Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun shook his head gently without speaking.

Zheng Hao understood what she meant, and then described the situation in detail: "When President Su took over Song's enterprise last year, we produced half of the new products, because the funds were not enough, and we broke the production line. The situation in which I was responsible for the production of new products was really a bit tricky. If no funds could be raised, it is estimated that Song’s enterprise would close down, and the old chairman’s health was not good, and everyone did not dare to disturb him. He was heavily in debt, owed a lot of money to the bank, and then went to run a loan. It was totally a fantasy. Just when everyone was frowning and overwhelmed, Mr. Su, who had just come to the company for 20 days, transferred the Song company in his own name. With 100 million yuan of funds, that batch of new products can be successfully put into production, and it is precisely that batch of new products that brought the Song company back to life..."

"When President Su transferred the money at that time, he didn't say that he was injecting capital into Song's enterprises, nor did he say that he was lending to Song's enterprises, so we all thought that President Su was looking at you and the old chairman, With this money, Song's corporate profits have been relatively good in recent months. The old chairman never said that he would take the money from President Su. I suddenly thought of it a few days ago. We will next month To invest, I am afraid that the old chairman forgot to think of it, when one day when I think of it, I will suddenly use the money, and when the time comes, the funds will not be able to be turned around, so I want to ask if President Su’s money should be left alone. If necessary, I will shrink the investment funds..."

Song Qingqing felt his heart tightly, and his face began to pale.

When he once took over the Song company, although he signed a contract with her, at first, she thought he was treating her as a commodity.

But now, when the contract expires, he not only didn't ask for the slightest salary of Song's company, but he didn't need to touch her. When I think about it, it's a loss-making business. Even if she is the client, she doesn't think Value, however, she did not expect that, without her knowledge, he had done even less valuable things, and gave Song’s enterprise 100 million yuan. That’s not a small amount...

If tonight... Tonight, it was not Zheng Hao who happened to meet her and mentioned the matter with her. Does that mean that if she didn’t know about this 100 million yuan in her life, she wouldn’t be prepared to return it all her life?

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What Zheng Hao said later, Song Qingchun didn't hear a word, and she didn't even remember what she said to Zheng Hao. She only knew that when she came back to her, people had sat back In the car.

Coming out of Jinyuan's underground parking lot, the heavy rain had stopped, and it was still drizzling.

Near ten o'clock, the road conditions were still somewhat congested, and Song Qingchun stopped with the traffic.

The car was quiet, she turned on the car radio, the male announcer of the music channel, the sound was full of magnetic, hoarse and soft, the person listening was particularly comfortable.

While waiting for the traffic lights, the advertisement on the car radio just ended, and a pleasant music sounded.

Song Qingchun felt very familiar, so she paid special attention to it.

"I said that I am most afraid of the breeze that is about to rain. You say you are the same..."

As soon as the familiar lyrics sounded, Song Qingchun's heart hurt sorely.