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

Mr. Song is really sad.

When he was young, he was extremely powerful and unscrupulous.

Today, the Song family also owns half of the Haicheng business empire.

But the Song family, like the Zhan family, is very thin. For more than 20 years, only their grandfather and grandson have been dependent on each other.

He later curbed his sharpness and retired in a low-key manner, perhaps because he wanted to leave a way out for his grandson.

Because he knew that once he was gone, Song Jing would be the only one left in the world to support the Song family.

No matter how big the Song family's business territory is, no matter how outstanding the Song Dynasty is, there will always be times when it is difficult to survive alone.

The public opinion this time is fierce, and if you want to protect him from any pain, you are making an enemy of everyone.

Why waste so many favors and connections on a dying old man like him?

When Mr. Song thought of this, his heart ached beyond words.

Song Jing didn't care about this.

He lowered his head, and there was only guilt on his usually stern face.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I'm still too useless."

If he is strong enough, he can naturally protect grandpa.

It's a pity that no matter how hard he tried, he still made his grandfather suffer so much.

When Mr. Song saw this, the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

That’s all.

Now that the matter has come to this, any further talk will only make Sun Tzu feel uncomfortable.

Mr. Song sighed, lay back on the bed and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Song Jing didn't stay long. After making sure that the old man's mood was stable, he hurried back to the company.

This time public opinion is not just targeting Mr. Song.

The stock price of Song Group has also been affected by this wave of public opinion.

Although the Song Group has been standing in Haicheng for so many years, this storm will not shake its foundation, but it has also brought a lot of trouble to the company.

There are still countless things in the company waiting for him to deal with.

Song Jing was busy until late at night.

After Bai Shao came to the hospital to see Mr. Song, she returned home and waited until Song Jing got off work.

No one answered Song Jing's phone calls, which made her worried.

She finally called Song Jing's assistant.

"Where is Song Jing?"

"Mr. Song is in a meeting. There were problems with several partners today. Mr. Song has been busy all day and he hasn't had lunch yet."

The assistant kept trying to persuade Song Jing to rest, but he couldn't do anything. He was worried.

As soon as he received the call from Bai Shao, he quickly asked for help: "Mrs. Madam, please advise Mr. Song to eat and rest as soon as possible. Otherwise, if this continues, even a strong man will not be able to bear it!"

"Okay, I understand, I'll go there now."

Because she was worried about Song Jing, Bai Shao didn't eat dinner.

She hurriedly packed several lunch boxes with the meals prepared by the servants, and drove straight to the Song Group.

Normally at this time, half of the lights in the group building would have been turned off.

But it's almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and the group building is still brightly lit.

Bai Shao raised his head and looked at the brightly lit business empire in front of him. He didn't need to think about it to know how busy Song Jing had been these days.

It's a pity that she now has to worry about the piano store and Lin Jingqing and Mr. Song in the hospital, so she can't help Song Jing at all.

Bai Shao lowered her head and walked into the elevator, feeling depressed and uncomfortable.

When she walked into the president's office, Song Jing's meeting had not yet ended.

The assistant saw Bai Shao coming, and despite the risk of being scolded, he slipped into the conference room and quietly reported to Song Jing.

When Song Jing heard that Bai Shao was coming, he rubbed his brows and ended the meeting with a few words. He still had a lot of things to say, but it was rare for Xiao Shao to come to the company to pick her up from get off work, and he didn't want to let down her kindness.

The other executives in the meeting also breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed up their things, and trotted away.

I was afraid that if I was one step late, Song Jing, a workaholic, would be caught back to work overtime again.

The originally brightly lit group building quickly dimmed, leaving only the lights on the floor of the president's office still on.

Bai Shao looked at Song Jing carefully while watching him eat.

Song Jing has not had a good night's sleep or a safe meal these days.

His handsome face was full of fatigue and haggard, the stubble on his chin appeared, and his eyes were also layered with red bloodshot eyes.

The noble young master who used to be dignified and relaxed in everything he did was now devouring his meal, and he still had the same elegant posture as before.

Bai Shao felt a sharp pain in his heart.

After Song Jing finished eating, she took his hand and said, "Honey, today's overtime work ends here. Can you go home with me first?"

"I..." Song Jing glanced at his desk. There was a pile of reports waiting for him to review.

Next to the report, there are about a dozen documents waiting for his signature.

In the end, Song Jing could only hug Bai Shao, kiss her forehead, and coax her in a low voice.

"Honey, you go home and rest first. I will sleep in the office tonight. I will fly to Kyoto at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning to meet an elder. I can't spend any more time on the road."

"But you, you are too tired like this..."

Bai Shao gently stroked Song Jing's eyebrows, her eye circles turned red instantly, and she almost couldn't help but shed tears.

Song Jing quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, wife, I blame me for being too busy during this period and I don't have time to accompany you. Don't be sad, I will only be busy for this period of time. When grandpa's affairs are settled, I will go home to accompany you every day. ,OK?"

"I don't blame you for not staying with me, I'm worried about you!"

Bai Shao endured it again and again, but couldn't help but shed tears: "You are so busy and you still refuse to take a good rest and eat well. If you continue like this, your body will collapse!"

"I know, I know you are worried about me. It's just that I was too busy today and occasionally forgot to eat. I promise you that I will eat on time and rest on time in the future. When I come back from Spring City this time, the matter will be almost solved. do not worry."

Song Jing coaxed Bai Shao gently, feeling distressed and guilty.

The Song family has been uneasy recently. He is busy with the company's affairs, and Bai Shao is worrying about the hospital.

It didn't matter whether he was tired or not, he was really afraid of tiring Bai Shao.

Song Jing hugged Bai Shao and coaxed her for a long time, then simply carried her into the bedroom attached to the president's office.

"We won't go back tonight. You sleep here first, and I'll come over to stay with you after I finish my work, okay?"

"okay."

This white peony root has no objection.

Grandpa and Lin Jingqing are both in the hospital, and Xiaotuanzi is with Sister An. It doesn't matter whether they go back tonight or not.

She will be keeping an eye on Song Jing here tonight and must let him rest early!

Song Jing silently comforted Bai Shao and waited for her to calm down before returning to his desk.

Bai Shao lay on the quilt and stared at Song Jing's figure quietly without blinking.

The two of them were like this, one in the bedroom and the other in the office, keeping each other company.

The lights in Song Jing's office stayed on until late at night, and Bai Shao also stayed with her until late at night, until she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up the next morning, Song Jing was already on the plane.

He only left her a handwritten note, telling her to take care of herself.

Bai Shao hugged the pillow that Song Jing had slept on last night, feeling empty for a while. It took a while before she got up to wash herself.

Before Song Jing left, he asked his secretary to take care of Bai Shao.

By the time Bai Shao finished cleaning herself up, the secretary had already delivered a steaming breakfast.

The aroma of breakfast was fragrant, but the white peony root had no appetite. I only felt a burning pain in my stomach. (End of chapter)