Song Ziyu said in a deep voice, "After all, he is the father of my fiancée, so give him a chance." Otherwise, you know me, as long as I am a person who is harmful to me and has done things that are sorry for our company, I will not easily spare him. ”

"I understand." Wang Yu said in a snorting voice, looking like he had a big picture of the situation.

Song Ziyu missed Su Yunuo very much at this time, and wanted to listen to her clear voice and see what she looked like.

While coping with a few voices, he told him to do things well, and then he didn't have the patience to listen to Wang Yuning continue to be coquettish, so he hung up the phone.

Assistant Qin hurriedly lowered his head, lowering his sense of presence in front of him, but he had listened to the entire call. Assistant Qin trembled a little.

Song Ziyu hung up the phone, looked at Assistant Qin who was hanging his head low, and pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly. It has always been what he says, and he has not yet tolerated others and wronged himself.

"You go down first, get your materials ready for tomorrow, and prepare for tomorrow's interview." Song Ziyu said in a deep voice, "Tomorrow's interview is very important, it is the company's big cleansing, and the preparation for the next big move." ”

Assistant Qin nodded again and again, walked out of the office with a sigh of relief, and closed the door. Song Ziyu could even hear his breath of relaxation as he stepped out of the office.

He continued his work today's day with black lines on his face, and when he saw the photo on his desk, it was a picture of a little girl caught in a swamp under the blurred light and couldn't reach the sun, and he thoughtfully supported it.

"Desperate..."If so, this girl may indeed have nothing to do with them.

He put on his blazer, thought about it, and felt that it was too formal.

"Assistant Qin, get me a set of casual clothes."

Assistant Qin outside was stunned, his eyes widened, he hadn't seen what kind of casual clothes he, the president, was wearing.

Then he quickly took some of the things he had at hand, but never wore them. A hoodie and a pair of baggy sweatpants. In short, whatever the president says, he will do what he does, and do more with less talk.

In order not to cause random speculation among the people of the company or become their talking point, Song Ziyu decided to leave through another channel.

Assistant Qin followed behind him, glad that his boss had chosen such a path. Otherwise, he was really worried that he would be stared at by the whole company as soon as he left the office.

Today, people in the company have one more thing to talk about, and they will have some guesses about what kind of date he has, after all, no one has seen him wear casual clothes in the company.

If that's all it takes, it's fine, but a woman like Wang Yuning will definitely call to get to the bottom of it. Then the idea that my boss wanted to keep a low profile could not become a reality at all.

"Drive to the city center, Yan Yan's studio."

Assistant Qin immediately drove there. Looking at the outfit of his own boss, he can even exude youthful vigor at this age, and sure enough, handsome people are handsome in everything. He didn't have to guess what was going on.

"Drive seriously." Song Ziyu looked at Assistant Qin all the time and didn't concentrate on driving. He frowned and spoke.

Assistant Qin turned his head in disbelief. I heard an unhurried addition from the rear, "Wearing a suit to the studio will scare other little girls." ”

Assistant Qin nodded suddenly, understanding the intentions of his president.

It may be that he thinks that artists generally dress more casually. But as far as he knows, Yan Yan, a painter, is not an ordinary painter, and most of the auctions and art exhibitions he frequents are successful people, and his dress is relatively formal.

Looking at the appearance of the old god of this boss, he consciously closed his mouth.

"Mr. Song, it's here."

Song Ziyu got out of the car, and was used to folding his tie, and found that he was wearing casual clothes, and strode forward with some discomfort.

When he stepped out of the elevator door, he saw black and white paintings, one picture after another. I was also a little surprised for a while, and while walking, I felt this visual feast.

"Outsiders are generally not allowed to visit here, what are you here for?" Yan Yan saw a figure coming over from a distance, frowned, and asked.

Song Ziyu approached Yan Yan with a polite smile on his face, "Hello, I'm sorry to disturb you, I appreciate your paintings, if you take the liberty of it, please forgive me." ”

Yan Yan listened to these reasonable words, and his tightly furrowed brows were slightly relaxed.

Watching Song Ziyu approach, after seeing his appearance clearly, his pupils dilated for a while, and he retreated slightly.

"Miss Yan knows me?" Song Ziyu looked at Yan Yan with a little surprise.

Yan Yan had a cold face, looked at Song Ziyu, and said in a faint voice, "I didn't think that Mr. Song would make this kind of joke." Who doesn't know the famous name of Mr. Song? I'm not alone enough to hear of it. ”

"Then even if the two of us know each other, in that case, why does Miss Yan treat each other coldly?" Song Ziyu was still looking at Yan Yan with a smile, but in fact, his eyes were constantly observing her reaction.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you. I've always been like this, and the smile has been gone for years. Yan Yan looked at Song Ziyu lightly, "Dare to ask Mr. Song what is the important matter when he comes?" ”

Song Ziyu looked at the little girl in a black dress in front of him. The facial features are delicate and the skin is fair, but she doesn't look like she has any vitality and vitality, and she doesn't have the vigor that belongs to her age.

It even seemed a little sickly, and the whole person exuded a breath of despair.

"I'm here to talk to you. I sincerely want to communicate with you calmly. ”

Song Ziyu still had a smile on his face, but with a bit of sincerity. He rarely smiled at others like this, because he felt that the person did not deserve his friendly attitude, but the girl in front of him deserved it.

Yan Yan's eyes were a little softer. Her emotions can only be analyzed or felt from the slightest changes in her eyes and face.

"What do you know?"

"To be exact, I don't know much, but I'm speculating a lot, do you want to hear it? Or would I rather be a listener, you come and tell me. Song Ziyu watched her change and said with a relaxed demeanor as much as possible.

Yan Yan shook his head, "Sit down, there's a sofa there, I'll pour you some water, and we'll talk slowly." ”

As she spoke, she went to pick up a glass of water, and while handing it to Song Ziyu, she sighed, "Actually, I just made a promise, this matter can't be revealed to the outside world, absolutely not." ”

"And it's hard for me to accept it when I say it, I really want to tell you, I really want to face this reality, but deep down, it doesn't seem to allow it."

Song Ziyu looked at her fixedly, and said softly, "Actually, if you don't want to say it, I won't force it." But since you want to face it, then I must give you this opportunity, if you don't tell me, I will tell you my speculation. ”

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows rarely, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. "Then it looks like I'm going to have to get my first aid ready."

Song Ziyu was stunned, and Yan Yan immediately said, "I still know what kind of character Mr. Song is, come and guess my little thing, nine times out of ten." ”

Song Ziyu stared at him angrily, "I guess you're related to organ transplantation, right?" ”

Yan Yan's expression immediately tensed, and his breathing was a little short, as if he was about to run out of breath. She clutched her clothes tightly. Looking at his unfinished paintings, he nodded with difficulty.

Song Ziyu hurriedly patted her on the back and asked her to drink saliva and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Go ahead, it's okay." Yan Yan's voice was no longer as calm as usual, with a little trembling.

Song Ziyu looked at Yan Yan with a pale face, and was a little unbearable, but he still straightened his mind and continued.

"You met Song Jun eight years ago, in fact, your father knew him, you were just introduced to him because of the cause."

Song Ziyu looked at Yan Yan's little face, which had finally eased up, and became even more pale, and he was a little worried about whether he could continue.

"Your disease is a congenital heart disease. It is difficult to cure unless there is a suitable source of heart that can be transplanted. But that probability is very small, and the chance that the person who will die of some accident after finding it is even more slim to save the heart. ”

"And you didn't find the right heart until you were a teenager, and you were very weak and sick for more than a decade. And there are many physical limitations, often not being able to play with peers. ”

"That's why you love to draw." Song Ziyu hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at Yan Yan with a smile.

Yan Yan was stunned, breathed a sigh of relief, and took another sip of water relaxedly, "Thank you, you can continue." The front, almost no problems. ”

"When you were 15 years old, a man appeared, who was brought back by your father, who introduced you to each other, saying that he had found you a benefactor who matched your heart. But again, you have to keep it a secret all the time and don't let it out. ”

"It's also the opinion of the people on the donor side of the heart, who want their child to be alive in the world, but don't want to see who uses his heart."

"And the person who was brought back by your father and let you know is called Song Jun."

Yan Yan was silent for a long time and nodded. But it was a little strange, "You didn't guess this, right?" ”

Song Ziyu tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Of course." He saw Yan Yan's expression tightened, and shook his head, "It's the nanny who your family once dismissed said it." I haven't found out who originally owned the heart. ”

"It's a pity that when I was about to find out a key piece of information, the clue was broken."

A trace of regret flashed in Song Ziyu's eyes. "Not long afterward, you were scheduled to have surgery, and it was successful, and you were saved. ”

Yan Yan was silent, as if thinking about what Song Ziyu said. She nodded, shook her head again, and after a long time, said, "One thing, you're wrong. ”