He Jianchen didn't embarrass Song Gezhi in the end, Jiamao's endorsement he instructed Vivian to push it.

Vivian especially didn't understand this kind of tossing and turning behavior, but who made He Jianchen the boss, she dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

But Song Gezhi was different, the first thing she learned about was to call and kill He Jianchen.

"He Jianchen, you are still a little conscious, do you realize that I, the pillar of Hopson International, are not easy to mess with, so I changed my mind and became a new person?"

She's triumphant now.

After all, He Jianchen is the one who said this, and opened the back door for her!

Although he was very happy in his heart, Song Gezhi's prejudice against He Jianchen was still there.

Small-bellied chicken intestines, black belly, profiteers......

That's how she summed him up.

“……”

He Jianchen was very speechless about Song Gezhi's attribute that he could open a dyeing workshop by giving a little color.

Thinking of something, he instructed her: "In the past two days, the acting teacher has come back to the door, studied hard, and checked the results on Monday." ”

"Oh. Song Gezhi replied listlessly.

She actually doesn't like acting classes very much, not that she doesn't want to be motivated and wants to eat with her face. It's because she always thinks that the acting teacher looks at her a little weirdly.

However, she would not say these words to He Jianchen.

On Monday, before He Jianchen could wait for the news collected by his subordinates, he was the first to receive a call from He Muqiu.

He frowned.

A call from He Muqiu is generally not a good thing.

Sure enough, as soon as he picked up the phone, the scolding from He Muqiu's side came from his head and face.

"He Jianchen, is it that I am giving you power now to make you get carried away, you are becoming more and more presumptuous now!"

"Father, what does this mean?" He Jianchen calmly agreed.

He's like that, angry or angry is silent, there's always only one expression on his face, no one can know what he's thinking.

He Muqiu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and his tone was angry: "Go home at night and say, I have to see your people at home tonight!"

He has been in a high position for too long, even in the face of He Jianchen, he is still high, and his speech is mostly commanding.

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

He Jianchen put down his phone, crossed his fingers against his chin, and closed his eyes.

He knew very well what He Muqiu was angry about.

"Jingle bell—"

The phone rings again.

He Jianchen opened his eyes, glanced at the screen, and then picked up: "Hey." ”

"Mr. He, all the people you sent to investigate Miss Song's incident were taken away by your father!"

"And your father won't allow us to investigate any further, or ...... Otherwise, we will be expelled from Hopson International. ”

Hearing this, He Jianchen frowned, and a furrow was squeezed out between his eyebrows.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Well, I see." ”

It turned out that his people were cut off by He Muqiu.

He hung up the phone, closed his eyes and opened them in an instant, his dark eyes fixed on a certain point in the distance.

In the evening, He Jianchen drove to the He family villa in Xijing Huayuan.

The exterior of the villa with a unique European style is a quaint atmosphere inside.

Crystal lamps on the ceiling are projected on the mahogany floor, complementing the mahogany carvings, and the air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

The middle-aged man sat on a leather sofa with his legs folded, his eyebrows full of anger.

"Follow me to the study!"

He Jianchen sneered in his heart, he wasn't going to let him eat the meal?

He followed behind He Muqiu in silence, and he didn't raise his head until the door of the study was slammed shut by He Muqiu angrily.

"Smack!"

As soon as He Muqiu turned around, he slapped He Jianchen in the face.

"Bastard, I warned you last time not to let you come nonsense, this time it's good, I directly smashed 20 million, just for the daughter of the Song family, are you crazy?"

He Jianchen raised his eyes, calm and calm: "It's just a normal business investment." ”

"Business investment?" He Muqiu snorted coldly and said, "He Jianchen, are you a fool for me?"

"You're my son!

He Jianchen was silent.

"What, don't argue?" He Muqiu looked at him silently, and said sharply, "Now you are still mobilizing people for her, you are really good." What's the matter, will you still be able to laugh for the Pomeranians in the future, the princes of the Beacon Theater?"

The naked sarcasm in his words made He Jianchen frown.

"Don't dare. He Jianchen looked indifferent: "It's just that the entertainment industry doesn't want my father to think so simply, and the protection and help for artists is just for long-term development." ”

"Oh?" He Muqiu: "Or did I misunderstand you?"

"No, it's because I'm not doing well, and I should have discussed it with my father before doing anything. ”

He Jianchen bowed his head slightly, very deferential.

"Humph!"

He Muqiu didn't bother to listen to him say these scenes.

"Since you know that you are not capable, let Xian for the time being, and I will let your eldest brother Chu Shi take your place. As for you......"

He paused, raised his eyes and looked at He Jianchen coldly, with a majestic expression: "Suspended for one month." ”

"Yes. ”

He Jianchen still looked indifferent, and his tone did not fluctuate at all.

It's not emotional at all.

"Then my father didn't have anything else to do, so I'll go back first. ”

After speaking, He Jianchen got up and left, his tall and handsome back was very decisive.

"Didn't you finally go home and see me?"

In the living room, a gentle female voice sounded behind He Jianchen.

He turned around, and a man he knew all too well appeared in front of him.

The curls of his ears were tugged in his ears, his gentle eyes fell on him, and his white fingers were holding the goblet at this time, looking pleasant.

"Mom. ”

He Jianchen bowed his head at her.

"Didn't you mention that you were engaged to Song Shuzhi, and now you don't even bother to see me?"

He Mu walked up to him and looked at him with gentle eyes, "Even if you don't want to mention that incident, there's no need to avoid me, right?"

"Nope. He Jianchen stepped forward and took the goblet from her hand, "My affairs, I just want to make my own decisions." ”

"Forget it, think about it again. ”

He Mu smiled gently, and touched the side of his face with one free hand, "How is that female artist?"

At the mention of Song Gezhi, He Jianchen's face changed: "It's still there, and it's a focus on training." ”

He replied truthfully.

He Mu's smiling face immediately collapsed, and her hand was taken away from his face, a little angry.

"What's so good about her? You have to protect her?"

"She's qualified. ”

"Forget it, let's go. ”

finally calmed down once, and He Mu didn't want to argue with him.

He Jianchen nodded.

saw the blue and black under her eyes, and she didn't look like she had a good rest at all.

He was concerned: "You pay more attention to your body. ”

"I probably saw her a few days ago, and I've been dreaming about the old things of the past lately, if it weren't for me, she wouldn't have ......"

"Mom, these things are in the past, don't think too much about it. ”

He Jianchen interrupted her, trying to comfort her emotions.

When it came to the events of that year, Mother He was very sorry and guilty, but even so, he couldn't accept that woman because of his mother.

He Mu nodded, then remembered something again, and said, "Your eldest brother will come back for dinner in a while, you can stay together." ”

"Nope. ”

He Jianchen decisively refused.