Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Originally, he just wanted his mother to be chronically poisoned. When the disease occurs in the future, he can use it to attack Song Jing and the Song family.

But who made Bai Shao suddenly want to travel with Song Jing and his family?

This time, he won't be able to see white peony root for a long time.

This means that he will fall into endless insomnia and eventually collapse.

Ever since he slept with another woman, he has suffered from severe mental illness.

Every day he would try his best to take a look at the white peony root, otherwise he would not be able to sleep at night.

Even if he was extremely drunk, he could only lie in bed with his eyes open and wait until dawn.

He really couldn't stand not seeing white peony root for several days, he would die!

Therefore, he could only increase the dosage of the drug and stimulate Lin Jingqing's poisoning symptoms in advance. Only in this way could he keep the white peony root in Haicheng.

"Mom, don't blame me... really don't blame me..."

Di Bei leaned against the door, closed his eyes, and murmured painfully in his heart.

In the ward, Lin Jingqing was still lying there quietly, her breath weak and quiet.

After a while, Di Bei regained his composure, turned around and asked the bodyguard for his medical records.

"I would like to see Ms. Lin's medical records, is that okay?"

"can."

The bodyguard took out the medical record book from the nearby lounge and handed it to Di Bei.

Di Bei took it and looked at it carefully, then nodded: "I wish Ms. Lin a speedy recovery."

Medical records show that the lead element in Lin Jingqing's blood seriously exceeded the standard.

But it's just exceeding the standard. There are no signs of organ failure yet, and the person will not die for a while.

The subsequent treatment process will be more troublesome, but once the toxins are removed, Lin Jingqing can still save her life.

As for the side effects and so on...

Anyway, Lin Jingqing is destined to be imprisoned by the Song family until death. Even if there are sequelae, what does it matter?

Besides, my mother kept saying she loved him, so she wouldn't be willing to suffer even for him, right?

The haze deep in Di Bei's eyes was quickly covered up by him again, and he made excuses for himself with self-consistent logic.

When he left the hospital, his last trace of uneasiness had completely turned into peace of mind.

The world is so unfair to him. What's wrong with him trying to get everything he wants?

Di Bei sat in the car expressionlessly, and there was no trace of the previous anger and anxiety on him.

……

Half an hour later, Di Bei returned to Di's company.

He walked into the office on the front foot, and the secretary walked in on the back foot.

The secretary placed a thick stack of documents in front of him: "Manager Di, these documents need your signature. In addition, Mr. Wang called and wanted to meet with you."

"Okay, you arrange a time for him."

Di Bei replied casually, picked up the signature pen, and signed his name on each document with flying colors.

As the papers were turned over one by one, Di Bei's feeling of winning became stronger and stronger.

He has already secured his position as sales manager.

He has more and more power in his hands, and has been able to decide all matters in the company and the fate of more and more people through these documents.

This feeling made Di Bei feel very happy, and thinking of his former self, he couldn't help but sneer.

Was something clouding his mind at that time?

He actually didn't want to inherit the family business and pretended to be a goddamn piano teacher!

Today, he finally understands that the biggest role of being a piano teacher is to let him meet Bai Shao, and the rest is nothing.

The tip of the pen drew the last stroke on the paper, and Di Bei completely drew a clear line with his past self in his heart.

When he raised his head, his slightly gloomy brows showed the look of a qualified businessman. He pushed the document aside and asked another matter: "Has the finance department approved the funds for yesterday's project?"

"Mr. Di, you personally explained it. Manager Wang of the Finance Department approved it this afternoon, and the funds have been transferred to the account of the Sales Department."

The secretary replied with a smile. While packing up the documents, he smiled and complimented: "Now everyone in the company regards you as the second in command of the company. Except for Mr. Di, you are the biggest. Who dares to hold up your project funds?" ?”

"Don't talk nonsense." Di Bei stopped him lightly, but he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

Yes, he is Di Jing's only biological son, and he controls the sales department. Who would dare to embarrass him?

However, thinking of Di Jing's suspicious character, Di Bei still gave the secretary a few extra reminders.

"It's okay if you say this in front of me. Don't talk nonsense outside."

"Don't worry, Manager Di, I know what's going on." The secretary responded respectfully, picked up the document and turned around to go out.

After the office door was closed, Di Bei turned on the computer and checked the sales department account.

The screen interface jumped a few times and the balance was quickly displayed.

Di Bei looked at the one million lying on the account, and most of the pride in his heart disappeared instantly.

He originally expected to apply for a fee of five million, but now it is only one million.

If you want to open up the market in the southwest, what can you do with one million? It’s not even enough to treat the local dealer to a few meals.

But he knew in his heart that the Finance Department was not to blame.

The company stipulates that project funds exceeding one million must be signed by Di Jing personally before allotment can be made.

The reason why the Finance Department readily gave him one million was because he was Di Jing's biological son.

Thinking of this, the complacency just now turned into irritability.

No matter how much those people supported him, they still had to listen to Di Jing. After all, the actual power of the company was still in Di Jing's hands.

It would be great if he could get the power of the company earlier.

Di Bei stared at the computer with dark eyes. After a long time, he picked up the phone and called his secretary.

"Come to my office."

"Yes."

The secretary came in quickly and listened respectfully to his instructions.

Di Bei lowered his voice slightly: "Has the soup for Mr. Di been delivered today?"

The secretary shook his head quickly: "It's not lunch time yet, and the restaurant hasn't delivered it yet."

Manager Di is very filial to Mr. Di and personally instructs the restaurant to deliver various tonic soups to Mr. Di every day. She has always been in charge of this matter.

Hearing what she said, Di Bei glanced at his watch, stood up and walked out: "Call the restaurant and ask them not to come to deliver it today. I will go and pick it up myself."

"Okay." The secretary agreed, feeling once again that Manager Di and Mr. Di really have a deep love for each other as father and son.

Thinking again about how harshly Mr. Di treated Manager Di in the past, the secretary sincerely thought that Manager Di was a good person.

He is filial and broad-minded.

If it were someone else's fault, even if father and son reconciled, it would be impossible for him to care much about his father who once suppressed him.

It seems that I am with Manager Di now, and when Manager Di actually takes over the company in the future, I will have a bright future.

The secretary made some calculations in his mind and became more determined to follow Di Bei.

Dibei roughly knows the psychological activities of his secretary, and he is happy to create this kind of atmosphere in the company.

When everyone thinks he is a perfect and good son, what Di Jing thinks will not be that important.

He walked out of the company, raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight in front of his eyes, and drove to the private restaurant where he ordered nutritious soup. (End of chapter)