The little girl is fair and attractive, Captain Xu is gentle and pampering

Liu Wei grabbed the back of her neck, brought them closer, and sprayed alcohol on her face: "As long as I climb up to the Song family this time and hold President Song's handle firmly in my hands, I will rely on the resources in President Song's hands." , we can’t just buy whatever we want.”

Chen Lin pushed him away gently: "Although you say so, how do you know that the place where you put your things is safe? If Mr. Song finds out, you will have nothing."

"They can't find that place. That's me..."

Chen Lin sat astride his lap and teased him. When she saw that he was really drunk, she pulled off his lap.

The next day, it was revealed that the Song Group could not cap the apartment. Reporters lurked at the construction site for several days and saw the workers busy except for capping work. They speculated that everything reported online was the truth.

Father Song picked up his briefcase and set off for the company. When the car left the security booth, it was blocked by reporters and residents, making it impossible for the car to move.

Seeing this situation, the security guard notified his colleagues and teamed up with Lin Dong's people to stop these reporters.

Dad Song was in the car, calling one after another, all about today's hot topics.

His face turned ugly. The cause of this incident was because of Tang Yancheng. He really bet on the wrong person.

Father Song did not go to the company, but went directly to the construction site to monitor and discuss with the contractor how to resolve the matter.

Tang Yancheng pulled off his wrinkled clothes and walked out of the police station. He looked at the sun above his head and stretched out his hand to block the light.

The housekeeper waited at the door all night without leaving. When he saw the master coming out, he stepped forward and approved some clothes for him.

"Master, you have suffered."

"I heard that the Lao Song incident is still going on. Liu Wei can do things well."

The resentment he felt when he entered the bureau was digested in his heart. He was suffering inside, and there were people outside who were accompanying him.

The reporter used his connections to track Mr. Song to the construction site, so a bunch of people blocked the construction door. He had to give an explanation today.

Father Song saw that these people were like dog-skin plasters that couldn't be taken off after they got stuck, so he gave everyone a reply.

"I have been busy with other things these days, and I never thought that the supply to the apartment has indeed been cut off. Mr. Tang's goods have not arrived yet, so we cannot start construction, but I promise everyone that we will do a good job."

The reporter began to ask sharp questions: "Excuse me, Mr. Song, is this sharing the pot?"

"Mr. Song, according to previous news, this material is half a month late, but you still don't know. Are you pretending not to know, or are you really busy with other things?"

Now that Mr. Song has admitted that it is impossible for Mr. Song not to know about the top-floor residents living on the prime floors before Lenovo.

Father Song said with a cold face: "Everyone, please be careful with your words. If you talk nonsense, I will sue you for slander."

He took out his cell phone and looked down. It was a call from the government, and he could only go to a quieter place to answer it.

When reporters saw him leaving, they rushed in excitedly. The contractor and migrant workers stepped forward to stop him. They moved bricks every day and were extremely strong. Civilian reporters were no match for them.

They shouted: "The general public has the right to know. Are you guilty of avoiding talking about it?"

"Mr. Song has gone to answer the phone. If you continue to make noise here, we will call the police." The contractor said rudely.

Dad Song went to the construction office to answer the phone: "How are the online matters being handled? We are going to choose an environmental ambassador this time. You are carrying dirty information to make it difficult for me."

"I will deal with this as soon as possible."

"If you can't suppress this matter in a short time, our cooperation will stop here."

When Father Song saw that the other party had hung up, his face became even more gloomy. They were all a group of powerful villains. He had been following the public affairs for so long, so he couldn't just lose it.

At this time, the contractor ran in: "Mr. Song, Mr. Xu has sent the materials."

When Dad Song heard this, he immediately walked out and saw three trucks parked at the construction site, and employees were unloading the goods.

He walked up to Xu Chengyi and asked, "What are these materials?"

Xu Chengyi said: "It's the batch that Liu Wei hid. I know the exact address and went there that night."

Song's father was relieved when he heard that it was the batch that Liu Wei had hidden. He didn't have to pay hundreds of millions in breach of contract. With these materials, the house could finally be capped.

He patted Xu Chengyi on the shoulder: "You have worked hard during this period. Go back and spend time with Manman."

"Well, Manman is about to give birth, and there are still a lot of things to prepare. I will leave the rest to Uncle Song."

The two of them had originally set a wedding date, but the child arrived on time and had unstable growth, so they had no choice but to postpone the wedding. There was no formal ceremony, and they hadn't spent any money on the change. They didn't want to wrong Song Man, so they kept the original date. Calling method.

But they have long been a family in their hearts, and they share difficulties together.

Xu Chengyi drove home and saw an uninvited guest inside. Jin Ming was sitting on the sofa, sorting out the baby's clothes with Song Man.

People who don't know better come in through the door and think they are a couple. He is indeed very busy during this period and can't take care of his family. But how did Jin Ming get in?

When Song Man heard the footsteps, he raised his head, his eyes brightened, and he happily raised the small clothes in his hand.

"Brother Cheng Yi, look, the baby clothes that Brother Jin Ming sent are so nice."

Xu Chengyi's expression was very cold: "I will buy my son's clothes myself, not anyone else's."

Seeing that he had such a strong opinion, Song Man stopped moving her hands. Why had they been arguing for so long and still not reconciled?

Jin Ming saw that the atmosphere was tense and stood up on his own initiative: "Chengyi, if my appearance makes you unhappy, I can leave now. Song Man is pregnant now and can't stand your temper."

Listening to his tone, Song Man seemed to have been wronged, and said softly: "Brother Jin Ming, brother Cheng Yi definitely didn't mean this."

Xu Chengyi interrupted her from this sentence: "That's what I mean, you shouldn't show up in my house."

Song Man tilted his head and looked at him, wondering what was going on with Brother Cheng Yi, and he had too many opinions on Brother Jin Ming.

Jin Ming turned to look at Song Man: "It's okay, I'll come see you next time."

Xu Chengyi followed him and said to the bodyguard at home: "In the future, don't let Lawyer Jin enter the house casually and know people but not their hearts."

The bodyguard understood Captain Xu's words. When he saw Lawyer Jin in the future, he would not be able to let him go immediately and would have to stop him at the door.

Song Man always felt that something was wrong with them, so he stood up with his hands on the coffee table, walked like an old lady, and walked out slowly.

"Brother Cheng Yi, it's almost dinner time, why don't you let Brother Jin Ming stay for dinner?"

When Xu Chengyi looked at him, he knew the whole story about Song's father. If Song Man knew that everything that happened to Song's father was related to him, he would probably not welcome him to his home again.

Jin Ming raised his voice in one breath, fearing that if he said it in front of his face, he would have no way to quibble. If he left now, he would still be able to find an excuse to smooth over the matter.