can give him a woman." .”

Song Jiyao nodded, but before he could speak, he heard the voice of the phone, and it turned out to be Zhenqi's.

"Hey little cousin, what do you want from me?" Song Jiyao swaggered in front of Song Yu and answered the phone, which felt so refreshing.

Zhenqi frowned when she heard Song Jiyao's voice, and said slowly, "Can you help me find a job?"

"Looking for a job?" Song Jiyao glanced at Song Yu, who frowned, so Song Jiyao swallowed and asked, "Do you want a job?"

"Yes, I owe a lot of money to Song Yu, and I have to find a way to pay it back." Zhen Qi said slowly, and as soon as Song Yu was mentioned, those cold eyes appeared in front of her, like a A poisonous needle pierced his heart so viciously that it hurt so much that he wanted to cry.

"That's it." Song Jiyao's gaze swept over Song Yu, and the anger in his eyes made him almost lose his grip on the phone, so he said to Song Jiyao on the other end of the phone; "I'm in a meeting now, and I'll reply to you later, don't worry. I can't find a job for you." After speaking, he hung up the phone, and looked at Song Yu with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked seriously.

"I'm crying." Song Jiyao grinned and said, "I owe you a lot of money and I have to pay it back."

Song Yu didn't speak, just tapped on the table lightly, and it took a long time before he spoke slowly; "Let her be my secretary?"

"Then what about Shanshan?" Song Jiyao asked.

"The HR department is short of a manager. Did I bring Shanshan out? I'm most at ease when she goes." Song Yu said, and then added, "Don't let Zhenqi know that this is my arrangement. Take her to our house first." The company is looking for a job but can't accept it."

"I know." Song Jiyao replied with a smile on his face.

"Also, although Luo Shanshan has gone to the personnel department, the city sign project still needs to be continued. This matter is left to the two of you. By the way, 'Bing Muscle' will be listed as soon as possible. You have to be careful about property rights. Point, An Yuan's father is an old fox, don't be fooled by him, all the documents must be handed over to me as soon as possible." Song Yu arranged in an orderly manner, and let Song Jiyao go out after speaking.

So Song Jiyao appeared in front of Luo Shanshan with a face full of sweat.

"How's it going?" Luo Shanshan asked anxiously when she saw Song Jiyao coming out.

Song Jiyao closed an OK gesture to her, and then showed a bright smile; "Congratulations, Shanshan, you have been promoted."

"What?" Luo Shanshan thought she heard it wrong: "I was promoted?"

"Yes, the manager of the marketing department, fat man, Shanshan, please be happy." Song Jiyao looked at Luo Shanshan with a happy smile, and did not forget to boast; "Is it all due to me?"

"Then who will be Mr. Song's secretary?" Luo Shanshan asked, restraining her joy.

"Lu Zhenqi." Song Jiyao said, and then told Luo Shanshan exactly what happened just now.

"How is this possible?" After hearing Song Jiyao's words, Luo Shanshan's expression turned cold immediately, "Isn't Lu Zhenqi doing nothing but getting in trouble with President Song?"

Song Jiyao spread his hands and said helplessly: "We can't decide these things. Who would dare not listen to what my brother means? Besides, he has been teaching Zhenqi these days, so there should be no problem. Don't worry about it. Do your own thing with peace of mind."

Although Luo Shanshan felt that something was wrong, but what Song Jiyao said was right, who could refuse Song Yu's decision, if others could easily change his decision, then he was not the Song Yu she liked, Luo Shanshan gently He sighed deeply, if only he was half as lucky as Zhenqi.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Jiyao waved his fingers in front of Luo Shanshan's eyes.

Gently opening Song Jiyao's hand, Luo Shanshan looked at the face that was very similar to Song Yu, and smiled softly; "No, it's just that I'm still a little uncomfortable with my promotion."

Seeing Luo Shanshan smile so sincerely to himself for the first time, Song Jiyao's heart almost jumped, so he leaned forward shamelessly; "Shanshan is all due to me, how will you repay me?" Woolen cloth?"

Luo Shanshan was stunned for a moment, and then she gave Song Jiyao a blank look: "Young Master Song, what do you want to repay for being well-clothed and well-fed?"

Song Jiyao scratched his head, and smiled, "Why don't you promise me with your body?"

Zhenqi used to say that if you don't die, you won't die, so Song Jiyao was very disdainful, but today he believed it, because after his words fell, what greeted him was not Luo Shanshan's charming smiling face, but a hard slap.

Rubbing his deformed face, Song Jiyao hurriedly chased after Luo Shanshan who was full of anger.

"Shanshan, I'm just joking, why don't you treat me to dinner, no, I'll treat you to dinner."