Chapter 590
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A familiar note.
Once upon a time, Song Jingwan was still glad that the Song Yaoyao she hated did not look like her.
Until she saw Mu Wei …
Zhou Manli was out shopping and Song Rui was rarely at home.
Song Wen-chuan hung his jacket in his arm. As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Song Jingwan walking in with a sullen face.
"What's wrong with your hair? Did someone bully you? "
Song Jingwan paused. She clenched her fists and slowly raised her head.
Song Jingwan hadn't spoken to Song Wen-chuan for a long time after the argument at the hospital. It was undeniable that even now, Song Jingwan still resented him.
"Are you still angry?"
Song Wen-chuan facepalmed. He handed the jacket to the servant. "Wash it."
"If it's because of what happened last time, then I apologize. My words may be a little harsh, but Jingwan, I really think that the entertainment industry is not suitable for you. You are very outstanding, at least you can finish university. When you've settled down and matured, I won't stop you if you still want to be an actress. "
Because of these words, Song Jingwan felt a little better.
She pursed her lips, and a layer of mist quickly filled her eyes. Her voice was weak as she said, "But I … really like that industry. Brother, I haven't liked something so much in a long time. I promise that I won't fall behind in my studies. Can you help me? "
As long as Song Wen-chuan agreed, it would be a piece of cake for her to get the role of Mu Wei.
Song Wen-chuan closed his eyes. "There's no room for discussion. I won't help you. If you insist, I won't stop you. "
But Song Jingwan did not want to get any help from him. Song Wen-chuan's original intention was to let Song Jingwan back off. The college entrance examination was in a few months.
Although people like them did not care if she could get the top scorer of the college entrance examination. However, no matter which school it was, grades were the best stepping stone for success.
Even if she wanted to go to a foreign university, money was not enough to enter a higher education institution.
Was there no one who was more powerful than the Song family?
"Even if I beg you?"
Song Jingwan held back her tears. She was so angry that she laughed. "Even if I beg you to help me, you won't help me?"
"Jingwan —" Song Wen-chuan's Song Jingwan's Song Jingwan was a Song Jingwan's Xuan's, and then … "
"What! I don't need you.
She turned around with a sullen face and left without looking back.
No matter how Song Wen-chuan called her, she pretended not to hear him.
The servant who had worked in the Song family for more than ten years sighed and handed a note to Song Wen-chuan. "Young Master, this fell from your pocket. Hey … What's wrong with Second Miss recently? Young Master, did you quarrel with her? "
"Okay, I got it. You can go back to your work."
The servant nodded and left to do her work.
Song Wen-chuan was the only one left in the living room. He sat in his wheelchair and looked at the home he had lived in for more than twenty years. He suddenly felt a sense of strangeness.
He looked down and looked at the note. The familiar way it was folded made Song Wen-chuan feel a sense of absurdity.
From the beginning, he resisted and was irritated. Now, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
In fact, not much time had passed in between.
— To Song:
Your company's employees are really bad at doing things. I fired a few useless people for you. You're welcome.
Oh, also, use your money to invest and make a small profit. I'll take part of it. Count the rest as payment.
(End of Chapter)
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