Chapter 591
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A rebellious second personality
"Heh …"
Song Wen-chuan exhaled, pinched the space between his eyebrows, and called out, "Aunt Liu! Bring me a pen! "
When Aunt Liu walked over with a pen in her hand, she heard her young master muttering something under his breath. But looking at how he was gnashing his teeth, it was obviously not something good.
"You think you're the only one who knows how to write letters? Fine! Then I'll also … Wait! "Song Wen-chuan suddenly remembered," How did this bastard know my bank password? "
"Young Master, the pen."
Aunt Liu looked at him strangely and said, "Young Master, don't put too much pressure on yourself. You haven't recovered from your injuries yet, so it's best for you to have a good rest and recuperate! "
Song Wen-chuan: "…"
He rubbed his cheek and the corners of his mouth twitched. "I got it."
Looking at Aunt Liu's worried expression, Song Wen-chuan suddenly lost interest in eating. He turned around and entered the elevator.
When he returned to his room, he thought for a while and left a message on the back of the note.
[Don't interfere with my company's business!! Also, who allowed you to touch the money in my card?]
After he finished writing, he admired it for a while and then fell silent.
"This bastard's handwriting … is pretty good?"
Just from the handwriting alone, one could tell that the bastard in his body was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
However …
Song Wen-chuan put down his pen, found a mirror, and looked at his face.
Was it because he had never experienced the rebellious phase? Was that why the second personality didn't play by the rules and acted like a chuunibyou?
Hmm …
Of course, he had to admit that this chuunibyou was very capable at work.
He was only slightly stronger than him!
After thinking for a long time, Song Wen-chuan finally remembered what he had to do. He called his assistant. "Hello? Check the flow of funds in my account recently. Also, what project have I invested in recently? "
Ten minutes later …
Song Wen-chuan looked at the message from his assistant and fell silent.
You call that a small profit?
F * ck you, asshole!
…
After leaving the Song family, Song Jingwan went straight to Song Rui's company.
Song Rui was her last trump card. Unless she had no other choice, Song Jingwan didn't want to use it.
"What? You want to enter the entertainment industry?! No, I don't agree. "
In Song Rui's heart, Song Jingwan had always been a synonym for well-behaved and sensible. Moreover, she was very outstanding, which was enough for him to brag in front of his friends. And now, what did she come all the way to the company to say? She wanted to enter the entertainment industry?
"There's no room for discussion. I heard from your mother that your final results last semester dropped drastically. Jingwan, if you don't work hard, you'll be stepped on by others very soon! You're the daughter I'm most proud of. I don't want your studies to be affected because of these messy things. "
"Dad, listen to me first —"
Song Rui's reply was expected. Song Jingwan wasn't surprised. On the contrary, she was very calm.
"Dad, the influence on the Internet is beyond your imagination. I know a little about our company's situation. Dad, haven't you thought of changing? I know that you don't want me to enter the entertainment industry for my own good, but it's not the same anymore. Moreover, even if I enter the entertainment industry, don't I have Dad and Brother to protect me? With both of you around, who would dare to touch me? "
Song Rui's face darkened. "No matter what your reason is, no means no! There's no room for discussion! "
(End of chapter)
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