[pattern] Song's son

"What are your plans for Jeju Island?" Song Hui turned his back to Song Yubin and looked at the map of South Korea hanging on the wall, his tone was flat.

It is not an exaggeration to say that half of Jeju Island is owned by the Song family. The Song family first started in Jeju Island, and later bought a lot of real estate in Jeju Island after it developed. Although it later turned its economic focus to foreign countries, Jeju The status of the island in the Song family cannot be ignored.

To put it bluntly, as long as you set foot on Jeju Island, it is equivalent to entering the Song family's back garden.

For this reason, even if Song Hui had complete trust in Song Yubin, he still had to ask a question or two.The overall development of Jeju Island is not only a matter for South Korea, but also a matter for the Song family, because the quality of the development is directly related to the future development of the Song family.

The leader of South Korea's construction industry is not just for fun.

Song Yubin also expected that Song Hui would ask him about this, so he walked to the computer beside him, turned on the computer and retrieved a set of pictures from the mailbox.

He stood by the computer, talking eloquently.

"Our idea this time is to build resorts in strips around the coast of Jeju Island," he tapped his finger on the computer, and a landscape picture appeared.

Song Hui also turned around and listened carefully to Song Yubin's idea.

"This time the resort building no longer adopts the traditional style of the past, but boldly adopts the Russian dome building." Under the control of Song Yubin, the computer is also constantly changing the picture, and finally stopped in a panoramic view .

"In terms of entertainment, in addition to the previous resort facilities, the resort will also introduce the latest European gameplay. In terms of transportation methods, the resort will build a pier along the coast and build an airport on the basis of the original parking lot."

"This is part of the development project of Jeju Island."

Song Yubin stood aside, waiting for Song Hui's comment.

It had been too long since he had such face-to-face communication with Song Hui, and there was some long-lost peace of mind in such communication.Unlike in the previous life, when a Song family had the power of life and death in his hands, now he feels more at ease.

Only half a year has passed, Song Yubin sighed secretly, and looked at Song Hui opposite.

Song Hui's expression remained the same, no emotion could be seen, he nodded lightly to indicate that he had listened.

For a while, there was silence in the study except for the ticking of the clock.

Song Hui looked up at the time, turned around and walked out the door.

No matter what Park Min Hye wanted to do, she had enough time.

"Yu Bin, your marriage," Song Hui said softly standing at the corner of the stairs, "is a family matter." After speaking, he turned and went downstairs.

Song Yubin's marriage is not about him alone, but about the Song family.

He will not interfere with Song Yubin's marriage because he understands that his son is sensible enough to let him let go of all his worries.

His laissez-faire to Song Yubin was only within the scope of his permission.

Song Yubin also walked downstairs quickly, and secretly smiled in a place where Song Hui couldn't see.

He understood that Song Hui had already expressed his wishes tactfully.At the very least, Song Hui didn't think he had to marry someone, and in a certain way, he also recognized Park Xiyan.

When Song Yubin went downstairs, Park Hee-yan and Park Min-hye were talking in a low voice, and the topics they talked about were only around jewelry, clothes and so on.

Song Hui sat down next to Park Minhui, looked at the delicate girl opposite, and said softly, "Is Xiyan tired? Let Song Yubin take you back."

Park Minhui nudged the man next to her, and said coquettishly and dissatisfied: "What, Xiyan finally came to chat with me for a while, so you just ask Yu Bin to send her back, really."

She leaned lazily on Song Hui's shoulder, without the fierce look she had facing Park Xiyan, she was as lazy as a cat.

Song Hui was not annoyed, he reached out and patted Park Min Hui's shoulders twice, as if to comfort him: "I'll let Xi Yan accompany you another day, it's too late today, let the young people go by themselves."

Song Yubin walked to Pu Xiyan's side and picked up Park Xiyan, ignoring Park Minhui's coquettish dissatisfaction, and walked out of the Song residence.

Who said that acting is the monopoly of actors, the best performers in the world must not be actors, but the so-called upper class people who wear masks and hang around in the upper class.

Song Yubin was sitting in the driver's seat, surrounded by cars, which was also very busy.Pu Xiyan was sitting in the passenger seat, leaning against the car in a daze.

"Woo Bin."

"Huh?" Song Yubin stretched out a hand and pressed the player in the car, and the music came out.

"It's okay," Park Xiyan breathed out on the window, and wrote the three words Song Yubin stroke by stroke on the cold fog that hadn't dissipated on the glass, and finally wiped it off again.

She touched the ring that was forcibly worn on her right hand, and finally sighed secretly, after all, she did not tell Song Yubin what Park Min Hye had said.

That woman is really good at grasping people's hearts.

The little thoughts she thought she had hidden well were exposed bit by bit by that woman, and in the end there was nothing to hide.

She wanted to find someone to confide in, but the person in front of her was obviously not someone she could confide in.

In the end, the only thing she can rely on is herself.

Although Song Yubin felt that Park Hee-yan's attitude was not right, but Park Hee-yan didn't tell him, so it was not easy to ask Park Hee-yan, and in the end he could only put the question in his heart.

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"Okay, the child is gone," Song Hui let go of the hand on Park Minhui's shoulder, picked up a newspaper on the coffee table and looked at it leisurely.

Park Minhui is not such a ignorant person, she slid her hand painted with red Danko lightly across Song Hui's face, giggling, "You, you are still so ignorant." When Song Hui avoided her, he stood up slowly, stretched himself, and walked upstairs step by step.

"I'm going to a party, so don't wait for me to come back."

Song Hui frowned, and said without a trace of emotion: "This is in Korea."

Outside you can play whatever you want, but in Korea you represent the Song family.

Park Min Hui stood on the stairs and paused for a moment, before finally evoking a charming smile: "I won't bring a man back." That smile was very cold.