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Chapter 19 The second son of Song Dynasty, who is against the bone
"Didn't you hear me asking you to buy milk tea?!"

The trainees went to buy it anyway, and a few stars drank milk tea and said, "Why is Cheng Xuran pretending to be lofty? I don't know how jealous Fu Lingyi is secretly..."

The younger brother of the trainee who was about to leave suddenly turned around, his face was cold: "What right do you have to judge others?"

In the lounge, Fu Lingyi glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a figure in blue short-sleeves who looked familiar.

She walked out, and the figure behind her had gone away.

Office of the new chairman.

The office door was tightly closed.

The hem of the red dress swayed in a rose-like curve. Just as Fu Lingyi was about to go in, he was coldly stopped by a bodyguard in black at the door, who gave a deep warning.

"The chairman is receiving guests. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please wait a moment."

He is a distinguished guest. Besides the young master from the headquarters, who has been standing at the top of the pyramid since birth, who else could it be?

Fu Lingyi was stopped, instead of being angry, she smiled, looked at the closed door in front of her, her eyes were curved like a fox, a little sly, and her red lips were spitting out words.

"I know the young master's family. You ask, has he not even seen me?"

Inside the office.

Bright and spacious.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet.

"Young Master Song, please have some tea."

Xinrui's new executive president is in his fifties this year, with a Chinese character face, thick black eyebrows, hunting eyes like eagles, and a shrewd selfishness that is piled up with a lot of money, and is good at judging the situation.

At this moment, he bent down slightly and respectfully placed the good tea in front of the person opposite.

The man sat on the sofa, with a dignified and dignified body, and nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

Luo Hongzhang smiled and said, "You are being polite."

He placed the materials organized by his assistant on the coffee table.

"Here are Xinrui's financial reports for the past three years, as well as the artist's information, please take a look."

Song Yanqing lowered his eyes and glanced at the thick financial report.

He casually picked it up and looked through it, with a dignified and carefree expression.The sound of turning pages fell in the silence, with a sense of oppression.

Luo Hongzhang waited patiently and watched the young master.

When he was at the group headquarters, Luo Hongzhang had several encounters with Song Yanqing.

can only say.

This second young master of the Song Dynasty has a rebellious appearance.

It was clear that he was born in a noble family, even his bones were raised so high that it was unattainable, but he was deviant and unruly.

It is completely different from the chairman's scheming and the big brother above him, and I don't know how he was cultivated.

During this inspection of the headquarters, Luo Hongzhang was prepared for the second son's temperament and did not dare to make any mistakes.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have the slightest interest in Xinrui, and didn't mean to embarrass them.

The phone rang suddenly in the office.

It couldn't be his. During the reception of Song Yanqing, he would not turn on his mobile phone to disturb people's peace.

Luo Hongzhang made a gesture of invitation: "You pick up."

Song Yanqing glanced at him, put down the financial report, got up and went to the floor-to-ceiling window to answer the phone, with a low and calm voice: "I'm on business, just speak up."

"I've made an appointment for you at the Morinoyuan Tea House north of the Cross-River Bridge. I, as the host, have done my best," Tang Sheng said.

Song Yanqing remained calm: "Thank you very much."

"It's too unfamiliar, let's be more practical." Tang Sheng, "I'll send you the address, and you can set the exact time. This cooperation..."

The two talked for a few words about business matters, and Song Yanqing's expression finally softened a bit.

The [-]-meter-high building outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Xinrui Media is full of brilliance. The huge transparent glass reflects the young and tall figure, the black tie is tightly tied, the eyebrows are clear and gentle, but it gives people a silent sense of weight.

Tang Sheng finally asked him where he was, and he said cutting-edge.

Tang Sheng paused for two seconds, and the sound of turning pages came through the phone, mixed with teasing voices.

"Hey, I went to meet my little lover. Which one? Is your high school classmate also new—"

"Bye."

"No, I still have—"

"Beep beep."

There was a busy tone.

Tang Sheng was convinced, why not just make a joke!

Okay, don't listen, right? I don't care to say it!

Ogden China Part Group, President's Office, Tang Sheng is sitting on a leather chair, wearing a burgundy suit, and has a yuppie temperament, how indifferent and noble.

He just had an angry expression and cursed something heartless.

Assistant: "..." I don't want to pay attention to Mr. Tang and Mr. Song's daily love and killing each other.

Tang Sheng was refreshed after cursing, holding two resumes of the spokespersons in his hands, one was Cheng Xuran and the other was Fu Lingyi.

(End of this chapter)