In half a month or so, you Mao succeeded in gnawing down the hard bone of general manager Mao and won a five-year contract renewal. The orders in the first year were not many, but there were about 10 million small orders.
For you Mao, who has just been established, it is actually a gratifying thing.
In addition to general manager Mao, Shao Yunchen actually pays more attention to the customer chain that he may bring behind him. As long as the Buddha is well served, he will not have to worry about the business in the next few years.
On the other side, Shang Rui, who received the news, was obviously not in such a good mood.
The man who just finished the phone dropped his mobile phone to one side, staring at the carefully assistant standing by the door, asked: "where is Miss Song?"
Before going to the hospital today, song ran specially disclosed his itinerary to shangrui's assistant.
So sitting in front of the bed carelessly cutting the apple, it seems that the face of the years of quiet leisure and ease, but in fact, my heart has long been docking down the possible things to predict.
She cut the apple into small pieces and put it in a clean and beautiful dark green porcelain bowl. Then she pushed out the porcelain bowl. She said with a bright and soft smile: "take a rest and eat some fruit."
Song ran peeled fruit for others, which was not found in her living memory for several times, so when she pushed the bowl out, she also laughed.
The little girl with a big stomach did not know, so she raised her head from the pile of thick postgraduate entrance examination materials, blinked her bright eyes, and asked her curiously, "sister ran, what are you laughing at?"
The name "sister ran" is also the girl's own choice.
In her cognition, the concept of so-called status and money is not so deep, but she believes that hard work and determination are enough to achieve a person's life.
Therefore, in her eyes, song Ran is just a woman with more money and temperament than ordinary people. She is never awed and timid.
Song ran, however, somehow likes this kind of relationship and appreciates the girl's upright scholar atmosphere.
In the past month, she ran to the hospital more diligently than before, but usually did not stay much. She only sent a pile of things to come over and asked to leave.
Seeing that the little girl asked, she continued to eat the apple carelessly. Song ran laughed again, wiped the fruit knife with a wet paper towel, put it back in the scabbard, and then replied, "nothing."
The little girl wrapped up a mouthful of apples, so her face changed. While chewing, she turned her attention back to the book. Song ran couldn't help but also moved her eyes to the past. "You have to postpone your graduation. If you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination next year, why should you be so serious?"
Because her mouth is full, song ran saw that she chewed for a long time, frowned and swallowed it with a frown. Then she responded: "it has been postponed. I want to use this time to prepare well and test for a better school."
She suddenly turned her head and grinned at Lu ran, revealing two intoxicating pears. She then stuffed apples into her mouth and said, "I would like to see you like ranjie in the future. You don't have to worry about eating and drinking. You don't have to do things you don't want to do because of money."
What she said she didn't want to do also included, or most importantly, this surrogacy.
Song ran stares at her, and understands that the gap between a person who is dragged down by her native family is not only money, but also compared with a well-known family born with a golden spoon.
There are also patterns, and some people are born to touch, and some people at the age of 20 or 30 to see, clearly shocked and confused, but also pretend to be familiar with the appearance of funny and bitter.
For a moment, she wanted to expose her dream, but it was difficult and possible to think about it.
He stopped talking in time and asked her, "what school are you going to test for?"
His mouth is still smashing, but his eyes are blinking seriously. After thinking about it, although he is somewhat embarrassed, he is still Frank: "Cambridge."
With a vague squeeze out two words, the next second and very embarrassed to shrug and smile, "very difficult."
Song ran wants to say anything more, he hears the footsteps of the door. As soon as he tilts his eyes, he sees that the door has been pushed open. Shangrui is in a dusty posture, and his body is full of tiredness.
He stood by the door, watching the quiet atmosphere on the other side of the bed, and his brows tightened more unconsciously.
"Song ran." Far away, he solemnly called her name, and when she heard it, he would follow him out.
But Miss Song heard it, but she didn't even look back. She pretended not to know what was going on with him
The little girl closed the quilt on her body. Subconsciously, she held her stomach in one hand and poked song Ran's arm with the other hand. She called out carefully, "sister ran."
She is still afraid of Shang Rui. When she met twice, she saw a cold face that was enough to frighten people's hearts. The air field could oppress people to gasp for a few meters away.
Song ran took a look at the little girl, and finally casually turned her body. Her eyebrows were slightly raised. "If it's for the sake of General Mao, you've found the wrong person. I'm not familiar with him."Shang Rui stands by the door. Seeing that song Ran has taken the initiative to open up the topic, he no longer tolerates anything. He strides in and looks down at her: "Shao Yunchen can't take this case so easily without the information in my hand."
The words are not clear, but the meaning is clear.
Song ran was still sitting, a proud and cold gesture reminded him, "don't forget that my father and Mr. Mao are close friends. If it wasn't for his relationship, you couldn't fix him at the beginning."
This reminder seems to burn shangrui's pent up anger for a few minutes. As soon as he gets closer, he almost sticks to song Ran's feet. "Someone saw you enter my office alone."
Song ran gets up at last. Xiaowei turns around and faces the man in front of her. She raises her hand and arranges some wrinkled collars for him to remove the dust that doesn't exist on it.
"Fengrui has half of the investment of our song family. I am the wife of President Shang. Which identity is not enough to support me to enter your shangrui office?" She paused, put everything in order and then lowered her arm. "What do you want to prove?"
"No need to prove it." His eyes became sharp, as if he had already proved the answer he wanted, and then he said, "I just want to tell you that I'll go back to my parents for dinner today."
"Good." Song ran picked out his eyebrows and accepted them.
Before people clenched their fists and raised their feet to leave, she casually crossed her hands in front of her chest and gently reminded her: "as far as I know, vice president youmaohuo's wedding is scheduled for the 8th of next month. When that time comes, they, including Shao Yunchen and Lu Yao, will fly to Maldives to attend the wedding. This is your best chance."
Man left the pace of a meal, quiet waiting for her to finish, and then did not turn back, straight away and left.
People walked away, in front of the door and "bang" was closed, song ran cold eyes just gradually relaxed down.
Leaning on the head of the bed, the little girl also unconsciously released her hands to protect her stomach, and patted her chest with a sigh of relief. When song ran sat down again, she observed carefully and asked, "sister ran, is he your husband?"
Song ran didn't answer. He looked gloomy and his aura became fierce.
The little girl hesitated, or smashed her mouth, stroked her high bulging belly, muttered: "he seems very busy, and doesn't care about you. Why give him a baby? Even if you are born, it doesn't look like you have time to care. "
This word broke through song Ran's heart.
She answered, cold and haughty, "you're good at raising your baby. I'll go back first."
After walking away, in a steady pace to hook up the corner of the lip, evil spirit smile, the mind constantly impact on the little girl's words: "why give him a child?"
Is he worthy, she thought?
Is it worth wasting one of her eggs?
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