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Chapter 294 Song Yinghui's Dirty Thoughts

The first time I saw Song Nian, who was reborn from Nirvana, I couldn't help the throbbing in my heart, I wanted to hug her into my arms and kiss Fangze, wishing I could crush her and merge with myself.

Although this thought was dirty, he boasted that this was the reaction that a normal man should have.

How can that man not be moved by a beauty like Song Nian?If someone dared to say it, he would definitely scoff at it.It's rare to find a sexy stunner like Song Nian.

When he saw Song Nian for the first time, he must never have imagined that the glamorous and charming Queen was actually the little orphan he brought back to the Song family 20 years ago.

After all, the changes before and after can be said to be the link that makes people associate the two together.

The Song Nian five years ago was sallow, emaciated and malnourished, giving the impression of being weak and unbearable.

And five years later, this Song Nian is soft and sexy, beautiful and lazy, with charm in every gesture and every gesture. He obviously has no intention of being seductive, but he releases his charm all the time, making people's hearts tremble.

As you know, Song Nian has lived a miserable life as humble as an ant since he was three years old.

I don't know, but I thought she was a red rose canary who was pampered and raised by high-quality pearls and jade.

Looking away, Song Yinghui looked at his hands.

He was an extremely maintenance man, and despite being past middle age, he was much younger than he looked.This youth makes him very popular among his peers.

Those little girls who are not deeply involved in the world often become his prey because of their ignorance.

In the past, he would never refuse any pretty little girl who threw himself into his arms on his own accord.

But after seeing Song Nian, for some reason, he felt disgusted with his past life style.

If possible, he would rather not have the extravagant life of the past, and use them in exchange for Song Nian's initiative.

It's a pity that his unrealistic thoughts are destined to be impossible to come true.

With the crisp sound of ding, Song Yinghui's thoughts were pulled back, and the tightly closed elevator door slowly opened.

Looking at the opened elevator door, Song Yinghui, who returned to the real world rationally, sneered and shook his head at the thoughts in his mind just now, then stepped out of the elevator, followed by the secretary.

Although it was the end of get off work, the lights inside the Song Group were brightly lit, and the employees were still working overtime.

Song Yinghui walked all the way to the conference room.

As the secretary pushed open the closed door of the meeting room, Song Yinghui appeared under the eyes of all the people.

Song Yinghui's arrival was the result of all the shareholders of the Song Group.

Standing at the door of the conference room, Song Yinghui copied his pocket with one hand, and looked down at the group of neatly dressed old antiques sitting in a condescending manner.

He stopped at the same place and walked forward, and an unfriendly voice sounded in the conference room: "It's so late, all uncles and aunts are not at home to bring their grandchildren, and they gathered together to dismiss me. If the family doesn't want to have fun with me?"

Song Yinghui's words revealed a childishness that was seriously inconsistent with his age.

Those old antiques didn't know whether they were used to Song Yinghui's way of speaking, or they had a little kindness towards Song Yinghui who was about to be deposed, so they didn't care about his arrogance and rudeness at the moment.

At this time, a white-haired old man looked at Song Yinghui who was standing there, "Yinghui, they all said that you made an arbitrarily advocating embezzlement of the company's reserve funds without the approval of the board of directors. Is there such a thing?"

Being questioned in front of everyone, Song Yinghui didn't hide anything, and simply nodded: "There is such a thing."

Before the white-haired old man could speak, Song Yinghui explained: "But don't worry, I will earn back the money soon. All you need to do is give me some time."

(End of this chapter)