Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

Song wanwei made a temporary decision to make a comeback. She hadn't dealt with relevant matters before, so she was much slower to start. Ruan Tingchen was free, so she stayed at home to help song wanwei see the project and accounts. Obviously, she could find someone from Ruan's family to teach, but he refused to fake it.

Day by day, song wanwei was very smart. She gradually became proficient in these businesses and even could almost take charge of them alone. Ruan Tingchen's family life slowly returned to the right track and was pulled out of a lot of documents.

"Mr. Song, recently we won the land in the East District. We can consider not building houses and building a business district."

The house price is long and the ship is high. There are many shopping malls around. The saturation of the market is fatal to the pressure on enterprises. However, at present, the fastest way for the Song family to restore capital flow is to build shopping malls. The residential consumption cycle is really too long.

Song wanwei pinched her eyebrows and prepared to go home in the evening and ask Ruan Tingchen to help make an idea. However, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The faces of the executives and shareholders in the meeting room changed greatly. Although there was no big mistake for businessmen to pursue interests, in the final analysis, most of them betrayed Bai Na.

Song wanwei looked up and looked at Bai Na's face, which was so haggard that she didn't feel happy as expected. She only sighed that things were right and people were wrong. She didn't know if they expected such a day when they killed her father.

"You go out first."

Song wanwei's voice has an unashamed dignity, which is the essence of Ruan Tingchen she learned a little. People go out sparsely. In such a large conference room, there are only song wanwei and Bai Na left for a moment.

"What's up?"

Song wanwei's tone was not polite.

When Bai Na heard her question, she pulled a smiling face, not as publicity and domineering as before, but in Song wanwei's eyes, the smiling face was even more ugly than crying: "wanwei, I have something to ask you."

"No." she was clean and resolute, leaving no room for relaxation.

"You haven't heard what it is? It's easy for you."

Bai Na almost begged. Song wanwei looked at her carefully and found that in only one month, her hair had been more than half white, she had no money to maintain it, and the gullies on her face were shocking.

Song wanwei said coldly, "no matter how simple things are, do you think it is possible for me to forgive you for what you have done to my song family?"

Bai Na lowered her head and stopped talking this time. Song wanwei's anger seemed to have found an opening: "you can ask me to help you."

She looked at Bai Na condescending and did not ignore the light of hope shining on Bai Na's face.

"Give me my father back."

The conference room was already empty. Song wanwei's words were like a stone sinking into the sea. After a "Dong" sound, there was a long silence. They fell down along the sea, and then down, and down to the bottom of the sea, which became an irreparable fault between them.

"But you and Baozhu can be regarded as sisters who lived together. You can ignore me, but can you help Baozhu? Also, when your father was alive, he liked Baozhu so much that I don't think he would like to see Baozhu lead a bad life."

Bai Na's face was full of tears. She got rid of the luxuriance and returned to the state of the simplest mother. However, what does it have to do with her?

"You still have the face to mention dad?"

Song wanwei's face was unbelievable. Someone would do this.

"If my father were still there, you would be ten thousand times better than you are now."

Many wrongdoings will kill themselves. These people destroy their own lives and kill others. Finally, they have the face to talk about family affection.

"Also, we are enemies, not relatives. Do you understand the hatred of killing our father?"

"You say you can help or not!"

Bai Na seemed to have suddenly changed her personality. The tears in her eyes were suddenly submerged in cruelty. Song wanwei was stunned and answered her for a long time: "no help."

"Call someone up and take her away."

Song wanwei dialed the landline. After a while, several rugged security guards came up and set up Bai Na according to song wanwei's order.

"Song wanwei, don't regret it!"

Bai Na's face was very ferocious, emitting morbid distortion, which made song wanwei's stomach roll.

She gave Bai Na her precious time. Unexpectedly, she naively thought she would sincerely apologize for her mistakes. Unexpectedly, she didn't hear a word of sorry, but stepped up her efforts to ask her to pay.

"I won't regret it. I hope so do you."

She was so faint that she couldn't see her emotion in her eyes.

"How's it going?"

When Bai Na was pushed out by the security guard, song Baozhu hid in the corner and saw it clearly. When the security guard left, she timidly came out of the corner and looked around nervously.

Bai Na accidentally sprained her leg and couldn't get up on the ground, but song Baozhu didn't look at it. She only cared about song wanwei's caliber: "did song wanwei say anything? Did she agree?"

Bai Na was suddenly distracted. She shook her head and ignited song Baozhu's bad temper: "how is it possible? Did you mention the dead man of the Song family? Song wanwei obeyed his father, how is it possible."

Bai Na sighed, a little humble: "I'm afraid if I stimulate her, she will turn her head and sue us for intentional homicide."

Song Baozhu hated that iron is not steel. For example, she changed her role with Bai Na: "if we have no capital, she will sue us."

With that, the revenge in her eyes became more and more obvious, and she didn't care about Bai Na sitting on the ground. She turned her head and left. Bai Na reluctantly got up, held the wall and staggered.

In front of the French window on the top floor stood song wanwei, who had a panoramic view of everything.

Song Baozhu, I hope you'd better not do any more moths.

"President Wang."

In the dim private room, the lights flickered. A greasy man in his fifties, visible to the naked eye, sat back on the sofa. Song Baozhu, who was leaning on him, looked unusually petite.

"Well?"

The man had a fat head and ears, and his rough and fat hands kept swimming at the root of song Baozhu's thigh: "drink."

He picked up a glass of wine and handed it to song Baozhu's mouth. Before Song Baozhu opened her mouth, he looked for stimulation, turned around and squeezed the corner of her mouth and poured it in.

Strong liquor passed through her intestines. Song Baozhu coughed up. The smell of wine mixed with smoke made her unable to open her eyes.

"President Wang."

Song Baozhu didn't talk much, but repeatedly called President Wang, endured the nausea in her heart, and put her hand against his chest.