Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 342 Who is the catfish?

"Nothing else, I'm leaving first." Leaving this sentence behind, Jiang Shuokai strode away.

The smile on Miao Miao's face gradually condensed, and she turned to look at Shen Yu: "Secretly, there must be something wrong with this person!"

"That's none of our business..." Shen Yu looked at the direction where the man's back disappeared, and whispered softly: "At least, it has nothing to do with us for the time being."

"Temporarily?" Miao Miao frowned.

"Recently, how is Hangya?" Shen Yu asked suddenly.

Miao Miao was slightly taken aback, this topic... Did it go too fast?

"I contacted Sister Cai yesterday. She said that all departments of the company are almost full of manpower. She personally checks the interviews. The recruits are all young people, and a strict assessment system has been established. In addition, Chen Mo also attended the interview last week. Report to the company."

Shen Yu looked straight ahead, "What kind of person do you think Chen Mo is?"

Miao Miao was slightly surprised: "Which aspect are you referring to?"

"Character, ability, and conduct in the world."

"Chen Mo...how should I put it?" Miao Miao pondered for a moment, "He is a student of advertising shooting and production, and has strong professional ability. There is no doubt about it. From professional knowledge to innovation ability, looking at the entire industry, he is well-known. On 'the best.' But as a human being..."

"how?"

"He has vision and is also very shrewd. He judges the situation and knows how to extract favorable information in the worst situation, so as to make the most correct choice."

Shen Yu raised her eyebrows, "How did you see that?"

"When Hangya was still Mingya and belonged to Mingda Group, you fired a group of people because of your lateness, and you were expelled directly. Later, you saw from the surveillance that Chen Mo had a brief exchange with one of them."

Shen Yu nodded, she was the one who asked Cai Yun to check the monitoring.

It was also because of that incident that Chen Mo left a deep impression on Shen Yu's mind.

Not for anything else, but for this shrewdness in judging the situation and the keenness of hearing the wind.

Miao Miao: "Thinking about it now, he might have already guessed something at that time, otherwise, he would not have the courage to stay where he is after Minya was acquired and wait foolishly, not to seek a bright future." After all, with his Professional level and business level, it is easy to find a next home that is far better than Minya.

Shen Hou smiled and glanced at Miao Miao.

"Well...why are you looking at me like that?" I'm so flustered, is it swollen?

"Since you can see Chen Mo's ulterior motives, it means that here—" She falsely tapped the position of Miao Miao's heart twice, "There are no less twists and turns than the other party."

Miao Miao was startled, panic flashed in her eyes, "Boss Shen..."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not the emperor, and I don't like the 'unpredictable holy will' set, you and Chen Mo can guess what I'm thinking, that's your ability, and it's also the reliance of you in the workplace."

Miao Miao pursed her lips, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous——

Chen Mo thought that she was smarter than the other employees of Mingya, and she thought she was smarter than Chen Mo, but in the end, their every move was under the watchful eye of Shen Yu.

If you don't tell the truth, this is the real smart person!

Shen Wei raised his jaw slightly, "Continue."

Uh……

continue what?
Miao Miao was stunned for two seconds before she realized that what she said "continue" was to continue talking about what kind of person Chen Mo was.

"Chen Mo... he is shrewd, but he always feels a bit less courageous and indecisive when he speaks and does things."

This can be seen from the fact that he brought Wei Wanyang to Shen Yu without permission.

Miao Miao: "No matter what kind of relationship that Miss Wei has with him, and what Chen Mo thinks about her, a person who can't resist soft words and doesn't know how to refuse will easily be led by the other party in the negotiation field. nose go."

This is also what Shen Hou is most dissatisfied with Chen Mo.

Shopping malls are like battlefields. If the generals can't kill decisively, how can they lead the soldiers to attack the city?
A raging soldier, and a raging nest.

"Actually," Miao Miao's eyes flickered, "I don't think Chen Mo can secure the position of CEO of Hangya."

Anyway, Shen Wei has already figured out her bottom line, so Miao Miao simply stopped hiding and speculating about the holy will?Then guess it!
Are dead pigs still afraid of boiling water?

There is not much difference between a broken can and a double drop.

Shen Yu gave her a funny look, her clear and clear eyes seemed to penetrate everything and knew everything well.

"Aren't you afraid that Chen Mo will listen to these words and never end with you?"

"Heh! He can't sit on the throne by himself, and why people say he has a small butt?"

"..."

Shen Wei was thoughtful.

Miao Miao carefully observed her face: "It seems that Mr. Shen has figured out a solution?"

"You want to be the roundworm in my stomach?"

"Hey, if I can."

"...Don't be poor." Shen Yu smiled, and suddenly said seriously: "Have you heard of the 'catfish effect'?"

While the catfish disturbed the living environment of the small fish, it also activated the survival ability of the small fish.

Miao Miao was startled: "You mean..."

Shen Yu didn't respond, but stepped forward.

"Hey, wait for me, I haven't finished asking..." He said, trotting to keep up.

If Chen Mo is a "little fish", then who is Mr. Shen planning to make this ferocious "catfish"?
In any case, Chen Mo's life in the future should not be too easy.

Hehe...

MT Finance, Office of the President.

knock knock --

There was a slightly hasty knock on the door, and Song Qian couldn't help frowning, and apologized to the other end of the video, "...Mr. Xu, I'm really sorry. Let's make an appointment later...Okay, goodbye."

The video was interrupted, the man took off the earphones, threw them on the desk with a bang, and said coldly, "Come in."

"President Song..."

It's Tian Hui.

Song Qian's eyes tightened, and he stood up quickly, "What happened?"

Before that, he had told Tian Hui that he was going to have a very important video conference, and he couldn't be disturbed unless there were special circumstances.

Now, Tian Hui hastily knocked on the door, it can be seen that... things are not optimistic.

"Just now the kindergarten teacher called to say that Xiaole had a fever again, and she was vomiting and diarrhea. They called an ambulance, and it's time to go to the hospital by now."

"Which hospital?" Song Qian put on his coat and strode out.

Tian Hui followed closely behind: "City Children's Hospital."

……

"Father Xiaole, you are finally here!" The homeroom teacher turned around in a hurry, seeing Song Qian as if seeing a savior, and rushed to meet him.

"Teacher, what's the situation with Xiaole now?" He raised his eyes and looked around, "Where's the person?"

"The doctor said it was acute appendicitis. Hurry up and sign it, and do it after signing it! The child is already convulsed with pain, it's really a pain..." Before he finished speaking, his voice became choked with sobs.

The teacher turned his back and wiped the corners of his eyes.

The operation was still going on, and Song Qian had gradually calmed down from the initial panic.

He asked the teacher to leave, and he stayed outside the operating room to wait.

"You go back too."

Tian Hui was taken aback: "Can you do it alone?"

"There is a caretaker."

"Then... shall I go first?"

Song Qian nodded.

Tian Hui sighed, turned and left.

Poor parents in the world...

Another half an hour passed, and the corridors of the hospital were brightly lit, but still terribly deserted and quiet.

Suddenly, the red indicator light "in operation" went out.

The door of the operating room was opened from the inside, and two nurses came out pushing the hospital bed. Wei Xiaole was lying on a snow-white coat, with his eyes closed and his face pale.

Song Qian just glanced at it, and his heart felt tight.

"Doctor, how is my son?"

"Minor surgery, he's fine. But he still has a fever, you parents should take good care of him."

"Thank you, I will pay attention."

……

When Wei Wanyang came to find him, Song Qian was sitting on the bench in the corridor, leaning his head against the wall, his clothes, which were used to being meticulous, were also very messy.

There was a haggard look like dead ashes.

"Where's Xiaole?"

She was answered by a long silence.

The woman looked anxious, "Song Qian, didn't you hear me when you asked me?! Where's my son?"

The man raised his eyes coldly: "So you still know that Xiaole is your son?"

His cold eyes scanned her from head to toe, and a sneer gradually hung on his lips, "Which meal did this come from? Didn't it stop you from selling your smile or meat?"

"Song Qian, I don't want to quarrel with you. Xiao Le is sick, and I want to take care of him!"

"Why did you go so early? Where were you when the child was lying on the operating table in pain and twitching all over? Why bother to pretend to be a loving mother now?"

Wei Wanyang's eyes were flushed with anger, but she still suppressed her temper and took a deep breath: "Say it again, I want to see Xiaole! Immediately! Immediately!"

The man was unmoved, and said forcefully: "Don't expect to see Xiaole again, I don't want to do anything to you in the hospital, if you are sensible, just leave and go back to accompany your benefactors and benefactors, you are not needed here!"

"Song Qian, I want to see my son, why don't you allow it?!"

"Just because I am Xiaole's legal guardian, and you are not even a competent mother, what qualifications do you have to see him?"

"Don't deceive people too much!"

Song Qian sneered, "So what if I bully you?"

"Is it over?" The nurse on duty came over with a bad tone: "Go home and talk about the matter of the two of you, this is the hospital!"

"Come here—" Song Qian grabbed the woman's slender wrist and pulled her away without any explanation.

The two came to a secluded corner, Wei Wanyang: "What are you doing?! Let go—"

The man withdrew his hand abruptly, and the woman lost her balance and fell to the ground. The black stockings were scratched and cracked, slipping from the root of the thigh to the bend of the knee, embarrassed and fragile.

Song Qian looked away: "You are not worthy of being a mother at all." After speaking, he turned and left.

……

At six o'clock in the morning, it was still daylight.

"Water...I want to drink water..."

Song Qian woke up suddenly, raised his head and met a pair of aggrieved eyes.

The little boy pursed his lips. It was this person who refused to let him live with his mother and didn't want to talk to him, but...

The little brow furrowed for a moment.

What if he is thirsty and wants to drink water?
"Are you awake? Does your stomach still hurt?" Song Qian pretended not to see the dislike towards him on the little guy's face, and reached out to check the temperature on his forehead.

"...It hurts." As soon as he opened his mouth, he started to cry, feeling extremely wronged.

No matter how precocious, he was only a five-year-old child.

"It hurts to death. I thought I was going to go up and never come back." The little head looked up at the ceiling with a look of awe and mystery.

Song Qian frowned: "Who taught you?"

A topic like death is too heavy for a child of his age to talk about.

Wei Xiaole's eyes showed disgust: "Is there still a need to teach this? Isn't it always acted like this in TV dramas?"

Song Qian: "..."

"Um...can you get me a glass of water? I'm thirsty."

"That? Which one? You've been so ill that you can't bark anymore?"

"Whether you give love or not, don't give it up!" After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes angrily.

Song Qian got up and stood by the bed, looked down for a long while, "You brat has quite a temper..."

Wei Xiaole just didn't open it.

Song Qian didn't speak either.

The father and son stalemate for ten minutes, and finally the little boy couldn't help crying: "I want to drink water! You scoundrel!"

Song Qian couldn't laugh or cry: "It's almost done, don't howl! The doctor said that you can't drink water before you pass out, you should calm down, the more you cry, the drier your throat will be."

……

At ten o'clock in the morning, Song Qian had to leave the hospital and go back to the company to continue the unfinished video conference yesterday.

Before leaving, I called the nurse: "Take care of my son, and don't allow other people to enter this ward, do you understand?"

"Understood, don't worry."

As soon as Song Qian left, the woman who had been guarding the hospital door all night sneaked into the ward.

"Are you?" The nurse frowned, slightly defensive.

Wei Wanyang: "I am the child's mother, here to bring him breakfast."

The nurse's eyes were even more puzzled: "You, bring breakfast?" His tone was strange and tight.

"Yes." Wei Wanyang was calm and composed, she couldn't handle Song Qian, couldn't she handle a middle-aged aunt?

But the truth is, she really can't handle it.

"Miss, I'm afraid you went to the wrong room. The child inside has just had an appendicitis operation, let alone eat, even drink water. Also, it's already 10:30, and it's time for lunch in an hour Now, it's a little inappropriate for you to deliver breakfast now?"

The woman's smile froze.

"Before Mr. Song left, he said that no one is allowed to come and see the child. You... you better leave quickly."

How can a middle-aged woman fail to see the similarities between the child inside and the woman in front of her eyes?
So what if you can see it?
She charged twice as much as other people's care fees, so she had to do things according to their requirements.

Wei Wanyang's eyes were full of confusion, didn't he say he had a fever?Why became appendicitis?

It wasn't until this time that she realized how incompetent she was as a mother.

Song Qian was right, she is not worthy...

"Miss, in fact, the child is fine, and the doctor said that he is recovering very well. You should go back and freshen up, and then communicate with the child's father. After all, you are the child's mother..."

Wei Wanyang left the hospital in a daze.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes filled with a blankness that had never been seen before.

Just then, her cell phone rang——

"Hey……"

"Sister Wanyang, it's me, KK. I just received news that Feiyang's largest shareholder, Song Rin, passed away in an accident not long ago. His shares will be notarized by the notary office and will be left to his family as inheritance. I checked, and most of these shares will be transferred. In the hands of Song Qian..."

"Who are you talking about?!" With a shudder, she suddenly woke up.

"Song Gan, the current president of MT, Song Rin's brother. Sister Wanyang? Sister Wanyang? Are you still listening? Hey..."

Wei Xiaole stayed in the hospital for two days, and then returned to the villa to recuperate.

Xu Shi suffered from a serious illness, and his energy and spirit have not yet recovered. During this period of time, he is particularly well-behaved.

When he was mischievous, Song Qian would always be so angry that he was half dead, but now that he stopped making troubles and dancing, the father began to feel distressed again.

"what do you want?"

"Huh?" The young boy looked at him suspiciously.

Song Qian picked up the toy at his feet and handed it over, "You have been very obedient during this time, as a reward, Dad will buy you whatever you want."

"Anything is fine?"

"You talk about it first."

"I want mother..."

The man's face suddenly sank: "Except for this."

"I don't want anything else."

Song Qian couldn't help having a headache, took a deep breath, hugged him to sit on his lap, and said patiently: "What do you think Wei Wanyang is good for? She is so busy that she doesn't even have time to take care of you, and she often gets drunk. She There is no way to give you a warm home..."

"Nonsense!" The little boy blushed with anger, "That's not the case! My mother is very busy because she has to earn money to support me. Tuition fees, living expenses, cram schools, summer camps, and summer trips abroad, as well as buying toys, all have to be paid for." I need money. As long as my mother is free, she will cook a lot of dishes and snacks that I like to eat, and let me share them with my classmates. Everyone knows that my mother is very good, and she is the best and best person in the world!"

"She can cook?" Song Qian raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah," the little boy nodded with pride, "and it's really delicious!"

"Really..." the man whispered.

When he knew Wei Wanyang, the smelly girl would smash the pots and pans if she moved them, and set the kitchen on fire as soon as she turned on the fire.

I haven't seen you for five years, but I've grown a lot!
"Dad, shall we invite Mom to have dinner together? She likes the steak at the western restaurant in Forest Square the most."

Song Gan paused, "Forest Square?"

"Yes! It's the one with a huge robot cat at the door."

The man's face became more and more weird.

"Is it okay? Is it okay?"

"Tsk, Wei Xiaole, stop making trouble!"

"I want to eat steak too, let's go together..."

Who said only girls can act like a baby?
This one is not far behind.

Song Qian was so annoyed by the little guy, and remembered that he was really a little emotional in the hospital that day. Looking back, Wei Wanyang was also worried about Xiaole, and it was actually nothing to look at...

"Okay! If you want to go, go!"

The young boy looked hopeful, and even threw aside the toys, eagerly looking at Song Qian with wet eyes: "Then can I ask my mother to go with us?"

"casual."

"Yeah! Then I'll call and tell her now!" Saying that, he happily ran back to the room.

etc--

"Wei Xiaole, where did you get your cell phone?!"

"..." It's over, I was so excited that I forgot about it.

studio.

"Sister Wanyang, another film and television company with a long-term cooperation called just now."

After experiencing countless times of accidents that were a hundred times worse than before, Wei Wanyang is now able to face it calmly, "Tell me, who was replaced this time?"

"It's... Qin Qin."

"okay, I get it."

"Sister Wanyang, why are you not in a hurry? During this period of time, the artists in our studio have been replaced by the film and television company, moved, moved, and the resources we have finally won are gone. It's really pissed off! If this continues, everyone will drink the northwest wind..."

"Is it urgent?" Wei Wanyang raised his eyes lightly.

It's not that she hasn't been in a hurry, and even thought of many extreme methods, but they are still useless, even if she vomits blood in a hurry, there will be no turning point.

So, she could only force herself to calm down.

"You go out first, I know what to do."

"I knew that, Miss Wanyang, you must have a solution! You have survived so many storms and waves before, and you will definitely be safe this time."

Wei Wanyang smiled, only she knew how bitter it was.

"You go out and tell KK by the way, I have something to ask her."

Two minutes later, "Miss Wanyang, are you looking for me?"

"Before, you said that you had an appointment with Song Qian in the name of the studio?"

"Yes. But no one cares about me, so the secretary handles it."

Wei Wanyang frowned.

"Sister, have you thought of a way?"

"... want to listen to the truth?"

"Of course!"

"not at all."

"..."

Song Qian must see him, but Wei Wanyang was not sure about his attitude, fearing that seeing him would add fuel to the fire.

What's more, that person already knew that she bought Feiyang Entertainment to accumulate enough capital to take Xiaole back, so how could he agree to sell the shares to her?

Suddenly, the phone rang.

She picked it up casually: "Hi, I'm Wei Wan..."

"mom!"

"Xiaole?! Are you alright? Are you still in pain? Sorry, mom couldn't visit you."

Before he finished speaking, his voice was choked with sobs.

"It's all good, it doesn't hurt at all. I know, you have to make money to support me, and you are usually very busy. Xiaole is not afraid of being alone in the hospital."

Wei Wanyang gritted her teeth, her heart softened into cotton candy, sweet to bitter.

"Mom, let's have dinner together tonight, shall we? Go to your favorite western restaurant in Linlin Square."

"Okay, then I'll pick you up in a car later."

"No, Dad and I will go there first, and you can drive over."

"Song Qian is also together?!"

"Yes! You must come!"

The woman's eyes were dim, and she suddenly smiled, "Okay."

There is always a way out……

It's night, Sim Lim Square, McCoy's Restaurant.

"Mom—we are here!" The little boy stood on the stool, waving his little arms, his eyes bright and startling.

Song Qian saw his son's excitement in his eyes, and there was a flash of emotion on his face, and his brows turned back into a frown in an instant, and a faint sigh escaped from his lips.

When he turned to look at Wei Wanyang, his expression had returned to calm.

It seems that the thought that flashed at that moment and those tangled entanglements that are constantly being cut and messed up have never appeared.

Although the current relationship between the two is not suitable for sitting down to eat, Song Qian still played a gentlemanly role and opened the seat for her.

The women seemed to come after being well groomed.

She wore a little black dress with slanted shoulders, revealing her snow-white shoulders and two delicate collarbones. Her long hair was pulled up and loosely fixed behind her head, leaving a few strands of hair hanging casually by her ears, adding to her lazy style.

The red lips are like fire, tactful and coquettish.

Between a girl and a young woman, it has both a pure charm and a mature charm.

The beauty is different and eye-catching.

The eyes of the men around were vaguely drifting in this direction, Song Qian frowned subconsciously, until Wei Xiaole called out "Mom", the fiery look suddenly disappeared.

For the first time, Song Qian felt that the brat didn't seem so bad.

"Thank you." After Wei Wanyang sat down, she glanced back at him and smiled lightly.

The man looked away, and said in a cold voice, "You're welcome."

The dishes were ordered in advance and delivered to the table quickly.

"Three, please use it slowly."

Wei Wanyang cut up his share of steak, evenly and neatly, and then gave it to Wei Xiaole, who accepted it calmly, obviously mother and son usually do this.

Seeing this, Song Qian couldn't help frowning: "He's already five years old, he can cut it himself."

The little boy immediately said, "I won't!"

"Then learn."

As he spoke, he looked at Wei Wanyang disapprovingly: "You are too used to him."

This time, the woman miraculously did not refute, but chose to remain silent.

Song Qian gave her a strange look.

Ever since the two reunited and went through another battle for a child, Wei Wanyang, a woman, has never stopped, but today she is very well-behaved!
"Mom's cuts look better."

Song Qian: "Cut it yourself!" Saying that, he put Wei Wanyang's sliced ​​portion in front of him.

The woman has a meal.

The young boy was dumbfounded, "You, how could you do this?!"

"why not?"

"My mother cut it for me! Would you cut it yourself if you wanted to eat it?"

"Well, that's a decent sentence," Song Qian nodded, and returned it to him unchanged, "Can't you cut it yourself if you want to eat it?"

Wei Xiaole: "..." Oh my god!I'm so mad, little friend!
In the end, out of revenge, the little guy begged for fairness angrily: "Then you cut it yourself!"

Song Qian: "Okay."

After saying that, he returned the steak that had been cut in front of him to Wei Wanyang.

Going around in a big circle, and finally returned to the original position.

The little boy slashes the plate, badass!Bastard!
Song Qian ate his own food, turning a blind eye to a little bun who had deep resentment.

After a while, Wei Xiaole himself felt bored, and began to cut the steak obediently.

Song Qian glanced at it: "So you still know how to cut."

Little boy: "..."

Overall, the meal was quite pleasant, and it was also the first time Song Qian and Wei Wanyang lived together peacefully after five years.

"I'm going to see the fountain!" The young boy, who was full of food and drink, couldn't run out of energy, and was about to jump out with each hand.

Wei Wanyang: "Slow down..."

Song Qian: "You brat, try jumping up and down again? Walk well!"

In the square, it was very lively.

Seeing other children shuttle between the fountains, Wei Xiaole was eager to try.

The mother disagreed: "Don't go, it's easy to catch a cold if the clothes are wet."

The father didn't take it seriously: "A man has to look like a man, what are you afraid of? Just go if you want to play."

Wei Wanyang frowned slightly, but finally said nothing.

Song Qian stood outside the fountain, separated from the young boy by a long distance, but his sight locked him firmly.

"Do you still remember that restaurant?" the woman asked suddenly.

Song Qian paused, but did not look back, "I remember."

"Five years ago, you brought me here."

"Wei Wanyang, what exactly do you want to say?" The man had a very weird feeling in his heart, and this feeling was not good, and it would even make him feel dangerous, so he could only cover it up with a cold expression and a hard tone .

Subconsciously, he didn't want Wei Wanyang to know about this abnormality.

There is no reason, it's all about intuition.

"Song Qian, have you...have you ever thought of me in the past five years?"　
"No."

"Oh, the outside world says you are a modest gentleman, gentle as jade, but in my opinion, your heart is harder than a stone!
"Why do you think I would miss a woman who betrayed me?"

"I can explain!"

"Explain what? Isn't it you who stole the reserve price of the bidding case?"

"..."

Song Qian sneered: "The surveillance captured it clearly. You stole the key while I was asleep, opened the safe, and checked the reserve price. What else is there to justify?"

"Would you like to hear why I did this?"

"Do not want to."

Wei Wanyang: "Do you still remember Wei Chong?"

Wei Chong?

Song Qian frowned, it sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"It seems that you don't remember."

"He is my father. After you forcibly acquired the hard-working investment company, he jumped from the top of the building and fell to a bloody mess."

Song Qian's pupils shrank: "So you are his daughter."

"Yes, I am her daughter, so I want to take revenge and let you taste the taste of failure."

"Stupid!" the man scolded coldly.

Wei Wanyang leaned forward and backward with laughter, tears burst into tears: "That's right, what you said is right, it's just that I can't get over my head and use such a naive and stupid way to take revenge." body...

Finally, there is Xiaole.

Song Qian: "Games in shopping malls are like competitions on the battlefield. Either you die or I die. Your father couldn't bear the consequences of failure and chose to commit suicide. In the final analysis, his cowardice killed himself."

Why doesn't Wei Wanyang understand this truth?

The father was cowardly and couldn't stand the blow of failure, but he betrayed his mother so heartlessly, causing her to die with hatred, and in the end he himself had a hard time dying.

Now she looks back at her former self, only to realize that she was so naive and stupid.

"Wei Wanyang, no matter what you think, I have a clear conscience."

"Why didn't you sue me? You obviously have evidence, as long as you show it, you can send me to jail."

Song Qian's eyes were dim, and to be honest, even he himself didn't know why he let this hateful woman go so easily, maybe..."Day" for a long time?

Heh, he curled his lips coldly, a self-deprecating look appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)