The middle-aged man's eyes turned, stopped on Song Yan, narrowed his eyes and asked Ruan Ruan: "Is this your sister?

Or Song Cheng’s sister?”

Men don’t care about small shrimps like Song Cheng and Ruan Ruan at all. They have sacked Song Cheng’s arm, which is both a warning and a despise.

They are just two helpless international students. Can students who need to work and earn money by themselves be rich and powerful at home?

The entire clothing factory didn't take them seriously at all, so they didn't care about the consequences because they thought Song Cheng and Ruan Ruan could not make any romantic comedy.

Seeing the middle-aged man's eyes turn to Song Yan, and his eyes were filled with evil eyes, Ruan Ruan felt nervous: "Wait, I'll give you the things now, take them and leave quickly!"

After saying that, Ruan Ruan opened the backpack that he had been protecting by his side, took out a piece of paper that was already a little yellowed at the corner, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Ruan Ruan didn't know what kind of person Song Yan was. She just thought that Song Yan was so beautiful that it made people feel energetic. The men in front of her obviously had ideas, and she couldn't wait any longer.

If these people are angered, Song Yan will be in danger.

I believe that Song Cheng is not willing to put his sister in danger for his graduation design.

Originally, Song Cheng refused to hand over his graduation design because it was his most proud work. They all knew what impact this work would have after it was released.

Song Cheng pressed his future on the ground.

But this is not as good as his caring for his sister.

If Song Yan doesn’t participate, what’s wrong with him handing over it?

"You are indeed smarter than your classmates."

The man in the middle took the paper from Ruan Ruan's hand and his eyes lit up.

"If your classmate is as sensible as you, would he suffer this kind of pain?

Why bother to destroy your future?"

After saying that, he took another puff of cigarettes, spread the paper on the table, and squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

The more you look at it, the more greedy the look in the man's eyes becomes.

Song Yan glanced casually and it was a design drawing.

The man folded the paper neatly and stuffed it back into his pocket with excitement.

Ruan Ruan reached out, pointed out outside the door, and spoke to the man with a blank expression: "Can you leave now?"

"Walk?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be confused for a moment.

"Of course we will leave."

He stood up and walked two steps toward Song Yan.

His eyes were a little malicious: "But your sister wants to accompany me."

Ruan Ruan suddenly took two steps forward, and blue veins swelled up on her pretty face: "You dare!"

"Apart from her, arrest both of these people."

The middle-aged man was too lazy to pay attention to Ruan Ruan, pointed at Song Yan, and then gave an order.

His subordinates immediately seized Ruan Ruan's hands and easily seized the criminal investigation team leader.

The captain did not resist, but Ruan Ruan kicked and bitten, and finally gave up.

At this moment—the cell phone in Song Yan’s pocket rang.

She looked down and saw it was Ximen.

"You're here?"

Song Yan seemed to have no idea that the situation was urgent and spoke calmly.

Ximen over there was already in a taxi. He was wearing a pair of wide black sunglasses to cover half of his face: "Is it true in Lingcheng Hospital?

In which ward?”

Song Yan talked about the location of Song Cheng's ward and reminded: "Liao Haifei may send someone to stare at me, maybe there are his people in the hospital, so be careful."

Ximen hooked his glasses and smiled casually: "Don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan raised her head, and everyone in the room looked at her with a strange look on her face.

Of course, the captain is excluded.

Even the middle-aged man was very surprised. Song Yan's voice was too calm. When she was talking to someone, her tone did not change. She seemed to be telling people that the weather was really good today.

Is this woman really not sure if the situation is urgent or stupid?

The middle-aged man couldn't help but pause and then reacted.

It doesn't matter if a fool is, and he won't mind this beautiful face.

The middle-aged man took a step forward, as if he wanted to catch Song Yan with his own hands.

Song Yan took the lead and walked towards the table.

He casually brushed the 20,000 yuan from the table to the ground, looked indifferent, then dragged out a chair and sat down. Song Yan lowered his head and opened his phone, then connected the notebook he brought over, and called out the surveillance screen that had just been sent to his hand.

Then start recovery.

"What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man has not reacted yet.

These people are not professionals, and the destruction surveillance method is rough. Song Yan recovers very quickly and is almost effortless. Upon hearing this, Song Yan raised his head, casually then leaned on the back of the chair, and spoke lightly: "Do you want to know?

Come and have a look.”

The middle-aged man looked down at Song Yan's extremely cold and seductive face.

His attention had changed at this moment.

Song Yan is still beautiful and charming, but for some reason, the evil thoughts in the middle-aged man's heart disappeared in an instant.

His legs moved uncontrollably, walked over and looked down at the screen of the laptop.

The above is a high-definition surveillance camera of the crime scene that has been destroyed by him.

The screen shows that he and several employees are tampering with each other on the machine tool where Song Cheng works, which is clearly visible.

In addition, there are several videos that have been ruined by him.

This includes the video of the director of the clothing factory finding him, asking him to tamper with, and asking him to follow him back to City A to process.

These are just mute images.

Song Yan glanced at the man, opened one of the videos casually, and lit the voice [Bayi Chinese website www.x81zw.me], and the clear conversation was transmitted through the laptop.

"Song Cheng is indeed talented and his clothes are very awesome. A partner accidentally saw his semi-finished product before, and once said that his future is limitless and even wanted to sign a contract with him directly."

The clothing factory manager said with his eyes narrowed.

Most of the spaces in the clothing factory are open, but due to brand requirements, they do not allow their clothes to be leaked in advance before they go public, so most of them are a brand and assigned to a workshop.

Song Cheng worked in a clothing factory, so he did not work on assembly lines, but helped to design how to make ready-made garments based on drawings, such technical work.

Song Yan's talent is obvious to all.

So many bosses paid attention to him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Since he is so outstanding, we might as well sign him up in advance so that the initiative is in our hands."

The middle-aged man stood aside with a respectful attitude and gave advice to the factory director.

But the factory manager shook his head: "I told him many times, but he disagreed because he said that his work is just overdoing now, and he will return to China after his studies are completed. Oh, it's your country."

After saying that, the factory manager glanced at the middle-aged man.
Chapter completed!