Mrs. Liang was silent, Song Xiang said what she was most afraid of.
If you leave, half of it will be lost. If you don’t leave, you might even lose half of it.
"But it's not necessarily true. After all, he is his biological son, and Young Master Liang is so outstanding. The Yan family in the Netherlands also has property. I will go back and talk to Mr. Yan, and directly hand it over to Young Master Liang. I will wait for him to work for two years and then he will be able to do it when he comes back."
The son has inherited his father's legacy." Song Xiang patted the back of Mrs. Liang's hand and said casually.
Mrs. Liang raised her head and grabbed her hand, "Mr. Song, are you serious?"
"Of course it's true." Song Xiang smiled and said, "I told Mr. Yan at noon that no one in the Netherlands is in charge, and such a huge industry is almost in ruins."
Mrs. Liang held her hand, suddenly looked at her intently, and slowly let go.
Neither of us are fools. After talking about this, we understand each other.
As soon as her husband gave Yan Han a hard time, Song Xiang came, and his intention to win over her was already obvious.
"Let me think about it."
"You should think about it carefully. This is a big deal." Song Xiang patted the back of the other party's hand and stood up.
"You are not in good condition, I will ask someone to take you back."
"Okay..." Mrs. Liang stood up with numb eyes.
Song Xiang helped the person out, watched the person get into the car, and then walked back.
I was thinking in my heart that Director Liang's marriage would be divorced sooner or later. Judging from the attitude of the mistress who was eager to get the upper hand, it was clear that Director Liang was under pressure both at home and outside.
She returned upstairs and found that the other party had already sat down, with a very magnanimous attitude, exactly like Mrs. Liang's attitude.
Song Xiang sneered in his heart and continued to chat without changing his expression.
Suddenly, someone patted her back.
She turned around and saw that it was Mrs. Guo who had been looking at her frequently just now.
"What's wrong with you?"
The other party wore very heavy makeup, but you could still tell that he was at least forty years old.
Her nails were painted bright red, and her body was full of dust.
"It's okay, I just look familiar to Mr. Song. If you look closely, he looks very much like a friend of mine."
Song Xiang thought the other party was trying to strike up a conversation and smiled casually.
Originally she just wanted to say a few words, but unexpectedly the other party sat down next to her and whispered: "Nan Qing, does Mr. Song know?"
Song Xiang felt vaguely familiar and shook his head, "Not too familiar."
The other party clicked her tongue and raised her hand to cover the lower half of her face, "Oh, I only looked at the upper half of her face. That's really scary. It looks so similar."
Song Xiang wanted to escape, but did not follow the other party's words.
Mrs. Guo pulled her and took out her mobile phone from her handbag.
"It's really fate. It turns out that aesthetics is also hereditary."
When Song Xiang heard this, he felt a little strange.
"What do you mean?"
The other party pulled out a photo from his phone and handed it to Song Xiang, "Look, does it look like it?"
Song Xiang glanced over and was stunned.
The photo is very blurry, probably from a long time ago. The girl is wearing a ponytail, sitting on the stage, holding a microphone in one hand, and the surrounding environment is complicated. It looks like a bar or something.
Mrs. Guo is right, just looking at the upper half of her face, it really looks like her.
"What do you mean by aesthetic inheritance?"
The other party covered his mouth and smiled, then leaned over and said, "This girl was with me back then, but was later taken away by Mr. Yan."
"Mr. Yan?"
"Strict, sincere, sincere."
Song Xiang was slightly surprised and looked at the photo again.
She suddenly became interested and wanted to ask a few more questions, but Mrs. Li suddenly called her.
I have no choice but to go there first.
"How do you talk to her?" Mrs. Li asked softly.
Song Xiang glanced at Mrs. Guo and asked, "What's wrong?"