Sitting in the most conspicuous position, Song Tianmo stared at the huge screen on the wall of the conference room, casually listening to the people below making reports and analyzing various data.

I kept my phone in my hand.

"Feifei, what's wrong?"

"Angry?"

"What are you angry about?"

"Speak!"

"What do you hate about me?"

"Well, say it quickly, how do I know if you don't tell me!"

……

After more than ten minutes of the meeting, Song Tianmo had already sent nearly ten WeChat messages, but unfortunately, all the WeChat messages were like a stone in the sea, and Ling Feibao did not have a single one.

Looking at the mobile phone screen that had not moved, Song Tianmo's brows tightened more and more, and his expression became more and more cold.

After listening to the performance report of the sales manager, a small shareholder who was making suggestions saw Song Tianmo's increasingly heavy face, his heart jumped, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, thinking that Song Tianmo was dissatisfied with his fingers, so he smiled awkwardly, and immediately stopped, not daring to say anything more.

Speaking of the way of management, for the very young Song Tianmo, which shareholder of the company is not convinced? Song Tianmo strategized, in just a few years, the Song family became stronger and stronger, and every year they got rich dividends, he didn't want to let himself get carried away for a while, offend Song Tianmo, if there are any good investment opportunities in the future, Song Shao will definitely not think of himself.

How did Song Tianmo know that his cold face made the people in the conference room want to be crooked, and he stayed absentmindedly until the end of the meeting, regardless of the shareholders who wanted to come up to talk, he turned his head sideways and gave Li Chenyang a few words and immediately got up and walked out of the conference room, and drove the Maybach back to the imperial capital apartment.

Ling Fei was not in the apartment.

Aunt Li is cleaning up the living room.

Song Tianmo didn't see Ling Fei's figure, but found Ling Fei's mobile phone in the bedroom, as well as pillows thrown on the ground.

…

Ling Fei didn't return to the Imperial Capital Apartment until ten o'clock in the evening.

Dinner was also eaten out.

Song Tianmo was sitting in the living room watching a football game.

Ling Fei changed her shoes and went upstairs with her bag on her back without squinting, with a pretty face and no glance at Song Tianmo from the corner of her eyes.

Song Tianmo raised his eyebrows.

Although the game had reached a white-hot stage, he didn't have the heart to continue watching, and followed Ling Fei upstairs.

Ling Fei was extremely fast, she entered the bedroom and threw down her bag and entered the bathroom, and she deliberately locked the door in order to prevent someone from breaking in.

Through the frosted glass of the bathroom, Song Tianmo, who was leaning against the door, saw the vague figure inside, and his eyes darkened.

As soon as Ling Fei, who had finished washing, opened the door, she was pulled into her arms by Song Tianmo, who was guarding the door, and her slender waist was wrapped domineeringly with both hands, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and there was a faint smile on her handsome face.

"Coming back?"

Ling Fei was silent, looking at his nose and nose, and stretched out his hand to push him.

Song Tianmo seemed to hug her gently, but he also guarded against her move, where could Ling Fei push away, but Song Tianmo hugged her tighter.

"Let it go! I don't want to see you right now! Ling Fei, who couldn't push people away, finally spoke, glaring at him with a cold face.

Bastard!

Vile!

After thinking about it for so many hours, Ling Fei didn't know that Song Tianmo secretly postponed the start of filming "Lovers", and used means to quietly get her pregnant, definitely wanting to use pregnancy to make her automatically dispel the idea of filming again.

What a good way to do it!

She agreed to wait for the filming of this film to be a child, but she didn't expect him to agree and no longer object, but secretly used such means to force her to comply.

At this time, Ling Fei's bulging face was like a cute little bun. Song Tianmo chuckled. Reaching out and wanting to pinch Ling Fei's pretty face,

Ling Fei dodged on the side of his head.