Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Seeing that everyone's faces became more and more ugly, fortunately, Pan Yong was still sober and did not dare to deceive in front of the evidence.

"Everyone, I'm sorry for you, but... But I'm all for the company, for the Pan family."

"enough."

The old director interrupted directly, "You better pay back the public funds. If you want to keep a trace of face, just follow Mr. Pan's wishes."

Pan Yong clenched his fists and said anxiously, "I... I'm not good enough."

"Even if you lose your life, you have to pay it back!"

Mr. Pan was supported by the nurse and came to the conference room.

Seeing the old man Pan, Pan Yong's face was pale. Could it be that the old man knew it long ago.

"Dad." Pan Yong shouted in a low voice, looking down like a child admitting his mistake.

Mr. Pan shook his head in disappointment, "Don't call me dad, I can't stand such a toss with my old bones."

Pan Yong whimpered, with endless remorse, "Dad, I know I'm wrong."

"You still know you're wrong?"

Pan Yong knelt in front of Mr. Pan, "Dad, it's me... I'm confused, but I also want to make a breakthrough. I just want to prove to you that I'm no worse than the boss."

"You still have the nerve to mention Yi Jing's father to me?"

Mr. Pan hated the iron and looked at the kneeling Pan Yong, "These years, look at what you have done that is really beneficial to the company, since childhood, Yi Jing's father took care of you and let you, you are still so Thinking about fighting with Yi Jing's father, how many years he has been gone now, you are still thinking about these things."

Pan Yong's face became grim, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the company you are working so hard for, but if my brother wants to push me over anything, I will bribe others to get your approval!"

"But Yijing's father has been gone for so many years, you should know your weight in the company."

Pan Yong got up and smiled desolately, "Dad, ask yourself, after my brother's accident, did you think about giving me the company for a day or even a second?"

Grandpa Pan looked at Pan Yong who had become so unfamiliar with disappointment, and replied, "I have."

"Had?"

Pan Yong muttered, "But why are you so readily able to hold the position of the chairman who I have worked hard for more than 20 years for this kid so easily, instead of holding it off to me."

Mr. Pan sighed, "Because you are not suitable."

Just that sentence completely made Pan Yong collapse.

"I'm not suitable?" Pan Yong opened his eyes wide, turned and pointed at Pan Yijing, who was standing opposite, and roared, "Then he is suitable? Is it suitable for someone who will squeeze his uncle away as soon as he takes office?"

Mr. Pan bent down, his voice a little tired, "You still don't know? It's not because you want to push you away, it's because you made a mistake and you're not fit to be the vice president. How dare you push the mistake on others."

Pan Yijing stepped forward to support Old Man Pan's body, "Grandpa, don't get excited, take care of your body."

Grandpa Pan smiled, "Grandpa is fine."

Pan Yong pushed Pan Yijing away ruthlessly, clutching Mr. Pan's arm tightly, his tone was close to madness, "I want the position of chairman, give it to me, give it to me!"

Old Man Pan was no match for Pan Yong, who had used brute force. As Pan Yong swayed, he felt dizzy.

The scene was extremely chaotic, and Pan Yijing quickly pulled Mr. Pan aside.

Pan Miaomiao had never seen such a crazy Pan Yong, but when he read that Mr. Pan was very good to him, Pan Miaomiao endured the fear in his heart and hugged Pan Yong tightly to prevent him from hurting Mr. Pan.

Old Man Pan leaned on Pan Yijing, panting, "Hold him down, hold him down."

Pan Yi was at the head of the scenic spot, and the security guards rushed over and pressed Pan Yong firmly.

Mr. Pan's heart is very painful, and Pan Yong, who is crazy at this moment, is very disappointed.