After the second marriage, I acted weak in a wealthy family

Chapter 358

"After you go back, draft a share liquidation statement."

There was no room for Song Yan in He Biya's words. Song Yan nodded and his eyes felt lonely, "Song Yan, I have noticed it all these years. You have a good impression of him."

He Biya was pissed off, every time Li Yixiao came to have fun, Song Yan was the first to rush in, she faltered and asked Li Yixiao to drink water, He Biya could tell something was wrong at a glance, if For the guests who usually come, she doesn't deliver water herself, but invites others to drink. After all, she is also the leader of the company.

He Biya didn't want her to be difficult.

"Sister Xiaoya, I want to know what he did? You wouldn't do it for no reason."

Song Yan frowned, "Sister Xiaoya, I know what kind of person you are, I really have a crush on him, I know very well that he and I are far away, but one by one"

Song Yan paused, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth, "Song Yan, although we have worked together for many years, you have the right to choose, you can choose him, but I don't want you to put joy into crisis because of him , Maybe it’s selfish of me to say this, but I hope you can think clearly and give me an answer, not now.”

He Biya is leaving room for Song Yan. She doesn't know how much Li Yixiao holds in Song Yan's heart, but she doesn't want to be the one who restrains Song Yan. After all, she is still young and has a long way to go. Even if she Not happy, as a sister, she hopes she has a better future.

"Sister, I have made up my mind. I will stand by your side. I have imagined what it would be like if I were with him, but sister, I am not stupid. I have eyes to see clearly. In his heart, you are better than me. It's important, I'm an insignificant person, and what can I expect, it's more practical to think about how to get what is in front of me."

Song Yan closed his throat, He Biya glanced sideways at Fu Xiao who was in the ward, "The things in front of me are more practical!"

She repeated it in a murmur, and Song Yan stomped her feet, "What are you thinking, I'm not talking about him!"

Song Yan was a little annoyed, He Biya was looking over at Song Yan, "It's not him? Who is it? And you cook porridge for him yourself? Xiao Song, I've never had your porridge, have I?"

"Sister, why do I feel a little jealous when I hear your words?" Song Yan opened his eyes, raised his head slightly, and pursed his lips again, "Does brother-in-law know that you have this orientation?"

"You one by one" He Biya was speechless for a moment, "Sister Xiaoya, although I didn't cook porridge for you, I helped you take over Huanhuan, what do you mean by saying that?"

The rhetorical question, He Biya swallowed it again, and Song Yan also learned this trick, "Sister Xiaoya, he helped me that day, out of emotion and reason, I should thank him, if I was a ruthless People, the relationship between my sister and I will not last until now!"

Song Yan looked at He Biya with burning eyes, He Biya's heart tightened, and there was a little resentment in her eyes, "I think too much, I hope you can have a good home, happiness is not mine alone, but I don't want her to be your bondage, I hope you can confidently handle every decision-making moment in the future."

There was warmth in He Biya's eyes, and Song Yan nodded, "Today Li Yixiao asked me to choose whether to stand on his side or Liu Yi'an's side."

"Why, are Wuyou Gallery and Mingyao going to fight? Then I will naturally side with Mingyao. After all, Wuyou Gallery is just a gallery!"

Song Yan started talking nonsense, thinking carefully, how could they fight?

Her thought was simple, "Could it be that if he falls in love with you, he will threaten you with his life?"

Song Yan's head was running fast and her eyes were moving. She actually asked He Biya sadly, "Sister Xiaoya, suddenly I feel that you are liked by so many people is also an annoyance!"

He Biya sighed unbearably, "Do you put this kind of experience in your work? If you use this kind of cranky thinking in publicity, joy must be more interesting. Most of the audience of our pastries are still young. Big, tea drinker."

As soon as He Biya's painting style changed, he began to analyze, "Stop, stop! It's off-duty time, I won't listen, I won't listen!"

Song Yan covered his ears and shook his head, "Sister Xiaoya, if you do this again, I will start the timer, and then I will call the labor report phone number, so that we, Huanxiu, will become famous because of this incident!"

Song Yan said it clearly and logically, He Biya glanced at her, "Okay, okay, don't talk, you get things done, and Li Yixiao must sign after cleaning up, I just want to get rid of him quickly. "

Song Yan nodded, and Liu Yi'an came out suddenly, "Go in! Fu Xiao said he finished his porridge, and asked you to take the bowl back."

"Is the bowl clean?"

He Biya immediately grasped the point of the question, "I just finished drinking!"

Liu Yi'an answered honestly, "If you don't wash it, return it to Xiao Song?" He Biya was about to go in and teach Fu Xiao a lesson, but Liu Yi'an stopped her, "Why do you meddle in their affairs! Xiao Song, what do you want Fu Xiao to do? If he washes it, you can go in and talk about it yourself!"

He dragged He Biya and left. As soon as Song Yan entered, Fu Xiao had a cold face. As soon as Song Yan entered, he immediately said warmly, "Thank you for the porridge."

"You're welcome, you saved me, you should." Song Yan said while tidying up, remembering that He Biting said at the door that Fu Xiao should wash the dishes, she was actually not happy in her heart, why did sister Xiaoya care so much today.

"Ah!"

He Biya sneezed steadily, "Don't wear enough clothes?" Liu Yian took off his suit jacket and put it on He Biya's shoulders. In this clichéd plot, He Biya stood up and glanced at Liu Yian, "You Have you watched a lot of sweet dramas over the years?"

"What is a little sweet drama?" Liu Yi'an asked solemnly, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, and when he looked at the ground, he raised his head again, "Is it a TV drama?"

"Well, it's the kind of drama that talks about the love between the hero and the heroine is very sweet."

"Do you think we were not sweet enough when we were in love?"

Countless memories emerged from Liu Yi'an's milk sea, whether it was his or He Biya's, when they were intertwined, his heart seemed to be pulled by something. The word empathy was so strange before, how could it be possible?Everyone in this world is an individual, and no one can really feel the feelings of others.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" He Biya's eyes fell, and the two entered Liu Yi'an's ward. He Biya took off his coat and put it in his hand. He didn't return it to Liu Yi'an for a long time, and he held it tightly. He Biya thought for a while, then reasoned again.

(End of this chapter)