Mommy, don't run!

Three weeks later.

Song group, chairman's office.

The man in the black tailored suit sat in the office soft chair, the girl in the pink dress sat on the man's legs, her white hands covered her chest, and her face was uncomfortable.

The man's bony hand picked up the warm water cup and handed it to the girl, "drink some hot water."

"Well, No." Song Wanning leaned his face against Zhao Fang's shoulder and put his hand over his chest on Zhao Fang's other shoulder.

Zhao Fang put down the water cup and gently smoothed song Wanning's chest with his hand. "How do you want to vomit? Did you catch a cold?" It can't be pregnancy. Except for the first time, he takes safety measures every time.

At the same time, in the corridor outside the door, song Jiali was wearing a tight white skirt, wearing a piece of red fur on her shoulders, stepping on high-heeled shoes and holding a bag. Although she was wrapped in a famous brand, it was not suitable, and the whole person exuded a strong smell of Nouveau riche.

"Hello, Madam Chairman."

"Hello, Madam Chairman."

Employees greeted song Jiali one after another.

Although divorced, she is still the nominal wife of the chairman of the board of directors, enjoying the eyes of being sought after and admired by others. Song Jiali inflates herself with a sense of superiority. She even walks with her head held high and her chest held high, a posture that you can't stand up to her.

After Song Jiali left, all the employees gathered in twos and threes to whisper.

"A person who can dress this year's popular style as a nouveau riche has instantly lowered the expensive feeling of the whole brand. I won't buy this brand of clothes in the future."

Another female employee picked up the document and made a fan. "She was wearing a piece of fur in hot weather. She wasn't too hot. I panicked when I looked at it."

"Yes, I'm not afraid of prickly heat."

"Obviously it's a flowered shirt, thick gold chain and wallet in her arm. It's not easy for her to combine so many items."

"Cough -" the sudden cough scared the female employees back.

Looking at Huang Yuping's terrible facial features, everyone hurried back to their jobs.

You can't talk about people during the day and ghosts at night.

Zhang Hai came in from the outside and saw Huang Yuping standing there with a serious expression. He stepped forward quickly, "Mrs. song, why are you here?"

"Oh" when she saw Zhang Hai, Huang Yuping resumed her amiable smile. "I'll come with Jiali. You go and be busy. Leave me alone. I can take care of myself."

Is song Jiali here?

It's over. Song Wanning is in the office. I don't know what he and Zhao Dong are doing. In case song Jiali goes in and just sees

Zhang Hai beckoned, "you take Mrs. song to the lounge."

"Yes."

When Zhang Hai walked quickly to the chairman's office, song Jiali, standing outside the door, arranged her clothes by hand and pushed the door.

The words behind "Lao -" were all stuck in the throat because of the shocking pictures in front of him.

On Zhao Fang's lap sits a woman, and this woman is song Wanning!

Song Jiali's falling hand instantly clenched into a fist. I'm afraid anyone who sees this picture will have to think more!

Song Wanning looked back first. Zhao Fang looked down and saw song Jiali standing at the door.

Song Wanning's heart clicked and immediately pushed Zhao Fang to get up.

Zhao Fang's eyes remained calm and seemed to be ready for this day. Zhao Fang was very calm and released his hand around Song Wanning's waist.

"Aunt, why are you here?"

Why is she here?

If she doesn't come, she will miss the truth!

Song Wanning, you little bitch, dare to hook her husband!

Zhao Fang saw song Jiali gnashing her teeth and knew what song Jiali had guessed. Zhao Fang looked at Song Wanning, "Wanning, don't stand all the time if you're uncomfortable. Go to the sofa and have a rest."

"Yes." Brother Zhao's voice is very calm. Is brother Zhao going to have a showdown with his aunt for her?

Song Jiali secretly grits her teeth and stares at Song Wanning's back when she walks to the side. She wants to break song Wanning into pieces!

"Carrie, why are you here?" It seems that the gunpowder in Zhao Mingming will explode at any time, but there is no surprise in the air.

Song Jiali's heart was not big enough to allow Zhao Fang to have anything to do with song Wanning. Her step of lifting up again became heavy. She walked to her desk with her bag in her hands and looked at Zhao Fang. She carefully checked whether there was any evidence on Zhao Fang's neck that could prove that he had an ambiguous relationship with song Wanning.

Zhao Fang knows what song Jiali is looking at. He is not a hasty person, nor can he leave evidence on Song Wanning and himself waiting for song Jiali to grasp.

When she wanted to open her mouth to question Zhao Fang, she thought that she had divorced Zhao Fang. If she made Zhao Fang angry, she might be kicked out of the Song family at any time. For these honors and wealth, she couldn't be as capricious as before. She had to talk in her mouth, "husband, Wanning, she's so big, not a child. She's not feeling well in the future. Hold her like this, It's inevitable that others will think more. In case someone sees something big, it's bad for you. "

Song Jiali, how could she be more calm? If she had been in the past, she might have dragged song Wanning out of her anger at this time. Now she is calm and makes excuses for him?

Zhang Hai, who stopped at the door, secretly squeezed a sweat for Zhao Fang.

"I've been used to it for so many years. I haven't changed it for a while. Just pay attention in the future." Fortunately, song Wanning was not feeling well just now. Otherwise, he and song Wanning were making trouble in the office. In case song Jiali saw him, it would be a bad plan.

Without any evidence, song Jiali can only temporarily believe this reason for peace of mind.

"I have a meeting later. What can I do for you?" Zhao Fang pressed the landline hands-free, and there came the voice of the Secretary, "what can I do for you, chairman?"

"Pour Miss Song a cup of warm water and come in."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fang picked up the warm water on the table and drank a few mouthfuls. Seeing that song Jiali had not spoken, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "why, it's all right?"

"No, husband, I just went shopping with my mother and took a fancy to a bag. I don't have so much money. I think..."

At this time, Zhang Hai, who was standing at the door worried about Zhao Fang, was called in by Zhao Fang with a look in his eyes.

"Zhang Hai, give her a card."

"Yes."

Zhang Hai took out a card from his wallet and handed it to song Jiali. "This is the card that Zhao Dong opened for you. There are millions of pocket money in the card. This card can also overdraw unlimited consumption."

"Really?" Song Jiali didn't expect that Zhao Fang had prepared this for her. She was so happy that she bypassed her desk and walked to Zhao Fang and hugged Zhao Fang's arm. "Husband, you are so kind to me. It's my blessing to be with you for several years. I'll never make you angry again in the future. I'll be a good wife. Thank you for giving me a chance." When talking, she looked at Song Wanning lying on the sofa not far away. Although song Wanning closed her eyes as if she were asleep, song Jiali gave song Wanning a proud look.

"The password is your birthday. Buy whatever you like."

The Secretary poured water in and handed it in with both hands.

Song Jiali stretched out her hand to pick it up, and was interrupted by Zhang Hai's scolding. "She's deaf, isn't she? Zhao Dong said it was water for Miss Song."

"Yes, I'm sorry." The Secretary quickly turned to the sofa.

Seeing the water taken away, song Jiali was in a bad mood. The corner of her lips pulled down, but she was elated because of Zhang Hai's next sentence.

"Now the secretary is more and more blind. Let Miss Song pour water and bring it to the chairman's wife."

Song Jiali, who felt inexplicably better, laughed until her wrinkles came out.

Yes, she is the chairman's wife, not miss song. Song Wanning is Miss Song.

"Dong Zhao has a meeting to be held. I'll take you out." Zhang Haibi made a gesture of invitation.

Song Jiali turned and looked down at Zhao Fang, who was processing the documents. "Husband, go home early tonight. I'll make you an old fire soup to make up for your body."

"Yes."

Zhao Fang, who seemed so busy that he could only reply, put down the documents in her hand after Song Jiali left and patted her thigh, "come here, little darling."

With his eyes closed, song Wanning opened his eyes and puffed his cheeks like anger. After sitting on Zhao Fang's legs, he kept saying sour words, "who is your little darling? Just being so close to her, he opened a card for her, and I didn't see you open one for me."

Zhao Fang took song Wanning's face and kissed, "my little darling, I'm your man. All the money I earn is for you, so of course you have to use my card. Song Jiali uses her own card. Why can't you see the relationship?"

With such an explanation, song Wanning was so happy that he leaned against Zhao Fang's arms and acted like a spoiled child, "brother Zhao, I'm sorry people are jealous."

Zhao Fang's hand could touch song Wanning's back through the thin cloth, "is it better?"

Song Wanning raised his head and looked at Zhao Fang's hot eyes. In a second, he knew what Zhao Fang wanted to do. His fingers touched Zhao Fang's lips. "Aren't you going to the meeting?"

Zhao Fang bowed his head and kissed the tip of song Wanning's nose, "if you don't take her away, how can you accompany you?"

"No, what if someone comes in later." Office

Zhao Fang pursed his lips and handed his eyes to the bathroom in one direction.

Song Wanning's cheeks were red. He looked back at the door not far away. When he looked at Zhao Fang again, he felt that he had been picked up.

When song Jiali and Huang Yuping came out of the company, Huang Yuping saw that song Jiali had been absent-minded and touched song Jiali's arm with her hand, "Jiali, what are you staring at?"

"Mom, do you know what I just saw in Zhao Fang's office?"

"What?"

Song Jiali looked at the elevator door and leaned against Huang Yuping's ear. "Song Wanning sat on Zhao Fang's lap."

"What evidence have you got?"

"No."

"That's enough. Song Wanning was brought up by him. It's normal to have some contact occasionally. Don't think about it. Don't make it like the affair last time. In the end, you'll make a joke." It's not unreasonable for her to think so, "I tell you, since Song Wanning is in your brother's name and is your brother's nominal daughter, Zhao Fang doesn't dare to mess around. Even if he doesn't give us face, can he give your brother face?"

"Mom, when the will was divided before, didn't it say that Ziqian had an adopted son?"

"What do you want?"

"I think so. I'm really worried about song Wanning. It's better to drive song Wanning away and pick up the adopted son?"