Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

Chen Bin, who has been abroad for many years, now knows what kind of existence the Song family is.

As long as Song Jiajun says a word, no one in the entire B city dares to cooperate with him.

He originally thought that the Song family was the leader of the business in B city, but he didn't expect that they were the decision-makers.

What's more, he now has a fiancée who is backed by the country.

It can be said that as long as Song Jiajun does not touch the bottom line of the country, the Song family can at least guarantee the prosperity of three generations!

"Dad, will Song Jiajun meet us?"

Chen Jiajia was dressed more formally today, with her shirt neatly tied to the top, and nothing on her body except her face, hands and a small part of her ankle was exposed.

It was very different from the way she looked at dinner that day.

Chen Bin had his eyes closed, but when he heard Chen Jiajia's words, he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"No."

"Then why are we waiting?"

Chen Bin's face showed impatience, "I said you are stupid, you are really stupid!"

"Song Jiajun can not see, but we can't not come, we have to admit our mistakes, and we have to be sincere."

Chen Bin is flexible, when he is in a high position, he sneers at the people below.

When he is in a weak position, he can also be servile to achieve his goals.

Face is not as important as actual interests.

The Song family wants to open up the market in M ​​continent, and the Chen family wants to open up the domestic market. They are the best choices for each other.

Song Jiajun is a businessman, he will not give up such a big benefit because of a momentary unhappiness!

Not long after the father and daughter sat down, the front desk received an internal hotline call from the special assistant upstairs. After hanging up the phone, he walked to Chen Bin.

"Hello sir, our president doesn't have time to see you." The front desk lady had a sweet smile on her face, but her heart was full of impatience.

Hurry up, hurry up! Don't delay me from editing the pictures, there are a bunch of hungry kids in the fan club!

"It's okay, I'll come to visit you next time."

The front desk lady smiled but said nothing, the prince won't see you next time.

After all, I am the front desk, so I am still polite. The original words of the special assistant on the phone just now were: "The boss told him to get out."

There are not many people who can be praised by everyone for being humble and gentle. They are so angry that they swear.

And the reason why Song Jiajun couldn't help swearing was this.

When the special assistant told Song Jiajun that Chen Bin wanted to see him, he just wanted to say that he didn't have time.

But he heard a "thump" in the bedroom, and the little girl's "ouch".

"Are you okay, baby?" Song Jiajun carried the little girl who was lying on the ground and fell to the bed and looked at her carefully.

It's all because of Chen Bin, the old man, why did he come here at this time!

If there were no blind things to disturb him, he would have accompanied the little girl to sleep and she would not have fallen to the ground!

Lin Wanyue had not received the signal that she had fallen to the ground while sleeping. She was dazed and touched her forehead.

"Brother Jun, my head hurts a little."

Song Jiajun was relieved after checking that it was just a little red. Looking at the cute look of the little girl, he wanted to laugh.

"How old is the child? She fell to the ground while sleeping."

Lin Wanyue answered obediently, "Almost 20."

Song Jiajun really couldn't help laughing. The little girl who hadn't woken up was so obedient that she answered whatever he asked.

"How did you fall to the ground?"

"I don't know, I fell to the ground when I turned over."

Lin Wanyue touched her forehead again, "It still hurts."

"Then can brother blow it for me?"

Lin Wanyue nodded, then shook her head, "Don't lie to me, it doesn't work."

"It works, brother doesn't lie."

"Okay then."

Song Jiajun held up the little girl's drooping head and blew on the wound.

Before Song Jiajun blew a few times, the little girl's head suddenly arched on his chin.

His chin was a little painful, and he looked down at the little girl in his arms, shook his head and laughed.

Because she hadn't been tossed lightly in the past few days, she deliberately tossed it once last night and went to bed at more than twelve o'clock. Why is the little girl still so sleepy?

The special assistant at the door didn't hear the sound inside, and saw the boss rushing into the bedroom in a flash, and he didn't react a little.

But he didn't dare to look inside, so he could only worry at the door.

Special Assistant: I can't eat the melon, it's really frustrating!

He vaguely heard someone talking inside, but because the voice was too quiet, he couldn't hear what was said even after he put his ears into the room.

After the room was completely silent, the special assistant cleared his throat at the door: "Ahem, President, Chen Bin downstairs..."

"Let him go!"

"Yeah, okay."

The special assistant went out faster than Song Jiajun entered the room just now.Hurry up and leave. The president is in a bad mood now. Don't let him get angry.

The people in the president's office saw the special assistant flying out and hurried forward to ask: "Brother, what's wrong? Why are you running so fast? Is the boss angry?"

It shouldn't happen. As long as the boss's wife is in the company, the boss is very gentle!

Now who in the whole company doesn't look forward to the boss's wife coming over? The degree of expectation is comparable to the salary!

There is another meeting in the afternoon. I don't know if I can calm down by then. If I am still angry, it will be difficult to hold this meeting!

The special assistant adjusted his glasses, "It's okay, the boss's wife is here, and the boss won't be angry for long."

The boss's wife usually takes a lunch break of less than two hours. Now there are still three hours before the afternoon meeting, so there is no need to worry.

The people in the president's office are relieved. The afternoon meeting can still be held.

Song Jiajun didn't dare to go out casually this time. He leaned on the head of the bed and put the little girl in his arms and applied the ice pack on the little girl's forehead.

Lin Wanyue was startled by the ice and moved a few times in the man's arms.

Song Jiajun held the little girl's hand and patted her back, like coaxing a child, "Be good, apply ice, otherwise it will swell."

"It will only take a while, it will be fine soon."

"Go to sleep, it won't be cold in a while."

When the ice pack began to drip slowly, Song Jiajun put away the ice pack, and seeing that the little girl's forehead was no longer red, he put the ice pack aside.

Lin Wanyue had a good sleep, turned over and stretched.

"Are you awake, baby?"

Lin Wanyue was a little confused when she turned around and saw the man, "Why are you still here? Aren't you going to work?"

Without waiting for Song Jiajun to speak, Lin Wanyue got up and sat cross-legged next to the man, "Brother Jun, I just had a nightmare! It was so real! I dreamed that I fell to the ground! And I hit my head!"

Lin Wanyue touched her forehead while speaking, "It hit this place, right here, hiss... Why does it really hurt a little bit?"

Song Jiajun held down the girl's dishonest hand, "Don't press it, I just finished ice compressing not long ago, it must hurt!"

"Ice compress?"