After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

That night, Song Qian didn't sleep well.

He had a dream, dreaming that Qin Sang was lying on the hospital bed, wearing a ventilator on his mouth, and took off the ring on his ring finger bit by bit with difficulty.

In the dream, he and Qin Sang were married, but beside him stood another woman whose face could not be seen clearly.

"Let her go, she loves you very hard."

The woman's voice surrounded him like a devil, and he walked out of the hospital in a daze, only to see Qin Sang across the road.

She crossed the road in a daze, never hearing his call.

A truck comes oncoming—

He woke up suddenly, only to realize that it was just a nightmare.

Qin Sang in the art gallery stared blankly at her completed work in a daze. This work was already perfect, but she always felt that something was almost missing.

Song Qian's words were still lingering in her mind. What her father had personally decided, even her struggles didn't work, so going to see Mr. Qin once would make a difference?

She doesn't really believe it, but she can't help but take chances.

While in a daze, the phone rang suddenly.

Qin Sang glanced at it, it was an unfamiliar calling number.

After hesitating for a while, she picked it up.

"Hi, I'm Qin Sang."

"Miss Qin."

There was an old man's voice at the other end. Although the voice couldn't hide his fatigue, his tone was firm, "I'm Song Tairong."

Qin Sang's eyes suddenly brightened.

Song Tairong, the chairman of the Song family, and the most respected old man of the Song family, why would he suddenly call her?

"Hello, old man."

"Our two families haven't been in touch for a long time, so how about meeting our two families this time for my birthday?" Song Tairong said in a kind voice, very kind, "If your father and brother are too busy, you can do it alone. You can also participate on your behalf.”

Mr. Song sent the invitation himself, so Qin Sang has no reason to refuse.

"Okay, I'm still preparing to give you a birthday present."

I'm afraid you don't want to see me.

To say that the Song family is also a hundred-year-old family with deep roots, but it is not rooted in Beijing. It is Song Qian who insists on going his own way to make a name for himself in the Song family. When Sang started chasing Song Qian, the Song family completely cut off contact with the Qin family.

So this phone call really made Qin Sang feel a little flattered.

Now that Mr. Song spoke in person, she had no choice but to go.

"Why do you insist on this Miss Qin family?" After hanging up the phone, Song Tairong looked at his precious granddaughter helplessly.

A smug look flashed across Song Xin's eyes, "You don't have to worry about it, anyway, as long as you invite her here, I'll agree to your terms."

Song Tairong sighed, with a doting smile on his kind smile, "It's just you who have abandoned my family business like a shoestring shoe. Look at Miss Qin, if Qin Zhongsen wants to inherit the entire family business to her, she may be a It’s too late to be happy, and there’s no way to talk about conditions.”

Song Xin wanted to deny it outright, after all, Qin Sang didn't have such a big ambition at all, she just wanted to marry Song Qian, a couple for a lifetime.

But when the words came to her lips, she thought of Qin Sang's words and hesitated again.

Perhaps Qin Sang has changed a long time ago after not seeing her for a few years.

Qin Sang had just agreed to Mr. Song on the front foot, but Qin Yang got the news somehow on the back foot, and called her, "Sister, are you really going?"

"Go, the old man invited me personally, it's inappropriate not to go."

"Our family and the Song family have had no contact for a long time. Since you married Song Qian, you are destined to stand on the opposite side of the Song family—"

"Song Qian is going too."

Qin Sang's words blocked a lot of complaints from Qin Yang's mother-in-law in his throat.

After a long while, he stammered and asked, "You...have discussed it?"

Qin Sang thought about it, and it was indeed discussed.

Qin Yang held back for a long time but still didn't say a word. He actually wanted to say that my sister can do whatever she wants, don't care what her father thinks, and don't worry about Sheng Sen's future. There are two people in this family, he and Qin Ce. It's enough to hold on.

But he also knew that Qin Sang would not be so obedient.

She has always had her own ideas. In the past, she could do nothing for Song Qian, but now...

"Sangsang, what exactly do you want?"

Hearing the eldest brother's question, Qin Sang remembered that many people had asked her this question, but she never had an accurate answer in her mind.

But Qin Sang will still do the elimination method.

"I want a lot, but I just don't want to marry Song Qian."

As soon as the words were finished, Meng Xiaowan knocked on the door and looked at Qin Sang with a troubled expression.

"Sister Sangsang, Mr. Song... is here again."

Qin Sang frowned, feeling that Song Qian was like that dog-skin plaster recently, sticking it wherever he went, he had taken some medicine by mistake.

"Don't mind him."

Although Qin Sang didn't care, Meng Xiaowan always felt sorry for her. Every time Mr. Song came, she was left outside and waited for the whole afternoon. After all, she was also a busy president.

Could it be... this is the fun of unmarried couples?

Should she switch to a pair of CPs?

When it was time to get off work, Meng Xiaowan saw that Song Qian was still waiting in the reception room, but she was not idle, and was busy working on the computer. She hesitated for a moment, and brought a cup of hot tea over.

"Mr. Song, Sister Sangsang has been busy preparing for the competition recently, so she often works overtime. Why don't you go back first?"

Song Qian frowned, "Competition?"

It turned out that this was the reason why he left him outside and ignored him. After knowing the reason, Song Qian felt a little better inexplicably.

"That's right, the competition will start next month. It's a worldwide event, and it's very important to Miss Sangsang."

Song Qian nodded, with no expression on his face, "Got it."

Before Qin Sang came out, she knew that Song Qian was still waiting, because the light in the reception room was still on, so she went out as usual as if she hadn't seen it.

"Qin Sang."

Song Qian called her name for the first time, and Qin Sang pretended to have just seen him, "When did President Song come?"

Song Qian also knew that he was pretending, so he didn't answer her question, "Let's have a chat."

"There's nothing to talk about between us, right?"

The corners of Song Qian's lips gradually curled up, "Really? Did you buy Qiuming Technology?"

Qin Sang was taken aback, how did Song Qian know about this?

Qin Yang should be the only one who knows. Could it be that Qin Yang has a relationship with Song Qian again?

"Just treat it as me learning from you, let's have a meal together, please."

Qin Sang blinked and smiled, "Okay."

Then he didn't choose to drive, but walked straight towards a street behind the art gallery, Song Qian followed behind silently.

Qin Sang turned around and stopped at the door of a restaurant.

Song Qian's face turned dark when he saw the name of this store.

The name of the store is impressively written: Sichuan Fat Sausage Hot Pot. di