Bai Jiyan also echoed Fang Ci's opinion and said, "Yes, boss, have you figured out who to fill in the vacancy?" This candidate is very crucial! ”

Song Xun raised his feet and walked out of the door of the study, and his steps were so leisurely and leisurely.

"Ah Xun? Why are you going? Fang Ci followed and asked, "Haven't things been discussed?" ”

Bai Jiyan was also like a fart in the back: "Boss, why don't I go back to the company now to convene a meeting of senior executives?" ”

"Meeting? Let them go and defeat Song Qingyun? What's going on in your head? ”

Song Xun walked downstairs by himself, and when he arrived in the living room on the first floor, he turned around and shouted: "Mom, where do you store your grandfather's things?" ”

"What's wrong in the room?" Fang Ci flipped through the key and gave it to Song Xun.

"I miss my grandfather, find his things out to remember."

Seeing the yellowed testament just now, it reminded Song Xun of his grandfather and father.

Putting aside the big things and not discussing, he went into the secluded room inside, rummaging through old things.

"These sundries haven't been touched for a long time, they're all dust, Ah Xun, don't turn it over, tomorrow I'll ask the Filipino maid to tidy it up first, and then you can turn it over?"

Fang Ci knew that Song Xun had a habit of cleanliness and a little bit of dust, and he was obviously not allergic after contact, but he would feel uncomfortable.

How did he know that today's old lady's testament provoked his thoughts, and he was willing to suck the dust and rummage through old things, and after a while, he estimated that he would have to take a bath three more times.

Song Xun uncharacteristically did not listen to Fang Ci's advice, and turned out a lot of antiques in a pile of miscellaneous items: "When I was a child, I didn't know how to read these things, and I didn't like to play, but now I turn them out and take a look, it's really a treasure." ”

Bai Jiyan took a closer look: "Wow! Isn't this a landscape painting by the monk Shi Tao? Genuine or parallel? ”

"Roll the edges! Can my grandfather's stuff be a fake? Song Xun rolled his eyes at Bai Jiyan.

"Don't get out! If this painting is given to me, it will be developed! Bai Jiyan squeezed forward without a beating.

One was not paying attention, stepping on the round debris under his feet, and fell into a pile of debris with a "plop", and the mountains of old objects on both sides were crumbling to the ground.

Bai Jiyan just wanted to get up from the ground, but the debris on both sides fell down like a sea of debris, burying the person inside.

"Phew! Bah! Bai Jiyan ate dust under the debris, and the urn shouted for help angrily: "Help!" Big Lady? Boss? Calling the bodyguards to come in and move away, I can't get up, I'm about to be crushed to death! ”

When Fang Ci saw that Bai Jiyan was buried under the debris, he hurriedly went out to the door and called the bodyguards.

Song Xun watched Bai Jiyan, a fool, hit the street, and was angry: "I haven't said that you broke these relics, and you have the face to shout for help?" ”

"Am I wrong? Human life is a matter of heaven, if I hang up like this, who will saddle you in the future? ”

"It's coming, it's coming!" Fang Ci led the bodyguard in and hurriedly ordered: "Quick, move the things away, don't suffocate Assistant Bai for a while!" ”

Several bodyguards crowded in and began to move things one by one.

Song Xun couldn't stand the dust they tossed, went out to the living room, found a mask to put on, and walked in again.

Sure enough, there are many people who are easy to do, so after wearing a mask for a while, the sundries on Bai Jiyan's body were all removed, and the bodyguards pulled Bai Jiyan out from underneath, and he was dirty like a refugee.

"Bai Jiyan! You've made such a mess of my room, you're allowed to put it back in place tonight! Song Xun looked at the mess all over the ground and said hatefully.

Bai Jiyan immediately lay back: "Then I still can't get up!" Hey, brother? Re-cover me with the clutter! ”

Song Xun couldn't bear it, Bai Jiyan dared to be a scoundrel than him, and he grabbed Bai Jiyan in the past: "You crushed my grandfather's things, don't you want the dog's life?" ”

As soon as he let go, Bai Jiyan sat down with a "bang".

"Get up, get out!"

"I'm sorry!" Bai Jiyan relied on his opportunity to play a scoundrel, and wanted to play back at once.

Song Xun stared at Bai Jiyan's buttocks, impatient: "Hurry up and roll me out, I'll see what's sitting under your buttocks!" ”

Only then did Bai Jiyan find that he seemed to be sitting on something very flat, and looked down: "It's an old wooden box, it's quite stable, and it's not sitting!" ”

Fang Ci helplessly looked at Song Xun and Bai Jiyan arguing: "Inside that box are your father's old letters, nothing valuable, why don't you move out and burn them, so as not to see the old sadness!" ”

Bai Jiyan bent down very actively to drag the box out, it was quite big, at least as big as an ordinary family's suitcase, and he was so tired that he was out of breath.

"Keep it! Don't burn, I've never seen it! ”

Song Xun drove Bai Jiyan away, and when he saw that the box was unlocked, he squatted down to open it, flipping through the letters that had not seen the light of day for twenty years, looking at them one by one.

Fang Ci didn't want to see things and think about people, so he sighed and walked to the baby's room to see the empty crib.

The bodyguards saw that Song Xun was fascinated, and they didn't have anything to do, and they also exited the room one by one.

Bai Jiyan quietly took the landscape painting just now in his arms and went to the living room to dream of making a fortune.

Everyone was busy, and the villa returned to tranquility.

The bodyguard who had just walked out of the garden to inspect walked in again and said to Bai Jiyan, "Assistant Bai, someone outside is looking for Mr. Song." ”

Bai Jiyan was holding a magnifying glass that had been turned out of nowhere, and was observing the famous landscape paintings inch by inch, and asked absentmindedly: "Who?" Big night, the boss is not available. ”

"It's the Han family!"

Bai Jiyan was stunned: "Miss Han or Second Young Master Han?" ”

The bodyguard whispered: "Neither, it's Han Dong." ”

Hearing that it was Han Baiyang, Bai Jiyan dropped the magnifying glass and the famous paintings that could be developed, and hurriedly ran into the room inside.

Song Xun was looking at the stacks of papers very intently.

Bai Jiyan hesitated and said, "Boss, Han Dong is visiting, do you see it?" ”

Song Xun was stunned: "Han Dong? ”

"Yes!" Bai Jiyan nodded and said, "People are outside the garden." ”

Song Xun paused, put the letter in his hand back into the old wooden box, patted the dust on his palm and got up and said, "I'll go take a bath, you can entertain first." ”

"Okay!" Bai Jiyan happily ran out of the living room, went straight to the outside of the garden, and shouted loudly: "Han Dong, please come in!" Mr. Song is taking a shower upstairs, and he will come down in a while! ”

Han Baiyang was alone, his slightly hunched figure looked a little lonely under the street lamp, and when he heard Bai Jiyan's greeting, he understood that Song Xun did not refuse to enter himself, and the burden in his heart was reduced a lot.

Said politely: "Thank you Assistant Bai, sorry for the interruption!" ”

"Han Dong, don't say that, it's all a family, let Mr. Song know, you have to blame me!" Bai Jiyan's sycophants snapped loudly.

Han Baiyang heard Bai Jiyan's polite words, and his face was very embarrassed: "I'm ashamed!" ”