CEO, Your Wife Is Back

But recently, since the arrival of Miss Xiwu, she finally saw the emotional and emotional fluctuations that normal people should have in him.

As if thinking of something, the little girl tooted her mouth, "well, will you say nothing again?"

Keen to catch the word, song qingran raised her eyebrows slightly, "again? When will I stop talking?"

The little girl pouted her mouth high and put her fingers around her stomach uneasily. "You said you would be good to others before, and then you starved them."

Song qingran frowned instead of picking, "aren't you starving yourself?"

It's hard for a man like him to argue with a child. If he had never paid any attention to it before, no one around him would dare to argue with him.

"Obviously, if you don't feed people, they can only be hungry." the more the little girl said, the more she was wronged. Her parents were so hungry for the first time and were injected. She can always remember this revenge.

Song qingran was speechless for the first time, and the other party was still a five-year-old child. He wanted to cool his face and teach her that she had to do her own things. However, looking at her pathetic appearance and the blood stain on her left face just rubbed with medicine, he couldn't say a word of reprimand.

Suddenly he understood a truth. There is no point arguing with children.

"Then you can't keep your word in the future." the little girl held on to this.

Song qingran was smart enough not to tangle with the word, but just slightly opened her head.

"Then you should be nice to me in the future." the little girl continued to ask.

Song qingran is still the head of Hubei and should inherit it.

The little girl smiled. Although the ointment on her face was a little ugly, her eyes were really beautiful when they were shining with joy.

"Then you will feed people in the future."

Finally, song qingran frowned, "do you want others to feed you when you grow up?"

Although Song Xi's fog is still small, she is really very smart. "Well, they will let others eat by themselves after eating. They won't feed their uncle before."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party's reaction, he hugged song qingran's arm and began to shake, "Okay, uncle, uncle, promise, promise, okay?"

A small man hung on him, soft and waxy, with big watery eyes and a small mouth. I believe no one can resist it.

Staring at her eyebrows, song qingran's eyes were deep and deep, and finally answered.

New York, USA.

Eight years ago, song qingran inherited Song Shi group. He became the chairman of Songshi group. Then he didn't stop, but went abroad to open branches in an attempt to internationalize the industry.

At Staten noble school in New York.

The professor on the stage was spitting about the course. Xiao Yuxin quietly pushed a pink letter to the girl next to him.

Feeling the commotion around him, song Xiwu saw the pink letter and the green fingers that hadn't been retracted in time.

After a rough calculation, this is probably the fifth one?

Unshakable, as like as two peas, the same color, even the pattern of the letter cover, is so similar that song can't help turning a blind eye. She whispered to her, "what's the advantage of taking the place?"

Xiao Yuxin laughed twice. Stretch out a finger, "a month's Restaurant brunch."

Song Xiwu snorted, "it's a big deal this time."

Xiao Yuxin continued to laugh, "that's that. I tell you, he's generous. It's said that his father is the president of Phil company. He's old and rich."

Song Xiwu didn't know what to say about her. "I said you, at least you are also the second miss of the Xiao family. It's just a month's brunch. As for you?"

Xiao Yuxin turned to read. Biting his pen, "what nonsense, the second miss of the Xiao family. Have you ever seen a miss like me? Why not? You can save me a lot of money."

Speaking of this, she laughed again, "little sunset, you are my God of wealth. With you, I don't have to go out to do part-time jobs. I earn more by helping people run a leg than by working."

Song Xi fog frowned and his voice cooled down. "Didn't they give you living expenses this month?"

Xiao Yuxin's side face makes people can't see her expression clearly, but her tone is extremely relaxed and meaningless. "I've been used to it for a long time. If I ask them whether they want it or not, it's just to see others' face. So I'd rather not."

Song Xiwu looked at her and finally sighed without saying anything.

She can't help her. After all, it's someone else's family business. She's an outsider. How can she intervene.

Shuimu spring city.

Late at night, the floor pendulum clock in the living room pointed to 10:30.

When Aunt Yang came out of the kitchen, she saw song Xiwu sitting on the table in the restaurant. Look straight at the French window, because the window is the door of the villa.

Aunt Yang looked at the clock and walked up with a sigh.

"Miss Xiwu, it's getting late. You have to go to school tomorrow. Don't wait any longer."

Song Xiwu didn't even turn his head. For fear of missing anything, "aunt Yang, go to bed first. I'll wait a minute."

"But it's very late now. I don't know when Mr. Yang will come back. I'm not sure if he won't come back too late at night." aunt Yang Wensheng advised.

"No, my uncle promised me that he would come back. He won't talk nonsense. I'll wait a little longer. I'll go to bed before my uncle comes back at 11 o'clock. Aunt Yang, go to bed first." Song Xiwu waved his hand and urged her impatiently.

"Sir, it would be painful to know that Miss Xiwu didn't sleep until so late," said Aunt Yang, but the other party didn't respond at all, as if she hadn't heard.

Knowing that she couldn't persuade her, she shook her head helplessly and left.

The night was deep and the moonlight was bright. Another hour passed. The clock quietly moved towards 11:30. The girl sitting by the French window just turned her head and looked. He continued to turn back and still stared at the big iron door.

At midnight, outside the villa, there were bursts of roaring car engines from far to near, but for a while, a steady sound of footsteps came from the door.

As soon as song qingran enters the door, she sees the girl lying on the table asleep. She pillows her arms and faces the door. Her face is beautiful and her facial features are exquisite, especially her eyebrows and eyes. When you sleep with your eyes closed, it's quiet and beautiful.

The moonlight sprinkled on her. The little girl who used to jump has grown into a big girl unconsciously.

When Aunt Yang heard the news coming out of the room, she saw their husband standing at the table, looking softly at the sleepy girl.

She walked gently, "sir..."

Song qingran slightly raised her hand to stop her words, raised her palm and fingers, and aunt Yang lowered her voice knowingly. "Miss Xiwu, she has to wait for you. I won't listen to any advice..."

The girl's temperament is useless. Aunt Yang just doesn't say it. Thinking of her stubbornness and waiting for him, song qingran's eyes flashed a smile.

"Shall I give Mr. Yang a bowl of noodles in chicken soup?" asked aunt Yang.

"No, go and cook a bowl of sober soup."

The man smelled of wine. Although he couldn't see whether he was drunk on the surface, since he said he wanted sobering soup, it showed that he had drunk a lot before.

"OK, I'll go now," said Aunt Yang, and went to the kitchen.

When she came to the kitchen, she looked back. She happened to see song qingran bend over and reach out to hold song Xiwu in her arms, gently and carefully.

On the second floor, in a warm room, song qingran walks into the room with song Xiwu and puts the sleeping person on the bed.

Staring at her sleeping eyes for three seconds, song qingran pulled back her arm and left, but she just moved. The man with closed eyes suddenly shook his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes.

Vaguely looking at the man who appeared on his head, the one she had seen for ten years, song Xiwu unconsciously raised his hand, and the soft and warm palm was close to his cheek, "Uncle... I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

The girl's voice is no longer tender, but it is still soft, waxy, sweet and greasy. With a little hoarseness after waking up, song qingran's eyes are a little deeper. "I'm sorry for the delay tonight. I'm late."