Daddy, Pursue Mommy Quickly

Sang Shijun suddenly clenched his fist.

After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "then find out the evidence!"

For the next two days, sang Shijun was very busy.

It's about looking for evidence, but since the other party has already taken the lead, how can it be so easy for blue whale technology to grasp the handle?

During his two days in blue whale technology, sang spent most of his time in meetings.

At the meeting, the atmosphere was heavy.

However, some people think that since the other party has already put the game on various application platforms, whether blue whale technology wins the lawsuit or not, it can no longer take out its own game, and can only learn from it.

sang Shijun is inclined to find evidence.

How can he be content to eat Coptis in silence after being played with?

He had to send those men to prison with his own hands!

But another part of the voice is not wrong, can no longer invest time and money in the new game, so as to stop loss in time.

After a whole day's meeting, sang Shijun felt a little tired.

After rubbing his eyebrows, he raised his wrist and looked at the quartz watch.

It's six o'clock.

At this point, Xia Bing has already arrived at his home.

After a day's tiredness, sang Shijun suddenly felt energetic and energetic.

He got up, picked up his coat and went out.

The general manager saw that, some doubts and anxieties: "Mr. sang, a meeting in a moment..."

"After the meeting, send me the minutes of the meeting."

As soon as the words were finished, the man disappeared.

The general manager was staring at sang Shijun's leaving.

How could Mr. sang, a workaholic, leave his job to do something else at such a critical juncture?

Is this Mr. sang he knows?

Sang Shijun drove home at a high speed. He thought he would open the door and meet the usual warm and harmonious picture. But to his surprise, the living room was surprisingly quiet!

After searching the living room for a long time, he found the figure of Sang Yuxin.

He lay on his side on the couch beside the French window, staring at the sunset out of the window.

The afterglow shone on his cold face, warm yellow, but did not warm his mood.

Next to him, there are scattered paper, Sketchpad and brush. On the paper, there are graffiti. We can see that the painter was once impatient.

"What's going on?" Sang Shijun went over and picked up the painting paper and sorted it out. "Where's your aunt Xia?"

Sang Yu letter head also did not return, still look out of the window coldly, voice is also cold light: "I let aunt Xia not come."

"No more?" Sang Shijun was surprised.

What's the situation?

OK, how did you suddenly get separated?

"what's going on? Talk to Dad." Sang Shijun comes to Sang Yuxin with a serious expression.

If there is a reason, there must be a demon.

This kid, there must be something hidden.

Seeing his father's questioning, sang Yuxin waved his hand impatiently, and his voice was dim: "nothing. I just don't want her to teach me again. It's boring."

"No fun?" Sang Shijun sneered, "who was in such a hurry before that he still resolutely refused to let your father interfere, and he had to deal with it by himself? How long did it take to lose interest? "

"You mind me?" Sang Yuxin hummed, "I'm just three minutes. What's the heat? I don't like aunt Xia any more. It's just a mother. I can find one on the street. I'm not rare at all... "

Sang Shijun listened, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Sang Yuxin, how choked?