Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

When Ali returned to song's house, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

As soon as she entered the living room, she saw song Jingye sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper in his hand. Ah Li was stunned, and a pair of lacquered pupils shrank in an instant.

It seemed to hear footsteps. Song Jingye slowly put down his newspaper, then raised his head, a pair of calculating eyes and looked at the calm girl not far away.

"Dad, I'm back."

As usual, Ali said hello to song Jingye, and then walked upstairs.

Song Jingye's eyes sank. He stood up from the sofa and scolded with a cold face: "stop!"

Ali stepped slightly, felt like his back, and his fingers hanging on both sides of his thighs curled up slowly.

She lowered her eyes suspiciously, covered the abnormality in the bottom of her eyes, turned around, looked seriously at the middle-aged man a few steps away from her, and pulled out an appropriate smile from the corners of her mouth.

Ali asked quietly, "Dad, what's the matter with you? Who made you angry?"

"You, you still have the face to ask me what's the matter?"

At the thought of Tiansheng group's sudden announcement of divestment, song Jingye felt his head ache.

It's not easy to get close to Bo Shao's thigh. Even ten Huang Zongs together can't equal one Bo Shao, but this girl, is she really stupid or fake stupid? She even screwed it up!

Ali was stunned and immediately sneered in her heart, but her face was covered with fog.

Seeing the innocent girl in front of him, song Jingye was even more angry. It was 80 million!

Although the appearance of song's group is still beautiful, in fact, it has already stood on the edge of the cliff. The 80 million yuan is enough to crush the song's group standing on the edge of the cliff.

Song Jingye couldn't help yelling: "you said, did you make Bo less angry?"

Ali immediately became silent, his head hanging low, like a child who did something wrong.

"Ali, do you know why I work so hard? I'm all for our family. But, even if you don't help, you're still holding back? How can you make me feel better!"

Song Jingye is full of confidence and righteousness.

Ali opened his mouth and seemed to want to refute for himself, but before she could say anything, song Jingye, who was still angry, continued with a cold face: "you don't know yet!"

"Bo Shao withdrew his capital. If he can't get 80 million cash in one day, song group is waiting for bankruptcy!"

Hearing song Jingye's words, Ali was dumbfounded and opened his mouth in disbelief, "broken, bankrupt?"

Song Jingye snorted coldly, and a dark light flashed across his eyes. The tone of blame could not help aggravating: "you just know the seriousness of the matter now. Don't you think it's too late?"

"I, I..."

Ali was so worried that tears rolled out. He stammered and didn't even say a complete word.

Seems really scared.

For a while, Ali's eyes were red, her white fingers timidly pulled song Jingye's sleeves, and begged with a cry: "Dad, what do you say? The group is Grandpa's lifelong effort, so we must not let it go bankrupt, otherwise grandpa..."

As she spoke, she choked up and quickly put her hand over her eyes, blaming herself all over her face.

However, the pair of deep apricot eyes flashed across the dark awn.

Seeing that his goal was finally achieved, song Jingye gently collected his eyes and said without trace: "if you want to say a way, it's not that there is no way. Do you remember Mr. Huang? As soon as he heard that Tiansheng withdrew the funds, he took the initiative to contact me."

At this point, he paused, as if to consider whether to say the next words.

"Ali, you've met Mr. Huang. Although he's a little older, he has good conditions and assets of tens of billions. The most important thing is that he really likes you. If you..."

At this point, if Song Li still doesn't understand what song Jingye means, she really lived for 20 years in vain.

She turned her eyes and quickly thought out the countermeasures. Before Song Jingye finished talking, she reluctantly shouted, "I don't want to, I don't want to marry that lusty old man. You let song Chuwei marry him."

"You..."

Song Jingye frowned tightly and his face changed with anger. The girl doesn't want face. He wants face!

"In the evening, keep your voice down. When did I let you marry him? Mr. Huang wants to see you and ask you to have dinner with him. As long as you go, the 80 million will be paid immediately."

Ali seemed to be moved. She bit her lips. Her beautiful apricot eyes were wet. She looked at Song Jingye very seriously and asked hesitantly, "really, really just a meal?"

Seeing that she was relieved, song Jingye immediately felt happy and immediately showed a loving smile.

"Ah Li! You are my father's good daughter. How can my father be willing to cheat you? As long as you have a meal with president Huang, even if the song group is saved, your grandfather's spirit in heaven will be at ease."

After hesitating for a while, Ali asked again, "then, will song Chuwei go with him?"

"If she goes, I'll go. If she doesn't go, I won't go either."

As soon as song Jingye heard this, he whispered, "go, she must go."

"Ali, it depends on you whether our song family can survive this time. Otherwise..." Song Jingye sighed slightly, like guilt and helplessness. "Otherwise, after Dad's death, he will have no face to see your grandfather and your mommy, because dad is sorry for their entrustment."

For a moment, Ali hated the man. She wanted to rush over and tear the hypocritical face.

On the way back from the hospital, she thought a lot. Liang Rong couldn't mention her grandfather's death for no reason. She must know something, but later she refused to say anything, but reminded her to beware of song Jingye

Ali always felt that he had overlooked something, and it was still very important information for her.

Pressing down the hatred in his heart, Ali showed sadness on his face and said, "Dad, I can't listen to you!"

Song Jingye was overjoyed and beamed.

"I know, I know my Ali is the best. It was my father's fault in the past. My father listened to Liang Rong's words. Ali, as long as my father can survive this crisis, he will redouble his compensation in the future."

"But..."

As soon as Ali's conversation turned, a pair of deep eyes looked at Song Jingye very seriously, like a vortex.

Song Jingye gave a thump in his heart, frowned slightly and felt uneasy for no reason, but he still pretended to be calm and asked, "Ali, what else do you want to say? As long as you promise to have dinner with president Huang, Dad depends on you."

"Dad, I heard that grandpa died..."