I'm confronting the scum with the tsundere boss

Song Yan was taken aback, and he sat up straight suddenly. He knew his mother would make a fuss. Based on what he knew about her, she would have to say earnestly that she wanted to know more about his situation and let Chen Jie stay by her side. Or just put it forcefully, no matter what the reason, he just couldn't fire Chen Jie.

But he didn't expect that the first sentence from his mother's mouth was: what are you investigating?

Investigate what?

Out of nowhere, Song Yan remembered the email he sent to Consul Qin?

About Lin Ci?

Shouldn't.

Song's mother knew from the beginning that Lin Ci was by his side. Ever since he confessed Zhou He's coming out of the closet when he was a teenager, Song's mother was angry at first, but she quickly accepted it.

Song Yan knew what his mother was thinking.

Just like what Xia Yi said, in their class, play/men belong to play, and when the time comes, they should get married or get married.

In Song's mother's eyes, Lin Ci was considered a clean man who would not cause health problems, so naturally she would not interfere.

Song Yan was thoughtful, and tapped the glass window lightly with his slender fingers, but he didn't speak.

Zhao Xin was furious, trembling slightly, her words were forceful and cold: "Song Yan, did you hear what I said? Immediately, immediately, get the hell out of here."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and he raised the corners of his lips, casually probing: "What did Chen Jie say?"

"What's the matter with Chen Jie?" Zhao Xin was puzzled, and she directly arranged: "I'll ask her to book a ticket for you, and you'll fly back today."

It seems that it has nothing to do with Chen Jie, and that's right, no matter how stupid Chen Jie is, she should know that if it really happens to Song's mother, it is really impossible for Song Yan to keep her in the studio.

"I'm working, not playing. I've booked a plane ticket, but no one got on the plane," Song Yan said with a cold face, lowered his eyes, and said in a blunt tone, "Is there anything else you need? I'll hang up."

"Wait," Zhao Xin felt Song Yan's bluntness, and she tried to soften her voice: "Mom really has something to do, and I need you to go back to China to deal with it. How soon will you be back?"

Mother?Song Yan curled up his mouth sarcastically, he leaned back, lazily holding his phone, without saying a word.

The carriage was very quiet, Wang Yi looked at Song Yan holding the phone with a silent face.

"Yanyan," Zhao Xin lowered her voice, and she asked with a smile, "How long has it been since we met?"

"Mom," Song Yan chuckled like self-deprecating, with a hoarse voice: "Is there anything I can help you with? Stop joking."

Hearing Song Yan call mom, Wang Yi was slightly taken aback. After a while, he withdrew his eyes, lowered his eyes and lowered his head to fiddle with his mobile phone.

"You come back first." Zhao Xin paused, her voice became more gentle: "Mom won't harm you, right?"

"Okay, I'll be back when I'm done." Song Yan lost the desire to chat for a moment, and his face was filled with impatience: "By the way, let me tell you something, I fired Chen Jie."

Ever since he was a child, his mother has always intervened and controlled his behavior in the name of his good. Song Yan thinks he should get used to it, but at the moment he is still very irritable.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Xin's tenderness just now seemed to be Song Yan's illusion, she suddenly raised her voice: "Why do you fire Chen Jie, I don't agree."

That's right, this is the correct way for his mother to open up.

Song Yan laughed softly, patted Wang Yi's shoulder with his hand, and stretched out two fingers in a gesture of smoking.

Wang Yi didn't know what he was thinking about, he suddenly raised his head, and after a while, he understood Song Yan's meaning, he shook his head slowly, indicating that he didn't bring a cigarette.

Both Song Yan and Wang Yi both smoke, and they are not addicted to cigarettes. It is normal for the other party not to have a cigarette.

Song Yan shrugged regretfully.

"Do you understand?" Zhao Xin stood up, with a face as beautiful as 30 years old but full of ferocious eyes: "Yanyan, mother does everything for your own good, do you understand?"

"Hmm." Song Yan hummed indifferently.

"Then listen to your mother," Zhao Xin felt relieved, and she asked, "Don't fire Chen Jie, okay?"

"Chen Jie, look at her." Song Yan pursed his lips, and there was no warmth in his eyes: "She can do it if she wants."

Hearing this, Wang Yi raised his head in surprise, a dark light flashed in his eyes, he quickly withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to look at the people coming and going outside the car window.

"Yanyan is so good," Zhao Xin giggled upon hearing this, "Then how long will you be back?"

"Come back when you're done." Song Yan took a deep breath, and he asked casually, "You're actually in Yan City at this time, shouldn't you be abroad?"

Song Yan is right, ever since Song Yan entered the entertainment industry alone, Song's mother's control has become less and less, she can only know most of Song Yan's itinerary from Chen Jie's mouth, so she began to go all over the world For the trip, there is not much time in Yan City.

"Didn't I miss you?" Zhao Xin paused, expecting Ai Ai's explanation: "Yanyan, promise mom, I'm done with work, I'll be right back, I have something to tell you."

Facing his mother's full of loopholes, Song Yan didn't bother to care about it, and still said casually: "Got it, hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan directly logged into the mailbox.

Still no new emails in the mailbox.

Song Yan tapped the phone screen rhythmically with his slender fingers, thinking quickly with his eyes half down.

What did his mother say he was investigating?

Qin Nuan?

Is it Lin Ci's neighbor, Qin Nuan?

Wang Yi looked at Song Yan, he sighed, and asked, "Where is Chen Jie...how?"

Song Yan came back to his senses, he glanced at Wang Yi, curled his lips and smiled faintly: "You will see me later."

The nanny's car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and Song Yan bent down to get out of the car.

Sure enough, Chen Jie stood at the entrance of the hotel and turned around. Seeing Song Yan get off the car, she hurried up to meet him.

"Brother Song," Chen Jie clenched her bag tightly with her fingers, she lowered her head slightly, her voice trembling a little: "I don't know what I did wrong, you want to drive me away, but I am willing to change it, and you give it to me again." a chance."

Song Yan squinted his eyes and fixedly looked at the perfect makeup on Chen Jie's face, which could be called a catwalk dress. He bent his lips: "Okay."

Chen Jie's face was filled with joy, and she quickly stated: "Brother Song, I will do well."

"It's okay." Song Yan waved his hands indifferently, and he chuckled softly: "It's good that you can correct the mistakes, then return those two watches first."

The smile on Chen Jie's face hadn't dissipated yet, her figure suddenly stiffened, and she was stunned.

"What?" Song Yanman glanced at Chen Jie casually, and asked coldly, "Can't bear to give it back to me?"

Chen Jie's lips trembled, and her voice was fragmented: "Song...Brother Song...Isn't that... for..."

Song Yan put his arms around his chest, raised his eyebrows, and said in a playful voice, "Go on."

Wang Yi stood aside, looking at Chen Jie without saying a word.

"Brother Song," Chen Jie's face was pale, she clenched her palms and gritted her teeth, "I agree to resign."

"It's late." Song Yan frowned and said in a cold voice, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."

Chen Jie raised her head suddenly, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "Brother Song, what do you mean?"

"No other meaning," Song Yan smiled and waved his hands. He deliberately approached Chen Jie, his eyes locked on the other's face, not letting go of her every expression: "How about, let's talk, you follow me What did everyone around me report to my mother?"

Chen Jie's pupils shrank suddenly, and she took a few steps back. Her face was pale, and when she realized that she had overreacted, she raised her hand to smooth her hair, and said calmly, "Your mother only cares about you."

Song Yan looked at Chen Jie steadfastly, and suddenly smiled: "Look, you don't want to give you a chance, you should return the show."

After Song Yan finished speaking, he turned around and stepped forward with his long legs to leave.

"Brother Song, wait a minute." Chen Jie was in a hurry now, she had sold those two watches for some time, and they had already been replaced by a house, how could she afford to pay for them.

"Have you thought it through?" Song Yan turned around, his eyes were obscure, and his voice was cold: "I only give you this one chance."

Just as Chen Jie was about to talk, her cell phone rang. She took it out of her bag, and the caller showed Aunt Song. She looked at Song Yan with some hesitation.

"Do you know what to say?" Song Yan frowned, his smile was not smiling: "Tell my mother according to the original work schedule, and come to my room after answering the phone."

"Okay." Chen Jie nodded resignedly.

Song Yan turned and left, and Wang Yi chased after him. He passed Chen Jie, and saw Chen Jie answering the phone with a smile on his face, showing disgust on his face.

Chen Jie turned around, Wang Yi had already adjusted his expression, he stretched out his hand to signal him to go up first, Chen Jie nodded.

Song Yan walked quickly all the way, his face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

The two stood in the elevator in silence.

Wang Yi turned his head, looked at Song Yan, seemed to want to ask something, moved his mouth, sighed, but didn't say anything.

"Come over to my place." Song Yan rubbed his temples, and he said a little tiredly: "Arrange for them to return to the country, and I won't go back."

"I won't go back yet," Wang Yi nodded, "Let Xiao Tian lead the team back."

The two quickly decided on the staff's return to China, and Chen Jie knocked on the door.

"Brother Song, Brother Wang." Chen Jie greeted honestly.

"Song Yan," Wang Yi stood up, he glanced at Chen Jie lightly, and said, "I'm going back to rest first."

"Hmm." Song Yan leaned on the sofa, his whole body relaxed, looking very lazy, he lifted his chin, and hummed softly.

Seeing Wang Yi gently close the door, Chen Jie took a deep breath. After a long time, she took out a mobile phone from her bag, scanned her face, and handed it to Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't know why, so he reached out to take it. This is not the mobile phone that Chen Jie usually uses.

He turned on the phone, it was a chat interface.

Song Yan sat up straight suddenly, lowered his eyes, and reached out to scroll through the chat records.

There are thousands of pages of chat logs.

The most recent chat is his daily itinerary, what food he ate, who he met, what scenes he filmed, and what clothes he wore.

Scrolling up, there was obviously something different, and the words "surnamed Lin" began to appear.

Song Yan's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, and quickly flipped through the chat records with trembling hands.

This is almost a daily routine when he meets Lin Ci.

How did he give Lin Ci cold eyes, how did he teach Lin Ci a lesson, how did he drive Lin Ci away...even...

Lin Ci had a high fever?Lin Ci is inconvenient to walk, Lin Ci can't eat....

What's weird is that these actions of his seem to please his mother?

Song Yan's whole body was instantly covered with goosebumps. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he flicked off his phone. He raised his eyes and asked, "How long ago did you start sending this to my mother?"

Chen Jie swallowed her saliva, and said with difficulty: "It started when you took care of Lin Ci."

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It is estimated that the little angels have discovered something? HOHO.

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My plot speeds up, Song Yan is going to meet his love rivals, rush to the duck.....