Song Xiaoxiao's hot search on Weibo was naturally seen by the people of Yingfeng.

In the office, Chen Qiaoan sat on the leather chair with his legs together and slightly oblique, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other, his sharp eyes emitted a sharp light and locked the mobile phone screen tightly, looking at the people on the screen.

Ah Shui naturally knew about this, and stood silent, occasionally glancing at Chen Qiaoan, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ah Shui, how is the matter going?" Chen Qiaoan suddenly spoke.

"Young Master, what did you say?"

"Song Xiaoxiao. I think you're getting more and more regressive. Chen Qiaoan couldn't help but say coldly.

"Don't blame me for this, it's obvious that I investigated the car accident first, how do I know that the young master doesn't follow common sense, but cares about Miss Song." Ah Shui said aggrievedly.

"I see that your guts are getting fatter and fatter, even I dare to ridicule!"

"Don't dare, young master, I was wrong." Ah Shui's words are serious, and his eyes are straight.

"Song Xiaoxiao, his father died at an early age, he was raised by his mother Lin Jiahui, and there is a childhood sweetheart who is Song Sheng, the young master of the Song family, who is a racing driver, but loves Song Xiaoxiao. Due to family relations, Song Xiaoxiao does not have a particularly good friend, and it is also in our company that there is a very good personnel friend Liu Cheng, who advanced part of his salary last month and went back to his hometown, it is said that it was because of the death of his grandfather. By the way, some time ago, my mother was also hospitalized because of illness. Song Xiaoxiao was diagnosed with terminal cancer by the People's Hospital before, but suddenly recovered, which is still a mystery to this day. ”

After Ah Shui finished speaking, he glanced at Chen Qiao'an and found that his young master was really a 10,000-year-old iceberg face, and there was no fluctuation at all.

"What is the purpose of such a person?" Chen Qiaoan stared at his phone, listening to Ah Shui's report, and couldn't help but ask.

"At present, Song Xiaoxiao has nothing to do, but everything must be careful, we are currently at a critical moment, and it is good to pay more attention." Ah Shui then spoke.

"What's going on on Weibo, didn't the doctor diagnose and recover yesterday?"

"Young master, I'll check it out." Ahui's reply.

"Alright, you can go now."

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Okay, young master." Ah Shui glanced at Chen Qiaoan with a different color, and then walked out of the office with relief.

The young master of his own family seems to be slowly recovering, and Ah Shui is really afraid that he will be injured for many years and become a real cold-blooded president.

Fortunately now, I know how to care for my subordinates, although it seems that Song Xiaoxiao is a little different from others, and I will pay attention to it, I will ridicule it, I will care about it, I will scold, but it is different.

Chen Qiaoan looked at this Weibo over and over again, no less than dozens of times.

Why did she cry, why did she sit on the ground and cry so sadly, thinking about Song Xiaoxiao's plain little face and the wound on her forehead, Chen Qiaoan became uneasy.

Just in the photo, it seems that there is no gauze!

Did she tear it down herself? I just got injured and I dismantled it myself, is it for the sake of looking good?

Chen Qiaoan, who thought like this, was angry!

Is life important or face important, why is this Song Xiaoxiao so confused, he is not afraid of wound infection for the sake of looking good, is he really such a vain person?

Chen Qiaoan didn't realize that because of such a trivial matter, he became irritable, and he probably didn't want to admit it.