You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

Being able to sit in this position in such a short time is inseparable from Yan Chu's own efforts in addition to the help of Song Yunshen and others.

Yan Chu stood in front of the podium with a cold look in his eyes, looking very difficult to deal with.

His voice became cold and he spoke much less than before.

Song Buci looked at him like this and sighed, "Will anyone who takes this position become cold and ruthless?"

"It's really amazing."

In the picture, Yan Chu introduced himself, said a few polite words and then left the scene.

If Yan Chu takes this position, then Shen Yanzhou must step down!

She would never allow a man who threatened her to stand in such a high position, and no one could make her go from rich to poor.

After the video ended, the nurse took her phone back, still muttering, "He's so handsome! I didn't expect the person in charge of the He Group to be so young."

"Managing such a large company at such a young age, I wonder if it's stressful."

Listening to the nurse's words, Song Buci thought of Yan Chu with a cold face.

The pressure will definitely be great.

At night, Fu Nanfeng dragged his tired body back to the ward.

As soon as he came back, he lay down on the large recliner next to Song Buci's bed. He rested his head on it, looked at Song Buci and said, "Buci, I'm so tired."

As he said that, he got up again, took a bottle of mineral water and started drinking.

After relieving his thirst, Fu Nanfeng sat down again. He stretched and then walked to the bed, put his arms around Song Buci's waist and buried his face in her.

His cheek rubbed against Song Buci again and again, and their relationship became much closer in the past month.

Song Buci looked at his yellow and furry head and really wanted to reach out and touch it.

But my hands were in plaster and I couldn't touch them at all.

I felt so itchy inside, but in the end I had to endure it.

Smelling the faint scent of disinfectant on Song Buci's body, Fu Nanfeng looked up at her and said, "The doctor came to check today. Did he say anything?"

"He said the plaster on my hands will be removed in a few days." Song Buci said with a smile, "I'm so happy. I finally don't have to be treated like a piece of crap anymore."

Just thinking about it made him happy, and the smile on Song Buci's face unconsciously became bigger.

"Then can I be discharged from the hospital?" Song Buci asked with a smile.

When Fu Nanfeng heard that Song Buci was going to be discharged from the hospital, he sat up immediately.

"Bu Ci, your injury has not healed yet. Let's listen to the doctor and wait until you are well before being discharged from the hospital." Fu Nanfeng advised.

She just said it casually and didn't really want to be discharged from the hospital.

Song Buci smiled and said, "No, I just said it casually."

After saying that, she changed the subject: "Have you eaten?"

Fu Nanfeng shook his head: "Not yet, the workload has been heavy recently."

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and all work must be finished before the holiday. There is a pile of documents on his office desk that have not been processed.

He has to stay up late to work overtime again today. He has dark circles under his eyes because of work recently.

A lot of hair has fallen out, and Fu Nanfeng feels a little distressed.

He doesn't want to have a hair transplant at such a young age.

"It's the end of the year, so it will be really busy." Song Buci said with a smile.

But what she was thinking about was the band's affairs. The New Year was approaching, and she should give the members their year-end bonuses.

May everyone live a good year.

Having made up his mind, Song Buci decided to contact his second brother tomorrow and ask him to take care of these things.

In the corridor outside, the nurses were discussing who would be on duty during the Chinese New Year this year. The nurses were all praying that they would not be on duty on New Year's Eve or New Year's Day.

The festive atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger.

Song Buci looked towards the balcony and then looked outside through the window. This was the first year Song Buci had spent in this world.

Fu Nanfeng came to the door of the ward, took the takeaway handed to him by the delivery man, and walked in to see Song Buci staring blankly in the direction of the balcony.

He raised his eyes and looked over, but there was nothing on the balcony.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Nanfeng asked with a slight frown.

"Nothing." Song Buci withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

Song Buci's eyes fell on him and he asked, "The New Year is coming soon. Are you going abroad to reunite with your parents?"

The two brothers are both in the country, and it seems that they have no intention of going back.

"No, it's nice to spend the New Year here."

He wanted to spend his first New Year with Song Buci. Anyway, his mother was with his father, so he might end up being a third wheel if he went back.

The two brothers had already made their decision, so Song Buci didn't say much.

Suddenly, screams from downstairs reached their ears, very loud and noisy.

"Is it snowing?"

"It's snowing again, and it's even heavier than before!"

"We can have snowball fights again!"

"Make a snowman!"

It turns out it’s snowing. Time flies so fast.

Some were happy and some were sad. Shen Yanzhou sat in the huge office, looking at the documents in front of him with a gloomy expression.

The assistant standing in front of him looked at him with some fear, but he knew that the following news would only make Shen Yanzhou even more angry.

"Mr. Shen, that family refuses to move out no matter what."

"And they're asking for a whopping 100 million yuan."

Shen Yanzhou couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing this.

People will laugh when they are speechless, and Shen Yanzhou is no exception. He chuckled and said, "Since you don't want to move out, then we can take some coercive measures."

"Since they are asking for such a high price, then you go and set up a game. I will not let them get a single cent." Shen Yanzhou showed a faint smile on his face. The assistant felt cold all over when he saw his smile.

"Don't make it too tragic, just keep your life and pay back the money."

After hearing Shen Yanzhou's words, even though the office was well heated, the assistant still felt the cold spreading from the soles of his feet to his whole body.

Anyone who has reached this position has used all kinds of sinister and cunning means.

The business world is like a battlefield. If you are lenient, you will be devoured by the progress of others.

The assistant responded stiffly and breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the office. He felt that Mr. Shen looked particularly scary.

Li Wanhe, who was in the lounge, opened the door and walked out. She was wearing a silk pajamas, and her originally flat belly was slightly bulging.

Her whole temperament is completely different from before. The previous Li Wanhe was full of charm, but now Li Wanhe, in addition to charm, also has a bit of maternal kindness.

More charming than before.

She walked barefoot on the slightly warm floor to Shen Yanzhou's side. She rested her hands slightly on the table and looked at him.

"Ayan, are you worried about work?" Her voice was so sweet that it made people think about other things.