this summer

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It seems that this time can't be rejected, Jing Fan can only agree first, and then find a way.

She was a bit sad during the two-day exam, Song Han saw it, asked her, but she refused to say.

Jing Fan also thought about letting Song Han go, but Song Han is not her parent after all, and Lao Wang probably won't admit it if he goes.

After thinking about it, she still called home, but her parents couldn't get through. When she called home, it was the nanny who answered the phone.

"Xiao Fan?" Auntie was quite pleasantly surprised, Jing Fan rarely called back since returning to China.

"Auntie, are my parents at home?" She thought it was impossible, but she still wanted to ask.

"Sir and wife are busy with a new project recently, saying that it will take more than a month..."

Before she finished speaking, Jing Fan had already hung up the phone.

Every time she calls with Jing Xuan, the other party calls. She knows that her brother is busy, so she rarely contacts her.

Sure enough, after calling, it was a female voice who answered the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Jing is in a meeting now, you have an appointment..."

Hang up more hastily, with timidity.

It's been like this every time. It's been like this since I was a child. No one from my parents reminded me, and I never remembered her birthday. In her parents' meetings, from voice calls to text messages, Professor Qi would only stress over and over again that she wanted to be self-reliant. , to be obedient, what to do.

Every time she goes through it, she thinks she's used to it, but she never is.

The sound of the glass being broken came through the door, Song Han knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Jing Fan, what's wrong?"

Jing Fan sat blankly for a while before replying, "It's okay, I'm sleepy and my hands are slippery."

Song Han doesn't like to talk to people, but at this moment, he also thinks that he will have to talk to her tomorrow night.

Back in the room, I received a message from Song Chengyue.

Song Chengyue: Come to the company at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

Song Han: good

The next morning, he sent Jing Fan to school, and told him not to run around after school so he could leave with peace of mind.

At one o'clock Song Han arrived at Mingsheng on time, her arrival caused quite a commotion, and the Zhang family was even more anxious.

"Dad, didn't you say that Song Han wouldn't help Song Chengyue if she didn't help us? Her posture doesn't look like she's coming at us." Zhang Tongyi whispered to Zhang Jianzong.

"How do I know?" Zhang Jianzong's urge to beat his son became stronger, "It's all your useless thing!"

Song Han wore a camel-colored overcoat today, and he looked extremely serious. He put away all his usual laziness, put on light makeup, and stepped on a pair of high-heeled shoes. He looked as imposing as Song Chengyue.

"Xiaohan." In the lobby, Zhang Jianzong put on a kind smile, stepped forward, and stretched out his left hand.

"Mr. Zhang, long time no see." Song Han stood where he was, not intending to shake hands with him.

When Zhang Jianzong was in embarrassment, the elevator door opened, and Song Chengyue walked towards him.

"Uncle Zhang," she greeted politely, "Uncle Zhang greets guests for me?"

Song Han glanced at her sideways, and blamed her for not coming earlier, leaving her to face this old fox alone.

Song Chengyue returned a soothing look, turned around and smiled and said, "Since everyone is here, let's see you in the meeting room. Xiaohan, let's go."

How could it be that Zhang Jianzong didn't understand at this moment? Both factions have sent people to Chihuang these days, and they were all driven out without exception. Unexpectedly, Song Chengyue had already hooked up with Song Han, and wanted to He was caught off guard, no wonder she agreed to hold a shareholders' meeting.

"Dad, what should we do?" Zhang Tongyi was still whispering in his father's ear.

"Shut up!" Zhang Jianzong was extremely disappointed with this son, and slapped him, "What else can I do, go upstairs!"

Entering the meeting room, Song Chengyue reminded in a low voice: "There is a shielding device inside, are you in no hurry? It's impossible to come out in the middle of a while."

Song Han probably knew what she wanted to do, so he answered back, raised his leg and walked in, remembered something before pushing the door, and asked again: "However, how long will it take?"

Song Chengyue's mouth curled up, "Three hours is enough."

Of course, Zhang Jianzong kept his hands back. If he wanted to climb to a high place, he would naturally be cruel. Before he got on the elevator, he dialed a phone, gave a few instructions in a low voice, and turned to his son, "Don't panic later."

The shareholders meeting officially started, a glass door completely cut off the outside world.

"I didn't expect that Xiaohan would come. We haven't seen each other for seven or eight years, right? I always want to visit you these years, but you are always busy. I think you used to come to the company often when Song Qin was still there. ..."

Song Han hated people to talk about Song Qin the most, so he glanced at the person who spoke, "You still talk about it when people are dead?"

"Eh...Xiao Han, what you said..."

Song Han clicked his tongue impatiently, "Are you going to have a meeting? There's a lot of nonsense. What kind of atmosphere does your company have? Chatting at the conference table?"

Song Chengyue, the chief, smiled lightly, "This is the beginning."

After reading documents for an hour at a meeting, Song Han fell asleep and yawned several times.

"Jing Fan, I told you that your parents must be present today. It's almost three o'clock, and you are the only one missing. Please explain to me." Lao Wang's tone was still gentle, but he was obviously not very happy.

He Cheng is not here today, and there is no one to rescue her.

"Teacher, I... I'm going to make a phone call."