Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

"This area is all under President Lin's name. It's a pity that President Lin is usually busy with his work and doesn't come back much. Therefore, there seem to be many villas nearby, which are actually managed by people hired by the family." the driver said while driving.

"Today?" song wanwei asked.

"President Lin knew Miss Song was coming today, so he came back specially. It's right ahead."

With that, the driver had driven to the gate of a yard. The iron door opened slowly. The driver drove in and stopped steadily. He got off to open the door for song wanwei and went to pick up her luggage.

After song wanwei got off the bus, she looked at the small foreign house on the fourth floor in front of her, and felt even more uncomfortable.

How many excellent nutritionists can't be hired by such a rich person? Why do you want to find her?

Before I had time to think deeply, the driver had brought the luggage and said to song wanwei, "Miss Song, please follow me."

Song wanwei followed him to the door of the foreign house. He rang the doorbell. Ah, how long before someone came to open the door. She was an aunt in a light blue uniform. She should be the person responsible for taking care of the foreign house.

She saw song wanwei at a glance, and her face immediately burst into a smile: "is this Miss Song?"

"I am."

"Great. President Lin has been waiting for you for a long time."

After the driver handed the luggage to his aunt, he didn't go in again. After entering the house, song wanwei followed her aunt.

After entering the house, it was not the living room. My aunt took song wanwei to the indoor elevator, pressed the third floor, and then said to song wanwei, "wait, you can go directly to the living room on the third floor to see President Lin. I'll help you pack your bags and arrange for you to check in."

"OK... Wait?" song wanwei suddenly noticed something wrong and stared at her aunt: "you mean, I want to live here? This foreign house?"

"Yes, didn't Xiao Chen tell you?" aunt also felt very strange.

"But, isn't this President Lin's residence? I......" song wanwei felt more and more nervous, and even a little confused about whether she was right or wrong this time.

"Does Miss Song have any scruples?" the aunt asked and said carelessly, "don't worry, Miss Song. If you have any difficulties, just tell President Lin and President Lin will deal with it properly."

With a tinkle, the third floor arrived. My aunt waved to song wanwei: "Miss Song, go. The bedroom is on the fourth floor. I'll pack your bags first."

There's no way. It's all here. Song wanwei will go on even if she's tough.

She walked out of the elevator and saw a man reading a newspaper sitting on the sofa in the living room.

It was a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties. Her hair was obviously dyed black and curled up. Her face is not old, but her gestures give people a sense of stability, but the eyes on the bridge of her nose make her a little more mature.

"Hello," said Song wanwei.

When the woman heard the movement, she slowly looked up and looked at Song wanwei.

At that moment, her eyes lit up, then put down the newspaper, came over, looked up and down at Song wanwei, and said, "are you wanwei?"

At the first meeting, the other party shouted so kindly that song wanwei was very embarrassed.

"Yes, I'm song wanwei." song wanwei looked at her: "are you President Lin?"

"Oh, it's too strange. You'll live here for a long time in the future. Just call me sister Lin." the woman waved her hand and said with a warm look.

So she is President Lin!

Before Song wanwei heard the title of President Lin and thought of her family pestering Wanguan. She subconsciously thought that Lin was always a man. Unexpectedly, she was such a kind woman.

"What are you thinking, so happy?" sister Lin looked at Song wanwei.

"Ah, nothing." song wanwei restrained her smile and sat down on the sofa with sister Lin.

"But I'm really surprised that I don't have too amazing achievements and fame in the industry. Why did you find me?" song wanwei said the problems that had plagued her all the time.

Sister Lin shook her head: "Wan Wei, you look down on yourself."

She breathed a sigh of relief and held song wanwei's hand, as if in memory.

"In fact, at the beginning, I didn't expect to come to you. But over the years, I've looked for all kinds of nutritionists. They either have a false name, or they think too much of themselves, or they are too rigid. They only follow the theory they believe, and don't consider other people's feelings at all. To tell the truth, I don't like any of them," said Sister Lin "In the process of looking for various nutritionists, I found you."

"Me?"

"Yes." she smiled. "You have studied in the United States for six years, haven't you? I heard that you haven't been very good in these six years. You are very busy, and you still have children, but you still have completed your study, obtained official recognition, and helped many people. As long as you have been invited, you don't praise you."

Song wanwei was a little embarrassed to be praised. She then asked, "but there are many nutritionists who have completed their degrees like me. Don't you like any of them?"

"No, it's mainly the problems I just said." sister Lin shook her head. "Later, I read some of your interviews. Although there are not many, I can feel from the words that you are doing this work sincerely, not to fish for fame or just to make money. You are seriously considering everyone."

Song wanwei thought the praise was too high. She didn't know how to express it.

"I'm ashamed. In fact, something happened after I returned home. I haven't been a nutritionist for a long time."

"It doesn't matter." sister Lin said, "the most important thing is your character, which I value most, but they don't have it. Only you meet my requirements."

After a while, sister Lin sighed again: "but there was something wrong with me before, so I didn't find you immediately. I just contacted you now. Fortunately, you promised, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Song wanwei nodded slightly, thinking that this trip seemed to come right.

"However, I would like to ask who needs nutrition allocation?" song wanwei said, "because you look good, you don't look like the person who needs this service."

"I think you're praising me." sister Lin smiled faintly, but the smile faded slowly: "I didn't invite you for myself, but for my son."

Song wanwei nodded.

"OK. How old is your son and why does she need nutrition?" song wanwei was particularly serious as soon as she entered the working state.

"He... Just turned twenty-two this year. He's very young, isn't he? But he's a little sick and has been tossed around very restlessly over the years."