Su Wen played with her nails, and the words she said were like knives, all of which were inserted into Song He's heart, and her eyes were full of meaning.

The mother and daughter glanced at each other, today they were bound to drive Song He out of the Song family completely.

After getting along for so long, Su Wen certainly knew where Song He's pain was.

"Smack!"

Within two seconds of being proud, as soon as Su Wen's words were finished, Song He's slap fell on her face.

"You...... Okay, you little slut, you dare to beat me, see if I don't ...... today"

"Smack!"

The knife fell in his hand, and Song He's slap was even more crisp and sharp, without the slightest drag. Both faces, two slaps, just right.

"Su Wen, I don't allow you to talk about my mother like that! You're the shameless junior! If I listen to you again and say that my mother is not, I will immediately call my father and say that I have changed my mind, and then ask your good son-in-law to buy the Song family earlier. ”

Song He learned from Su Duo's previous appearance, rubbing the hand that hit people, with a cold light in his eyes.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she resolved that she would never tolerate the hateful mother and daughter again.

Su Wen covered her flushed face, as if she wanted to say something, her mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, and finally didn't say a word.

She was afraid of Song He's threat. It is important to drive away Song He, but it is even more important to keep the Song family's industry at this moment, since the Tang family has moved the Song family to buy it, it is definitely not something that Su Duo can solve in three or two sentences.

Watching Su's mother and daughter eat deflated, Song He was not as happy as he imagined. Song He's weak body didn't have the strength to entangle with them anymore, so he went back to his room, lay down on the familiar bed, and fell asleep grogily.

When Song He woke up, Yin Zheng was sitting in front of her window.

"Awake?"

"Hmm."

"I'll take you home."

"Okay."

The simple conversation made Song He's cold heart feel a trace of warmth. Song He's little bird snuggled up to Yin Zheng's chest like a human, and let Yin Zheng carry him downstairs.

"Mr. Yin, it's getting late, why don't you leave after dinner, I've already asked the kitchen to prepare a dinner." Looking at Yin Zheng who came down from the second floor, Father Song stepped forward busily with a flattering smile on his face.

"Not necessarily."

Yin Zheng walked directly past Father Song, and his tone was extremely cold.

From beginning to end, Yin Zheng didn't look at Father Song.

Yin Zheng drove, Song He kept his head down like a child who had done something wrong, peeking at Yin Zheng from time to time, and his eyes flashed, afraid of being discovered by Yin Zheng.

Along the way, Song He frowned, biting his lip tightly, and secretly entangled in his heart not knowing how to open his mouth to Yin Zheng to help the Song family.

As everyone knows, all her small movements and every micro-expression on her face fell into Yin Zheng's eyes until she returned to the villa.

"Help me at the company tomorrow." At the dining table, Yin Zheng looked at Song He, who obviously had a poor appetite, and suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Song He was startled, the chopsticks in his hand almost fell to the ground, and asked suspiciously, "Why did you ask me to help you?" ”

"As the eldest grandson and eldest daughter-in-law of the Yin family, you naturally have the obligation to help me." Yin Zheng looked at Song He and replied disapprerovingly, but within two seconds, Yin Zheng paused and continued: "If you perform well within this month, I can grant you a request, including helping the Song family survive the crisis." ”

"Really?" Song He put down his chopsticks excitedly, his eyes staring at Yin Zheng, as if he was afraid that he would regret it in the next second.

"Being my secretary is not as easy as you think, and I won't help you in the company." Looking at Song He's excited appearance, Yin Zheng felt inexplicably irritable in his heart, and the temperature of his tone couldn't help but drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

This stupid woman has been sold by others and has to count the money for others!

"Don't worry, I won't let you down." Song He didn't seem to notice the change in Yin Zheng's mood, but he was still excited.

The dinner was hastily over, Yin Zheng's anger was still not gone, and he was afraid of hurting Song He, so he had to go to the study and let a lot of work force him to calm down.

In other words, since he met Song He, it seems that his emotions are easily unstable.

Maybe Song He's reflex arc was too long, at this moment, she hadn't noticed Yin Zheng's little emotions, and happily chose the clothes to wear to work tomorrow in the locker room.

Well, on the first day of work, you must not embarrass Yin Zheng.

The next day, Song He got up early again. Although Yin Zheng said that he would not help himself in the company, Song He still carefully prepared a breakfast for Yin Zheng.

In addition to the ingredient of pleasing the top boss, Song He also wanted to adapt to the identity of Mrs. Yin as soon as possible, after all, the two of them had already received the certificate, so they had to settle down.

"This dress doesn't suit you, go change it into pants."

Yin Zheng, who had just come downstairs, looked at Song He's short skirt that was less than her knees, her heart tightened, and she said with a dark face, her tone was extremely cold.

How could his woman be so attractive outside? This kind of clothing can only be worn by him alone!

"But that's how the secretaries on TV wear it." Song He looked at his clothes again, with an expression of "don't bully me for not going to work".

"I'm the boss, I will change it when I say it!" Yin Zheng was furious, and even regretted letting this little rabbit go to the company.

This kind of stunner should be kept at home as a canary.

So, under Yin Zheng's cold and ice-like gaze, Song He had no choice but to change into a white shirt and light-colored jeans.

Because Song He didn't want to expose his identity as Mrs. Yin, the two had to go separately and drive to the company, arriving at the Yin Group one after the other.

"Hello Miss Song, I'm Chen Che." Chen Che stood at the front desk on the first floor and looked at Song He who came with a respectful expression.

Others don't know Song He's true identity, but she knows it clearly, where dare she be a little snub to Song He.

For a while, the eyes of everyone on the entire first floor converged on Song He alone. Everyone knows that Chen Che represents Yin Zheng, this airborne soldier, it seems that the beginning is not small.

"Hello, Miss Chen, I'm Song He, and I'm here to report today." Despite the critical gazes around him, Song He still maintained a calm face.

"Secretary Song, Mr. Yin instructed me to take you to visit our company first, please come with me."

Looking at Song He's calm appearance, Chen Che's eyes had a hint of appreciation and expectation.

Perhaps her president's wife is also a not simple figure.

With Chen Che by his side, although the company's colleagues were a little unaccustomed to Song He, an airborne soldier, they dared not speak out.