Chapter 965
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Father and Daughter CP
Pan Shiyu had debuted for so many years without any scandals and was unswervingly loyal to his wife. His fans also felt sorry for him.
[Just look at Teacher Pan's eyes. She definitely likes children.]
[Who wouldn't like someone like Song Yaoyao? My parents keep talking about Song Yaoyao, the top scorer in the college entrance examination! Can't you learn from her? She's a typical example of other people's children.]
[If Teacher Pan also had children, how much would she dote on them?]
[Ai, Teacher Pan is so pitiful. Looking at how she's been sponsoring the orphanage all these years, you can tell that she really likes children. What a pity …]
The fans would never have imagined that what they were talking about would come true one by one in the future.
After this storm, Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou also went back to school.
In the WeChat work group, Meng Qiqi complained incessantly every day.
After being seduced by Song Yaoyao back then, she had started to teach herself photography, and later signed up for classes.
Now, she had to study and work in the studio at the same time, and was so busy every day that she went bald.
Song Yaoyao calmly comforted her and urged them back to work. When she raised her head, she met Tang Xinrou's admiring gaze.
She was dazed. "What?"
Tang Xinrou: "Baby, I didn't know that you had the potential to be a profiteer!"
Song Yaoyao: "I gave them a raise."
A profiteer wouldn't do that!
Tang Xinrou was speechless.
After class, the two of them went back to the dormitory together.
As soon as they entered, Song Yaoyao's phone rang.
Tang Xinrou inadvertently glanced at the caller ID and was stunned. "Xing Jiang? He still has the nerve to call? "
It was obvious that Tang Xinrou didn't believe that Xing Jiang didn't know. After all, that explanation was too lame, and anyone with a brain wouldn't believe it.
But sometimes, what seemed the most impossible was actually the truth.
"Director Xing, what's the matter?"
"Hello, Miss Song."
On the other end of the line, Xing Jiang's voice couldn't hide his tiredness.
"I'm sorry that I'm only apologizing now. I didn't want to disturb you, so I sent you a message earlier. Did you see it?"
"Hmm?"
Song Yaoyao returned to the message bar and saw that there were more than ten unread messages in her mailbox.
After looking through it, she knew why Xing Jiang was looking for her.
"I've already asked someone to investigate this matter. Director Xing's ability is obvious to all. If you leave the TV station, have you considered changing your workplace?"
Xing Jiang was stunned. "What?"
"I'll send my assistant to discuss the details with you. Please wait patiently."
After hanging up the phone, Tang Xinrou was puzzled. "Yaoyao, you want to sign him?"
"Yes."
"Why? Aren't you afraid that he'll trick you again? "
"It wasn't him."
"What the —" Tang Xinrou was shocked. "Such a clichéd and low-level trick actually exists?"
"My restaurant is their channel's most profitable program. It's normal for people to be jealous."
The appearance of Song Yaoyao and Luo Xingguang gave people an opportunity to take advantage of.
It was best to provoke public opinion and anger Huo Yunque. If he was jealous, these people naturally wouldn't let any of them off.
If Xing Jiang became the scapegoat, the leaders of the TV station would naturally replace him immediately and then replace him with their own trusted aides.
"I really didn't expect it." Tang Xinrou sighed. "No wonder my brother always said that the business world is like a battlefield."
Everyone deceived each other and fought endlessly.
"Maybe leaving is the starting point?"
Song Yaoyao blinked and smiled sweetly and innocently.
She walked into the bathroom and made an overseas call at the same time.
A familiar female voice sounded, and it couldn't hide her surprise.
"Miss Song? How have you been recently? "
(End of chapter)
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