The parking lot is across a garden from the building where she lives.

Lin Fanyue was lying in his arms, feeling strangely uncomfortable. It was not that she had never been hugged by him before. He even carried her to the hospital before, but at that time her body ached and she didn't feel much.

Now she was held in his arms like a princess. When she raised her eyes, she could see his angular chin and clean collarbones.

Her face felt a little warm for no reason, "I... am not very heavy, can you still hold me?"

"Yes... it's a little heavier than before. How about you hang your hands around my neck to reduce the weight." Song Qingrui lowered his head and said.

"Oh." After Lin Fanyue heard what he said, without thinking much, she directly put her hands up and wrapped them around his neck.

Song Qingrui's body shook violently.

She was startled, and instinctively hugged her a little tighter, and shouted, "Brother, my brother, hold on tight, I can't fall again."

Seeing her panicked look, Song Qingrui smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, I won't throw you."

He just had her hugging the back of his neck tightly, and there was something strange about his body.

In fact, she is not heavy, on the contrary, she is very soft and fragrant. To him, she is like a soldering iron, hot to the touch, but he likes it.

After carrying her into the living room, Song Qingrui put her on the sofa.

Aunt Chen immediately came over with Yueyue in her arms.

After not seeing her daughter for a week, Lin Fanyue couldn't put it down, but she couldn't hug her, so she had to let Aunt Chen put her on her lap.

When Yueyue saw her, she was still very familiar, and her smile was still bright and cheerful.

Lin Fanyue, who had been unhappy these days, suddenly seemed to be cured.

Although she and Song Rongshi were divorced, she had to be strong and happy for the sake of her children.

Not long after, Lin Wei also came over. As the president's wife, she was also very busy, having various social events every day.

...

In the evening, Lin Fanyue was pushed to the main building to have dinner. Song Nian also came back. He expressed concern and condolences before saying, "I went to the old house this afternoon."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent, especially Lin Fanyue, who subconsciously became nervous.

Song Nian glanced at his son meaningfully and said with emotion: "The old man agreed. Tomorrow he will officially announce that 50% of the Song Group's shares will be handed over to Junyue and 30% to Xingchen. In addition,

Yueyue owns 10%, and the rest is still in my brother's hands, and will be given to Yueyue when she reaches adulthood."

The matter was settled in this way, that is, whether Song Rongshi had children or not in the future, it would have nothing to do with him.

Lin Fanyue didn't speak for a long time. She was quite surprised. In the end, Song Rongshi didn't get any shares. If Ning Lexia knew about it, would she go from being paralyzed to being mad to death?

"It's pretty good." Song Qingrui cut into a piece of foie gras in front of him and said calmly, "I believe Sister Junyue will do better."

Song Nian helplessly glared at his son again, but said nothing in front of Lin Fanyue.

Lin Wei nodded, "If you ask me, the Song family should have been handed over to Jun Yue a long time ago. She has done so much for the Song family over the years. In your family, you think that women cannot inherit the family business. The old man only wants to take over the family business."

Shi Zaipei came out to be the successor, but he was so angry that he still had expectations for him. No, Jun Yue was forced to do so. In the end, he had no choice but to bow to the younger generation. As a human being, you must not kill the donkey at the end of the tunnel."

Song Nian sighed and said helplessly to his wife: "No matter what, he is still my dad."


Chapter completed!