After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

"No,"

Song Weilan twitched the corners of her mouth, she was really gentle but also stubborn.

"If I don't see Jincheng, I'm not going to leave."

I left this time, and I still won't see you next time.

The doctor made it very clear that Xiaobao's condition could not be delayed any longer.

When she came, she made up her mind that no matter how long she waited, she must see Jin Cheng.

"Miss Song, forgive me for overstepping the rules,"

Seeing that Song Weilan was ungrateful, the housekeeper's expression became distant.

"Sir doesn't want to see you, it doesn't matter how long you wait,"

He paused, then narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Song Weilan.

"Just like you did to sir a few years ago."

He could clearly remember that Mr. stood outside Song Weilan's residence in the rain for a day and a night, which made his condition worse and he fainted.

And in this process, that door has never been opened.

"Since you have chosen to abandon your husband a few years ago, why do you want to come back to him now?"

The butler's tone was heavy.

"It's meaningless for you to do this except to make everyone uncomfortable."

The housekeeper's words were like an extremely sharp knife, piercing into Song Weilan's heart fiercely.

The remaining blood on her face disappeared instantly, and her body, which had been standing upright, also slightly bent down.

No, it wasn't like that back then.

That night Jincheng waited for her to open the door in despair, and she also waited for him in despair.

It's just that they didn't wait for each other.

"Miss Song,"

Seeing Song Weilan's appearance of fainting at any time after being hit, the housekeeper couldn't bear it, and didn't continue to say some words.

"It's getting late, the manor is going to be closed, I'll send you back."

This time, not an inquiry.

Inside the restaurant.

Wen Jincheng ate his meal gracefully, his lowered eyes were like the surface of a calm lake.

But it was so peaceful that people couldn't feel any temperature.

When the butler turned back, he noticed that the meal was startled, and immediately opened his mouth in shock.

"Sir, you are allergic to cod, you can't eat it!!!"

How did the new chef do things? He even forgot such a big taboo.

"is it?"

It was only then that Wen Jincheng paid attention to bringing the half-eaten cod in front of him. A complex meaning flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"Yes,"

The butler asked with a lingering fear in his clothes.

"You have to be careful. Never eat what you shouldn't eat, otherwise it will be fatal."

What should not be eaten, should not be eaten.

The same reason.

Don't touch things that shouldn't be touched.

Wen Jincheng picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and the warm smile of the past appeared in his eyes.

"I see, let's take it."

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The next day.

The weather changed from clear to gloomy.

Mr. Fu listened to Uncle Yang's report, his old face was full of indifference.

"Many collateral people have expressed their willingness to oppose it."

"Ting Chen's life belongs to Xiao Wan, not to mention this share,"

Mr. Fu snorted coldly, put the lid of the cup in his hand on the table with a little more force.

"What right do they have to object?"

He looked at Uncle Yang.

"Go, take this opportunity to transfer the remaining shares in my hand to Xiao Wan's name."

Uncle Yang smiled.

The old man is right, the lives of the young lady and the young master are linked together.

It doesn't matter who owns the Fu Group.

"Yes, I'll make arrangements now."

Just as Yang Shu was about to leave, a servant suddenly walked over quickly.

"It's not good, old man!!"