I'm confronting the scum with the tsundere boss

The next morning.

When Song Yan bent down and got into the nanny car, he was very satisfied that he didn't see Chen Jie.

"It's all taken care of?" Song Yan leaned on the back of the seat relaxedly, slightly raised his chin: "No trouble?"

Wang Yi stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, he sighed: "How could there be no trouble, she refused to leave, I forced a car to take her to the airport."

"Heh," Song Yan sneered, "She still has the face to hang on."

Wang Yi lowered his head and fastened his seat belt, then turned slightly to look at Song Yan seriously: "Have you told your mother about Chen Jie?"

"Let's talk about it when she comes to me," Song Yan suppressed his smile when he heard the words, as if thinking of something, he sneered: "If you don't look for me, forget it, anyway, Chen Jie is gone."

Wang Yi squeezed the space between his eyebrows. He is someone who has experienced how difficult Song's mother is. During the first two years of taking Song Yan with him, he felt the darkness and oppression around him.

"If my mother comes to you," Song Yan frowned, his face indifferent: "Don't say anything, just push it on me and let her come to me."

"Okay." Wang Yi nodded without pretense.

Song Yan curled his lips into a smile, and was about to say something when the phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was Chen Jie.

Song Yan's slender fingers swipe across the screen and hang up directly.

In less than two seconds, the phone vibrated again, and Song Yan hung up again.

This time, he didn't give Chen Jie another chance to be shocked, so he neatly blacklisted Chen Jie's number, then opened WeChat, and continued to blacklist in one go.

The phone buzzed and vibrated, Wang Yi took out the phone helplessly, turned on the screen, showed Song Yan a look, and accepted his fate.

"Chen Jie," Wang Yi answered the phone and said directly, "I've said everything I need to say. You have signed a non-disclosure agreement and non-competition. I hope you have professional ethics. At the same time, the compensation that the studio should give you , I won’t miss you a single point.”

Song Yan was rich, and Wang Yi didn't want his former work partners to make a fuss over money, so he paid compensation according to the amount agreed in the terms of the contract to terminate the contract early.

Song Yan didn't have any opinion on this, since he handed it over to Wang Yi, he should deal with it according to Wang Yi's behavior style.

Listening to Chen Jie's endless complaints, Wang Yi frowned and hung up the phone with a sigh.

Song Yan didn't mean it, he held his mobile phone in his lower hand, and used Google Maps to check if there was anything delicious and interesting near the hotel where Lin Ci was staying.

Since he wanted to earnestly recover Lin Ci, he planned to do his homework himself, and after coaxing Lin Ci well, he would take him around New York City.

At a glance, most of the restaurants marked on the map are Western restaurants, there are several Brazilian dishes, and one Mexican restaurant.

Song Yan's gaze stayed on the sign on the Alice Rehabilitation Hospital, which was relatively close to the hotel where Lin Ci stayed.

Instinct told him that Lin Ci's neighbor named Qin Nuan might live in this hospital.

Song Yan paused on his phone, thought for a while, logged in to his email, and checked, but he didn't see a reply from the consulate. According to the efficiency in the past, there shouldn't be no news overnight.

Song Yan frowned, he closed the mailbox, and saved the consultation number displayed on the map.

The nanny car soon arrived at the downstairs of the shooting studio, and Song Yan stepped out of the car with long legs.

"Do you need me to find another assistant for you?" Wang Yi asked Song Yan as he walked, "Or should you find it yourself?"

Song Yan paused. He had thought about asking Lin Ci to be his assistant. He still has this idea. After all, he is an artist, and it is common to be in a hurry. The most common reason why artists break up is that they get together less and leave more.

In the past, he had an agreement with Lin Ci. The other party was either waiting for him at home or running around looking for him. The two entered the love mode. This state was dangerous. Song Yan still wanted to give it a try and let Lin Ci enter his studio.

"Let's wait and see," Song Yan started to walk again, and he smiled: "There is no rush."

"Okay." Wang Yi nodded, and reached out to take the mobile phone that Song Yan handed over.

The shoot went very well.

Song Yan entered the state quite quickly, the photographer was very excited, and his voice of praising Song Yan could be heard throughout the studio.

"Brother Song, I have to talk to you now." Chen Jie was wearing a business attire with a bag on her back, and her face was a little sloppy. She stepped on her high-heeled shoes and rushed straight towards Song Yan.

The shooting stopped suddenly, and the surrounding staff all looked towards Song Yan and Chen Jie.

"Sorry, I'll take care of it right away," Wang Yi explained to the photographer, and then stepped forward to hold Chen Jie back. He stopped him and said, "Song Yan is working now, so we can talk about it later if you have anything to do."

"I don't." Chen Jie was full of grievances, she choked up and said, "You all have to drive me away, so I'm going to say it now."

Song Yan raised his hand to signal everyone to pause, then he loosened his neckline, looked at Chen Jie expressionlessly, and said coldly, "I'll give you one last chance, you should get out now."

Chen Jie was not intimidated by Song Yan's indifference, she trotted forward with her chest straight: "Brother Song, did I do something wrong? Are you going to drive me away?"

"You don't know?" Song Yan asked with a bright sarcasm on his face, "Then you think about it seriously?"

Chen Jie suppressed her uneasiness, she cried on purpose, and her voice was full of emotion: "Brother Song, I believe that I entered the studio and worked hard all the time. I have nothing to do to you. You want to treat me like this?"

Song Yan took a deep breath, and his tone was obviously impatient: "I will terminate the contract with you in advance according to the contract, Chen Jie, I am sorry for you."

Chen Jie lowered her head and bit her lip hard, with unwillingness written in her eyes, to terminate the contract with her early according to the contract?

How much has Lin Ci gained from being with Song Yan in the past few years?

The bank card that Song Yan threw to Lin Ci when the contract was terminated early was tens of millions, and when it was her turn to terminate the contract, why is it just 30?

"Brother Song," Chen Jie looked at the colleagues who were pointing around, she straightened up with confidence, she cried and shouted: "I am your mother's special assistant, you have no right to fire me. "

"I'm just looking at my mother's face right now," Song Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a cold voice, "Get out of here, otherwise, I won't let you get out even if you want to."

Song Yan didn't give Lin Ci any presents in these years, but he couldn't hold back and finally gave them. He was very satisfied and carefully selected the presents for a long time.

Not to mention that the value of the two watches was close to tens of millions, he felt that Chen Jie had ruined all his intentions.

It was one thing for Song Yan not to want to argue with his mother again, but Chen Jie refused to leave and wanted to make trouble, then he would make Chen Jie feel overwhelmed.

"Brother Song," Chen Jie bit her lips with determination, suddenly took out her mobile phone, and shook Song Yan: "Aren't you afraid that I will sue your mother?"

"Go, sue." Song Yan rolled his eyelids, he sneered, and then he pointed at the bodyguard not far away: "Throw this woman out for me."

"Song Yan," Wang Yi saw that the situation could not be controlled, he hurried forward, grabbed Song Yan's hand, and persuaded in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, even if Chen Jie made a big mistake, you can't do it in this way now." Throw it out."

The bodyguards were a little confused. They looked at Song Yan's face, at Wang Yi, and then at Chen Jie who was crying very sadly.

"I can't tell you anymore?" Song Yan pressed his tongue to his cheek, raised his eyebrows, and said casually: "Either you throw this woman out to me, or you also get out."

Wang Yi waved his hand at the bodyguard, then he walked towards Chen Jie and said in a low voice, "Don't say anything now, you go back to the hotel first, we will talk later."

Chen Jie looked at Song Yan's indifferent face. She shrank her neck, cried and nodded, and trotted out of the studio with her bag.

Song Yan curled his lips into a sneer, and said to Wang Yi, "Arrange bodyguards to send Chen Jie back to China later, I can't let her be my assistant again."

"I will arrange it," Wang Yi lowered his eyes, with unspeakable emotions flashing in his eyes, and he said lightly, "It's just that I'm afraid your mother needs to talk about this matter."

The expression on Song Yan's face was inexplicable. After a while, he shook his head like a sneer: "It's okay, don't worry about it, I'll wait for her to come to me."

Wang Yi clenched his fingers imperceptibly, then nodded: "Okay."

A farce came suddenly and ended suddenly.

Wang Yi began to control the field, dispelling all the news that might be unfavorable to Song Yan one by one, ensuring that no photos or videos leaked from the scene.

"Thank you," Song Yan finished filming, reached out to take the mobile phone handed over by Wang Yi, and said casually, "Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Yi lowered his eyes and smiled, and said lightly: "This is what I should do. By the way, you have a lot of calls, but I didn't answer them."

Song Yan turned on the phone, and sure enough, his mother made more than a dozen phone calls impatiently. It seems that that idiot Chen Jie has already filed a complaint?

Song Yan raised his eyebrows playfully, instead of calling his mother back, he logged into the mailbox first.

There was still no new mail in the mailbox, Song Yan frowned. For the authorities, it is not difficult to check the signal source of a mobile phone. It is also a trivial matter to check the hospital where Qin Nuan is staying. Why did Consul Qin not reply?

Song Yan squinted, and the email showed that the other party had read it.

Did something happen to Lin Ci?

For a moment, Song Yan was a little uneasy, he walked straight to the nanny's car with his long legs.

As soon as he sat in his seat, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the phone number saved in the morning. Song Yan tilted his head and thought for a while, and pressed the dial button.

"Hello, is Alice Rehabilitation Hospital?" Song Yan's standard English pronunciation was full of magnetism.

"Yes, sir." The female voice who answered the phone sounded young.

"Excuse me for the ward number where Mr. Qin Nuan lives. I am his friend and I am going to visit him." Song Yan's voice was a little frustrated, as if he was annoyed because he forgot his friend's ward number.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The female voice said quickly, and then there was the sound of typing on the computer keyboard.

"Mr. Qin Nuan lives in 306 on the third floor." The female voice sounded again.

"Okay, thank you." Song Yan raised his eyebrows in surprise. He just wanted to try it on a whim, but he didn't expect to be in this hospital.

Before Song Yan hung up the phone, the phone vibrated again. He glanced at it and pressed answer.

"Song Yan," Song Yan's mother, Zhao Xin, ordered coldly when she heard the connection: "What are you investigating? Immediately, get the hell out of here."

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I wish you all a happy reading~~

Everyone expects Song Yan to meet Qin Nuan... Soon, the foreshadowing is almost buried... Now the story will slowly unfold...

I sympathize with Song Yan for a second, he... is actually a scumbag that can be rescued.

Now the tears he sheds, I will try to replace them with sugar in the future.

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