Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Nodding his head again and again, Song Jin was honest and his body trembled slightly.

After loosening Song Jin's head, Pan Yijing threw the planning book on the table and said in a cold voice, "Take a closer look."

Getting the fresh air, Song Jin slumped to the ground, clutching his neck and breathing heavily.

Looking at Song Jin in disgust, Pan Yijing lowered his head and looked at the hand he had touched Song Jin.

It was Yang Zhe who understood Pan Yijing's habit and took out the wet wipes from his pocket.

After taking it, Pan Yijing wiped his hands carefully.

Pan Yijing didn't stop wiping his hands until he was sure to wipe it clean.

Song Jin could see Pan Yijing's actions clearly, but he didn't have the time to take care of it now.

What surprised him was that Pan Yijing's strength was so strong, Song Jin clutched his neck for a while before he felt that the terrifying suffocation was relieved a lot, but he was still in a state of dizziness.

"Come on, don't let me keep urging you."

Pan Yijing frowned and looked at Song Jin coldly.

Song Jin was really frightened now, nodded and got up in a hurry, his eyes fixed on the plan.

After looking at it for a long time, Song Jin didn't find anything wrong.

Taking a careful look at Pan Yijing, Song Jin's voice weakened.

"Mr. Pan, this... this is no problem!"

Pan Yijing raised his eyebrows, "What did you call me?"

"Little... Mr. Pan!"

Song Jin hasn't figured it out yet, so be careful with your probe.

The little supervisor who helped him deliver the documents appeared out of nowhere, coughed and reminded in a low voice.

"It's Mr. Pan, not Mr. Pan."

Song Jin heard it clearly, but opened his mouth and did not change his mouth.

In Song Jin's heart, his good brother at the wine table, Pan Yong, is the real President Pan.

Seeing the reluctance on Song Jin's face, Pan Yijing didn't force it.

"Assistant Yang."

"Yes, President."

Pan Yijing raised his head, "Help President Song up."

Yang Zhe nodded and stepped forward to lift Song Jin up simply and rudely.

With Yang Zhe's strength, Song Jin was able to sit on the chair.

When he finally sat down, Song Jin realized that his calf was shaking all the time.

Resisting the trembling of his legs, Song Jin put his hands on his knees strong and calm, forcing himself not to shake his legs.

Patting Song Jin on the shoulder, Pan Yijing's tone was indifferent but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

"In the future, I will be the only one in the company, Mr. Pan, understand?"

Song Jin avoided his eyes and nodded twice perfunctorily.

Now he just wants to leave this ghostly conference room quickly, thinking about casually dealing with it.

But how could Pan Yijing let him get his wish so easily!

Taking out the document that had been prepared long ago from the table, Pan Yijing handed it to Song Jin.

"Here, look."

Song Jin put down the plan about Chenyu Group and took over the new document, looking puzzled.

He opened the file with suspicion, his eyes fell somewhere, and Song Jin's jaw almost dropped in shock.

It clearly records the public funds and various illegal income that Pan Yong embezzled during his reign.

This is basically what Song Jin does not know.

"Are you clear, President Song?"

Song Jin gritted his teeth and shook his head: "No."

"That's right!"

Yang Zhe snorted lightly, lowered his head and said nothing.

Regarding what Yang Zhe said, Song Jin's nerves began to tighten and his expression became serious.

"what did you say?"

Yang Zhe raised his eyebrows, "What do you think, President Song?"

Song Jin's hands were shaking, and the paper was wobbly thrown on the ground.

Looking at Song Jin's eyes gradually empty, his expression became a little more sullen.

Song Jin was completely ignorant of these things.

Thinking of his so-called good brother doing those bad things behind his back, Song Jin vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Pointing to the document, Song Jin still had a faint delusion in his heart.

"Is this fake?"

Pan Yijing's eyes brightened, and he asked, "What do you think?"