Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Song Jin was tied up and sent in by Wuhua Da, and they all saw the power of this little Pan, so they dared to rush to seek death.

Watching Yang Zhe lead the people away, those few people took advantage of no one's attention, panicked one by one, covered their faces, went down the stairs, and ran out in a hurry.

The elevator was put back into use, and everyone was working as usual, not caring about what happened to the company.

Anyway, it's fine for them to take care of themselves, and the company's turmoil has nothing to do with them.

In the conference room, the high-level executives who didn't go were waiting anxiously.

Finally, the door was pushed open.

Everyone looked up immediately, and it was Pan Yijing who came in. He watched Pan Yijing come in alone, with a blank expression on his face.

Pan Yijing returned to his seat, put his phone away, crossed his hands, and waited for that 'VIP'.

After a while, there were noisy voices outside the door.

The higher-ups wondered, stretching their necks one by one to see what happened.

Yang Zhe's voice came from outside the door.

"President, the person has been brought here."

"Enter."

Pan Yijing dropped the word, looked straight at the door, and a faint light flickered in his eyes.

The door was opened, and the executives were dumbfounded when they saw the man who was tied up.

"this……"

"President Song?!"

"Why is this tied up?"

Being pointed at by so many people, Song Jin blushed and glared fiercely at Pan Yijing.

"Untie me, do you hear me?"

"hurry up!"

Pan Yijing raised his head, Yang Zhe understood and let the bodyguards untie him.

The two bodyguards untied the rope and stood guard at the door to prevent Song Jin from escaping.

Loosening the rope, Song Jin's face was full of arrogance and gloomy, and he didn't forget to rub his hands covered with red marks.

Pan Yijing raised his hand, "Sit down, President Song."

Song Jin snorted and kicked the seat closest to the main seat.

"Go away, this is my seat."

When the young man who was sitting in that seat saw Song Jin, he quickly got up and gave way to Song Jin.

"You know, Mr. Song."

Song Jin snorted, with a satisfied expression, "You're smart."

The man chuckled, and found a random seat to sit down.

"Look!" Song Jin pointed to the man who gave up his seat, "Look at how sensible this is, he's much better than someone who tied me up."

As soon as these words came out, all the people present looked panic-stricken, and they didn't dare to show their air.

The connotation of Song and Jin Dynasties is obvious, and Pan Yijing is one of the few people who don't know the connotation.

Just when everyone was terrified, Pan Yijing remained extremely calm.

They don't understand the pattern of the boss.

Song Jin's face was full of impatience, and he hit the cotton softly with his fist, which made him even more impatient.

With legs crossed, Song Jin glanced sideways, and said in a loose tone, "Here I am, Boss Pan, if you have anything to say, don't just use low-level routines like kidnapping people."

Pan Yijing snorted lightly, his eyes full of jokes.

Seeing Pan Yijing's slight expression, Song Jin was a little annoyed, knocked on the table, and asked angrily, "What's your expression?"

Pan Yijing didn't say a word, raised his eyebrows seriously, and flipped through the Chenyu Group's planning book.

Yang Zhe came over, pointed to Song Jin's leg on the table, and lowered his voice: "Mr. Song, please pay attention to the influence."

"Influence?"

Song Jin became interested, and straightened his back, "You tell me, what effect will it have. When President Pan was here, I did the same thing, and nothing happened."

Yang Zhe didn't speak, and continued to insist: "Mr. Song, please put it down."

Song Jin hooked his lips, and there was a glint of darkness in his eyes.

"Look at me, I forgot."

Song Jin's eyes were on Pan Yijing, and his tone was deliberately slow.

"You and your dog have only just arrived."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Zhe's face immediately darkened.

It's okay to scold him, Yang Zhe can bear it, but scolding Pan Yijing is something Yang Zhe can't bear.

If Pan Yijing hadn't helped him in a foreign country back then, I'm afraid he would have died on the street at that time.

Thanks to Axxxx for the six tickets, thank you.

Everyone collects it, and it is not a loss to invest in it.