If something really happened, the Song family father and daughter would still hold each other together.
The right side of Jiang Luo's face was raised high, and he gritted his teeth and went upstairs with tears in his eyes.
Song Yayue sat on the sofa with her arms folded and looked irritable, cursing in her mouth, "This Luo Wanqing is really not a thing, how dare you keep such a hand."
As she spoke, Song Yayue stood by Song Changheng's side with completely wrong views, even though what Song Changheng did was worse than a beast.
It's truly a nest of snakes and rats.
She raised her eyes and said, "Dad, what should I do?"
"Since Luo Wanqing doesn't want me to have an easy time, then no one else should have an easy time."
Song Changheng grunted angrily and walked upstairs. He rushed into the study angrily and opened the encrypted folder.
Can...
The empty white screen came into view. Song Changheng refreshed the folder several times and found that the folder was empty.
"Please."
The words Luo Wanqing said before hanging up the phone suddenly came to mind. Song Changheng's hand holding the mouse suddenly exerted force, and the mouse made a crunching sound.
He slammed the mouse on the table, "Damn it, this bitch has already planned it."
Standing up straight, Song Changheng found a phone number in his address book.
"Hey, I ordered a batch of CDs from you before. Are they ready?"
"not yet?"
"What about the original? Send me a copy via WeChat."
Ten minutes later, Song Changheng looked at the sentence "cannot be found" in the WeChat dialog box, and then looked at the backup of his mobile phone that had disappeared.
He collapsed on the small sofa in the study room, his brows and eyes full of anger.
Damn it! Damn it!
"Rumble--"
There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and Jincheng, which was in ambush, was hit by a thunderstorm for the first time.
The dawn, which was already bright, was now in chaos, without a trace of light.
Song Changheng raised his eyelids dejectedly, feeling an inexplicable sense of foreboding that the world was about to change.
The next day.
In the early hours of last night, God started pouring pots of water down. Until early in the morning, the entire Jincheng was still stuck in the gloomy rainy sky.
The ground is muddy, the wind and rain are blowing, and the humid weather invades the bone marrow, making people feel sticky and irritable.
Even in such bad weather, the door of Song's house was crowded with people, mostly reporters with long guns and short cannons. Their trousers were all soaked, and they were huddled under umbrellas holding their precious cameras.
In the heavy rain, facing the siege of reporters, the Song family seemed like a pool of stagnant water. No one came out the whole morning.
Not far away, in a parked car, Su Mu was sitting in the passenger seat, with his right elbow resting on the window of the car and half of his head tilted.
"The Song family won't stay in there all their lives."
He didn't sleep all night last night, and Luo Wanqing felt a little sleepy on his face.
But it still did not hinder the clarity in her eyes. Luo Wanqing did not raise her hand, but lowered her eyes to pay attention to the public opinion on Weibo, and spoke slowly.
"It's just a dying struggle."
"Tsk." Su Mu let out a long yawn, stretched out his hand, and took Luo Wanqing's little doll into his arms from the back seat.
"You brought me to see this early in the morning."
Su Mu shrank his neck, "When I received your call, I thought you had a conscience and wanted to treat me to dinner, so I changed my clothes and went out half way through my sleep."
"I'll invite you."
Luo Wanqing smiled leisurely, "I just took you to the north of the city and signed the contract."
Su Mu frowned and said, "I haven't promised you yet that I will become a Living Buddha with you."
Seeing Luo Wanqing scratching the screen without speaking, Su Mu had no choice but to bow his head in resignation.
"The robbery contract, that's all, accept it."
Suddenly.
There was a sound of chaos outside the car. Luo Wanqing raised his eyes and saw Song Changheng walking out in a suit with a serious face.
He had specially washed himself today and looked decent and suitable. He was completely different from the person he was yesterday.
If Luo Wanqing had not seen his true appearance, he would have been deceived by his appearance.
As soon as Song Changheng came out, a group of reporters surrounded him at the door.
He wanted to hit Song Changheng in the face, but the latter pressed down the camera one by one and smiled warmly.
"I believe you have all heard about what happened on Weibo last night. The whole night yesterday, my family and I were upset because of this mistake."
"I, Song Changheng, have been in business for decades. I have always abided by laws and regulations, never evaded taxes, and focused on charity. My colleagues in the circle know what kind of person I am."
As he finished speaking, Song Changheng's eyebrows raised and he spoke seriously.
"Regarding last night's incident, I, Song Changheng, will express my position today. I am not afraid of shadows. I welcome the police to come to my home to investigate and collect evidence. If there is any problem with me, Song Changheng, I am willing to bear all legal responsibilities."
Ever since Song Changheng came out, his answers have been flawless.
Now the reporter opened his mouth, but didn't know what to ask.
Seeing this, Song Changheng added, "The Song family is going to hold a clarification meeting. All journalists can go back and sort out the manuscripts. The Song family welcomes you all."
Just say it.
Song Changheng turned around and spoke to the housekeeper, "In order to help the Song family clarify, my journalist friends stayed here early in the rainy morning, hoping to get my answer."
"They have worked hard. Remember to find a special car to send your journalist friends back properly. Don't neglect everyone."
The good-guy image that he always pretended to be in the circle, as well as the special car pick-up and drop-off measures, immediately made Song Changheng favorable by many reporters.
For a time, as the housekeeper cleared the air, the reporters dispersed one after another.
Su Mu looked at it from a distance and said twice, "Song Changheng is really good at smoothing things over."
After saying this, he looked sideways at the person beside him, "Are we still squatting?"
Resting her elbows on the car window frame, Luo Wanqing's lowered eyes were quite penetrating.
After a moment, she raised her chin and her tone was cold and affirmative.
"Song Changheng can't be so confident. According to his temperament, unless..."
In Su Mu's probing eyes, Luo Wanqing was determined.
"Unless he has already found a way out, and it is a foolproof way out."
Luo Wanqing let out a long sigh of relief as her little hands tightened on the steering wheel.
"Ask a few more of your people to squat, and report any situation immediately."
"According to my guess, Song Changheng will definitely take action in these two days."
"become."
Pressing the accelerator, Luo Wanqing drove away with Su Mu.
She had other things to do today and couldn't spend all her time with Song Changheng.
After leaving the door of Song's house, the atmosphere in the car obviously relaxed a lot.
Looking sideways, he saw that Luo Wanqing's face was still tense, and Su Mu couldn't help but open his mouth to adjust the atmosphere.
"I'm such a good person to accompany you. What are you planning to treat me to today?"
"canteen."
Su Mu raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, "Can't such a big favor be exchanged for a luxurious feast?"
Luo Wanqing raised her eyelids and glanced at him lightly, "I am selling you a favor by letting you participate in the project in the north of the city."
Su Mu, "...?"
"Although you have done well in the past few months, you are not outstanding enough. Having charity projects in hand can help you quickly gain a better reputation as a deputy director."