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Murong Rong turned his head to look and saw a piece of light blue paper confirming the logo of the Fashion Design Association, which was held between Lin Lanxin's fingers.

Director Qi frowned: "Master Lin, the voting results have been counted."

"Yes, but there are no regulations. After the voting results are counted, I can't continue to vote. Director Qi wants to refute me, so it's better to come up with a regulation."

"You!" Director Qi was a little angry, he looked at Han Su: "President, what's your opinion?"

Han Su said: "It is true that there is no rule. After counting the votes, you cannot vote." He looked at the assistant beside him: "Are you sure there is one vote missing?"

The assistant nodded: "Well, it's true that one is missing."

Lin Lanxin raised her red lips when she heard this, "Can I continue to vote now?"

Han Su smiled: "It's ok."

"That's good." Lin Lanxin took a pen and wrote down Song Hongfeng's name: "I vote for Song Hongfeng."

The president's vote was worth three votes, and Song Hongfeng got 14 votes, surpassing Murong Rong by one vote.

The title of honorary director that Murong Rong had already obtained suddenly became Song Hongfeng.

Song Hongfeng stood up, smiling softly and obediently: "Thank you, everyone is humble."

The exact same words as Murong Rong's were uttered with full of sarcasm at this moment, it was hard to believe that she didn't do it on purpose.

The smile on Murong Rong's face faded slightly, and Ji Baibai's complexion was even more unsightly. After Han Su announced that a ceremony would be held a week later to award Jiang Bo and Song Hongfeng the titles of honorary directors, this meeting would be nothing It's over.

Murong Rong took Ji Baibai to leave without saying a word, but was stopped by Song Hongfeng.

Song Hongfeng said apologetically, "Rongrong, I'm sorry, but you won't be angry if you robbed your spot this time."

Murong Rong raised Qing Lingling's eyes: "If I say yes, I will be very angry. Will you push this time's quota and give it to me?"

Song Hongfeng didn't expect Murong Rong to say that, and the smile on his face froze: "I'm afraid it's not good to push back and forth, the president and the others will be angry."

"It's all trivial things, and the anger will pass quickly, so you just have to go."

Song Hongfeng was speechless, how could she be willing to give up the position of honorary director after finally getting it.

There was some sarcasm in Murong Rong's eyes, and he said mockingly: "Song Hongfeng, in fact, it's just two words if you don't give up. It's easier than your hypocrisy."

After finishing speaking, Murong Rong was too lazy to stay any longer, and took Ji Baibai away.

Song Hongfeng's face was ugly, and when she turned her head, she saw Lin Lanxin coming out. She rolled her eyes and said, "Master Lin, this Murong Rong is really too much. Seeing you vote for me and let me win her, you actually Shame on me. I'll forget it, but she doesn't even care about you. "

Lin Lanxin looked at Song Hongfeng, raised her red lips and said, "Am I a fool in your eyes? I'll believe you if you provoke me a few times?"

Song Hongfeng quickly waved his hands: "No, I didn't provoke..."

"Okay." Lin Lanxin was very impatient: "You have such a scheming plan and you still focus on your work. After all, I have no interest in supporting a puddle of mud."

To her, Song Hongfeng was no different from mud.

She helped her settle the matter of honorary membership, and stood beside her blatantly, but in the end, she had to rely on one vote in her hand to win.

Lin Lanxin had always been arrogant and looked down upon a mediocre talent like Song Hongfeng. If she didn't want to take advantage of Song Hongfeng, she really didn't want to look at her more.

Song Hongfeng gritted her teeth viciously, her chest heaved violently with anger, and she clenched her fists fiercely.

One day, one day she will trample all these people who look down on her!

Suddenly, she remembered Song Xiuyuan.

It seems that Song Xiuyuan has not contacted her for a long time.

This is impossible, Song Xiuyuan is her biggest reliance, without his support in the Song family, her status will plummet.

Thinking of this, Song Hongfeng took out his mobile phone and called Song Xiuyuan.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. Song Hongfeng was a little unhappy, but on the surface he still smiled gently: "Third brother, I have become an honorary director of the association, please praise me."

Listening to the energetic voice on the other end of the phone, Song Xiuyuan couldn't help but soften his eyebrows and eyes: "Hongfeng, you are really great. I believe that in time, you will become even better and become an existence like Master Lin."

"That's for sure. Your sister will be very powerful in the future. So, do you want to have dinner with such a powerful sister of yours?"

Song Xiuyuan said apologetically: "Today I came back to the old house, and I will have dinner with you another day."

"oh, I see."

Song Xiuyuan felt distressed when he heard Song Hongfeng's lonely voice, and couldn't help but said, "Hongfeng, do you want to come back tonight? You haven't been back for a long time."

"I really want to go back, but my mother will be upset when she sees me." Song Hongfeng's voice was pitiful and aggrieved: "I don't want to make my mother unhappy."

Song Xiuyuan was also very embarrassed when he thought of the dirty relationship between Song Hongfeng and his mother.

He sighed: "Don't worry about it with your mother, she just can't get over that hurdle in her heart."

"I know." Song Hongfeng pretended to be very well-behaved, knowing the general situation.

She knew in her heart that the more this happened, the more Song Xiuyuan would love her more. Sure enough, Song Xiuyuan mentioned the matter of injecting capital into her studio.

Song Xiuyuan chatted with Song Hongfeng for a few more words before returning to Song's house.

When he walked into the entrance, he heard his mother's laughter, which he had never heard since Li Qingzi set herself on fire with the child in her stomach.

"Big boy."

The servant saw Song Xiuyuan and greeted him.

Song Xiuyuan handed the coat to the servant and asked, "Who's here today?"

"Master Xiaobao."

"Who is Master Xiaobao?"

Only then did the servant realize that Song Xiuyuan didn't know about Xiaobao's affairs, so he simply explained it.

It turned out that Xiaobao was crossing the road alone before, and was almost rubbed by the family's car. Mrs. Song sent him to the hospital for treatment. Fortunately, there was nothing serious about him.

Song Xiuyuan frowned involuntarily: "Where are the parents of the child?"

The servant said: "Master Xiaobao grew up with his mother. I heard that his father has passed away. Now his mother is busy with work every day, and he lives with an aunt. That day, the auntie was feeling a little uncomfortable. Master Xiaobao was worried, so he took advantage of it. My aunt went out to buy medicine while she was asleep."

The servant had lingering fears and said, "Fortunately, it was Young Master Xiaobao that our wife met, otherwise we don't know what will happen?"

Song Xiuyuan nodded and walked into the living room.

Then, I saw a little Douding sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a glass of juice, and said in a childlike voice: "Grandma Song, this is the passion fruit juice I made by myself. Do you like it or not?"

"I like it, I like it. My grandma likes the juice made by Xiaobao." Mrs. Song looked at Xiaobao, her face was full of pampering.

At that moment, Song Xiuyuan couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He couldn't help thinking that if Li Qingzi was still there, if that child was born, the mother might be as kind and loving as she is now.