Lin Fanyue was so embarrassed that she wanted to die. It was as if she was forcing herself to look at him.

She actually didn't mean it at all.

But he sent the message himself, so even if I explain it now, he probably won’t believe it.

She covered her face with the quilt.

I don’t want to talk anymore, I don’t want to see him again.

However, she didn't reply and her phone rang again soon.

Song Qingrui: [Why don’t you say anything? Are you still not satisfied?]

Song Qingrui: [Don’t be angry, okay? I’m afraid of scaring you, so I’ll show you next time, okay?]

When she picked it up and looked at it, she almost wanted to vomit blood.

What on earth is he thinking about?

If you don't reply, will he actually send it?

She quickly voiced over: "Song Qingrui, are you done? I didn't provoke you to take pictures, okay? I didn't reply to you because Yue Yue was crying. I coaxed him to go. You've had enough, don't think about it anymore."

After saying that, he sent a lot of "hammer you" emoticons.

Song Qingrui: [I see, but who asked you to send that kind of misleading message? Are you still crying? Do you want me to come over and comfort you? 】

Lin Fanyue: [Go away, I don’t want to deal with you, you stinky gangster, I’m going to sleep.]

Throwing away her phone, she quickly turned off the lights and went to sleep, but her mind was filled with Song Qingrui's photos and she couldn't sleep.

So annoying.

I was so upset that I fell asleep.

...

The next day, after she woke up, she looked at the ceiling with tears in her eyes for a while, and then she took Yueyue to the front hall for breakfast.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard Song Nian giving a cold order inside, "Later, hand over all the things you are doing to Assistant Wang. From now on, you will not need to take care of any affairs in the Presidential Palace."

"good."

As soon as Song Qingrui finished speaking, Song Nian had already dropped his chopsticks and left.

Lin Fanyue watched Song Nian pass in front of her with a livid face. The president's anger made her legs weak. It was the first time she saw Song Nian get so angry.

Lin Wei also wiped the corners of her mouth and followed her husband with a cold face and disappointment.

The servant came over to pick up the chopsticks on the floor, and the whole restaurant was quiet.

Lin Fanyue walked over bravely. Song Qingrui smiled at her calmly and asked the servant to bring a set of tableware.

"Are you okay?" Lin Fanyue gave him a tentative look.

At this moment, she no longer thought about the embarrassing things last night. Now her mind was filled with Song Qingrui's difficulties.

"What can be the problem?" Song Qingrui poured her a glass of soy milk slowly, "Women should drink more soy milk to whiten their skin."

"oh."

The restaurant was surrounded by informants from the Presidential Palace, and Lin Fanyue did not dare to say anything more.

After breakfast, the two of them walked to the parking lot together. Song Qingrui held his hands in his trouser pockets, looking nonchalant, while Lin Fanyue beside him was very preoccupied.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Qingrui suddenly turned his face and asked.

"My godfather is quite scary when he is angry." Lin Fanyue said truthfully, "He is indeed the president. If I were the president, I would not have the guts to compete with him."

"Is the president scary?" Song Qingrui chuckled.

"Of course it's scary, the one with the highest power in China." Lin Fanyue curled her lips.

"Some things are not that simple." Song Qingrui was a bit taller than her, and he touched her head easily, "Just watch, after a month, it won't be me, but my dad who will bow his head."


Chapter completed!