The mobile phone in Song Qingchun's palm vibrated again.

Song Qingchun retracted his gaze looking at Su Zhinian, lowered his head, and clicked on the text message.

Su Zhinian sent two jokes.

Song Qingchun's laughter has never been high, but at this time, because of Xiao Sesame, staring at these two jokes that can definitely make him laugh on weekdays, he didn't laugh at all.

Su Zhinian, who was not far away, had been paying attention to her, seeing that she was not smiling, he tirelessly sent her one joke after another.

His actions warmed her heart.

When she saw the twelfth joke he sent, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips and laugh shallowly.

Seeing her laughing, he finally stopped making jokes, stared at her slightly drooping side face, looked at her quietly for a moment, lowered his eyes, and casually coped with the greetings of the people around him, while sending her a sentence: "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you when you're sad." ”

Song Qingchun looked at this text message, and the smile in his eyes was gradually replaced by moistness.

No matter how close he and her were in private, in front of people, he and she could only look at each other from a distance.

They are always separated by a heavy crowd, not like other couples or lovers, but they stand side by side and accompany each other openly.

Just like at this time, she was very sad, but he couldn't walk up to her in front of her and give her a comforting hug in front of everyone like other women relied on, he could only choose a way that others couldn't see and text her.

How sweet the love between him and her is when there are only the two of them, then how sad it is at this time.

……

At half past nine, the anniversary celebration began on time.

The well-known host specially invited by Song's enterprise stood on the brightly lit stage, held the microphone, and spoke the opening speech with emotion: "Gentlemen, ladies, please be quiet." ”

The originally noisy scene became silent in an instant.

"Next, we have Mr. Song Menghua, chairman of Song's enterprise!" The host smiled and made a gesture of please to the audience, and then took the lead and applauded.

In the midst of the surging applause, Song Menghua held a cane and walked onto the stage with the support of the housekeeper. Long shh

Song Menghua stood in the center of the stage, the white chasing light, and around him, there was a circle of bright light.

He held the cane in both hands, forgot about the guests, and waited until the applause began to turn smaller, before clearing his throat, and then the whole scene was silent for an instant, and Song Menghua spoke into the microphone: "Good evening, everyone, I am glad that everyone took time out of their busy schedules to participate in the anniversary celebration of Song's enterprise." ”

"Standing here today, I want to announce something very important."

"Everyone knows that my body is getting worse day by day, so the first thing I want to say is that from now on, I officially resign from the position of chairman of Song's enterprise, and this position is ......"

Song Menghua paused deliberately, and the whole audience fell to Song Qingchun, the only successor of Song's enterprise at this time.

“…… My long-lost son, CEO of Su's Enterprise, was taken over by Mr. Su Zhinian. ”

The originally quiet atmosphere of the scene became a little commotion.

The media reporters who were stopped by the security guards in the outermost ring desperately pressed the shutter of the camera, and with the sound of clicking, countless flashes lit up.