The wife is rebellious, and the boss surrenders obediently

Chapter 287 Only Listen to My Wife
Song Yizhuo looked at Qin Moli with a smile, "Look, my mother is really fair!"

"You, stop being jealous here. Does Mr. Jiang's love for you need to be measured with words?" Qin Moli shook his head helplessly.

Jiang Hua's eyes turned red. It would be great if a mother's love for her child could be expressed silently.

"You are right!" Song Yizhuo poured her a glass of wine.

Qin Moli couldn't stop his "enthusiasm" and could only let him show his courtesy.

However, the interaction between the two could naturally not be hidden from Song Zhenhua's sharp eyes.

Even if he used Qin Moli to "invite" Song Yizhuo back home, he had no intention of accepting Qin Moli as the granddaughter-in-law of the Song family.

But he is an old fox and he is not in a hurry.

As long as Song Yizhuo is willing to return to the Song family, everything will be fine.

What's more, Qin Moli is a very opinionated woman, and her mind is not on Song Yizhuo at all.

Song Zhenhua did not mention his relationship, but mentioned work matters. "I heard that Qin Yatou's investment bank took over Zhongtian Pictures' IPO project?"

"Yes, it is being prepared now." Qin Moli nodded.

"If you need anything, just ask grandpa." Song Zhenhua said kindly, "Jianian is not cut out for business, so I won't force him. I heard that his film company will also give him shares and let him be the boss. If it can go public, it will be a good thing."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Qin Moli responded politely.

Seeing that Song Yizhuo had not responded, Song Zhenhua asked, "Yizhuo, what do you think?"

"I don't have any opinion. It's not up to me to decide whether to go public or not. It still needs approval from the securities department." Song Yizhuo responded indifferently.

"That's right." Song Zhenhua didn't go into the topic any further. "You young people, eat more. I'm old and can't eat anymore!"

"Dad, are you tired?" Jiang Hua looked at him, "Do you want to go and rest first?"

"I can still hold on. I'm happy that Mo Li and Yi Zhuo are back." Song Zhenhua said with a smile, "Days like this feel like I'm in a dream."

Qin Moli ate crabs in silence. She knew that Song Zhenhua didn't need her to speak to him. He wanted Song Yizhuo to express his opinion.

But Song Yizhuo was a shrewd man and said nothing.

After dinner, Jiang Hua asked the two of them to drink tea, and she pushed Song Zhenhua's wheelchair back to his room to take medicine and rest.

"Dad, how do you feel?" Jiang Hua handed him some water.

"Very good." Song Zhenhua said, "Yizhuo is the successor of the Song family that I am most optimistic about. He is more mature and stable than before."

"He also listens to Mo Li now." Jiang Hua was also reminding him not to offend Qin Mo Li again.

In the living room, Qin Moli held the teacup, took a sip, and then checked the messages on his mobile phone.

Bethle sent some pictures of Xiao Digua playing, and Qin Moli admired them frame by frame.

Song Yizhuo also came over to look, "Have you noticed that he looks more and more like me?"

Qin Moli glanced at him and said, "It doesn't matter if he looks like someone else."

"You..." Song Yizhuo was so angry that he laughed, "Let's go and pick up our son together!"

Qin Moli didn't want to stay any longer, so when she reached the downstairs of Fourth Uncle Song's house, she couldn't help but stop.

This was where she lived during her childhood and adolescence, but now it is deserted.

"Do you think Fourth Uncle really died of illness?" Qin Moli sighed softly.

"Why do I feel that what you said is quite interesting?" Song Yizhuo lowered his head to look at her. "I was inspired by my father's incident." Qin Moli replied, "You also know that my father's death was ultimately a conspiracy."

Song Yizhuo thought thoughtfully: "Who would plot against my fourth uncle?"

"I'm just talking, you don't have to take it to heart." Qin Moli looked at the small building, "It's a pity that Fourth Uncle left early, otherwise he would have seen the prosperity today."

Song Zhongxing had been in poor health since childhood. The doctor said that he would have difficulty living to the age of 20, and he had no intention of getting married and having children.

Later, Xin Qiu introduced him to Yang Shuixiang. He saw that she was beautiful and had nowhere to go with a daughter, so he thought they were both pitiful people, so he let her marry into the Song family with her daughter.

Unfortunately, he left this world very soon.

"Do you want to go up and sit for a while?" Song Yizhuo asked her, "Little Sweet Potato sleeps late, so it's okay for us to go over later."

"Go ahead." Qin Moli nodded.

The entire layout and structure are still the same as before.

But, people can no longer go back.

Qin Moli sat by the window, looking at the hazy night outside.

Song Yizhuo was smoking on the balcony, looking at the stars under the starlight.

A phone call broke the silence. Qin Moli saw that it was a call from work, so he picked up the phone.

Lu Qing, the vice president of Zhongtian Pictures, called and said, "Boss Qin, are you free? We have something to talk about."

"Okay, where shall we chat?" Qin Moli was very straightforward.

She stood up and prepared to go out.

"You can go anywhere conveniently." Lu Qing said.

"Let's go to your company and talk." After Qin Moli hung up the phone, Song Yizhuo also came over from the balcony.

The two went to the Zhongtian Pictures office together. When they walked in, unexpectedly, Song Jianian was there too.

Lu Qing stood up and said, "We all know each other, so we won't introduce them. Tonight, the chairman of the Song Group called us and said that he would inject capital so that our film company can be successfully listed. I couldn't believe it, so I hurriedly asked Jianian."

Song Jianian was also very happy. "I asked Grandpa, it is indeed true. Mo Li, in this way, does our film company have a better chance of success in going public?"

"Of course." What Qin Moli didn't expect was that just after they finished their meal with Song Zhenhua, he invested in Zhongtian Pictures.

What does Song Zhenhua mean?
Did he give her performance?

Or does he want to compensate Song Jianian?

Or should Song Yizhuo return to the Song family as soon as possible to support the Song Group's business?

"So what should we do next?" Lu Qing asked happily.

Qin Moli thought for a moment and said, "Boss Lu, investment is of course a good thing. The focus of the film industry is still on the display of results. What is the positioning and direction of a good creative team and a good film and television drama? If a single approach is unreliable, we can diversify and strive for full success."

Song Yizhuo added: "It will take time to develop your own original team. If you spend a lot of money to poach other people's teams, pay attention to the time issue and don't get involved in lawsuits. In addition, you can co-produce variety shows with TV stations, which will be effective quickly and in a short time."

"Thank you both, we'll take note of it." Lu Qing nodded, "Jianian, do you have any other questions?"

"I'm not good at business either." Song Jianian smiled, "Mo Li, Yi Zhuo, we're relying on you. It's getting late, why don't we have a midnight snack together!"

Lu Qing immediately said, "I know a private Sichuan restaurant. You two must come and visit. Apart from food, everything else in life is trivial!"

Qin Moli was about to refuse, but when he heard about the Sichuan restaurant, he perked up, "Let's go! What are you waiting for? Only after we fill our stomachs can we continue the revolution."