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Zhao Shaokang smiled: "It's not you who proposed to rent the land for a long time. We don't even have the capital to negotiate. Of course you are smarter."

Song Xiaoran curled her lips proudly and pointed behind her: "We've already passed the bus stop."

Zhao Shaokang pulled Song Xiaoran around and said, "Then we can go back."

The two of them were walking under the street lights and had almost finished talking about work. At this moment, they both kept silent.

Although quiet, when the two people's eyes touched, they both smiled knowingly, and there was a sweetness in their hearts.

"Oh, we've passed again." Song Xiaoran expressed her annoyance softly.

Zhao Shaokang smiled, put his arm around Song Xiaoran's shoulders and turned around again.

"Zhao Shaokang, you can't miss it again this time, or you won't be able to catch the last train." Song Xiaoran reminded with a smile.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Shaokang responded softly.

After a while, Song Xiaoran exclaimed: "...we passed by again. Huh? Could it be that the last bus to your house was the one that passed by?"

Zhao Shaokang nodded: "It seems so."

Song Xiaoran was anxious: "Then why don't you chase me!"

Zhao Shaokang smiled: "There's no rush. In fact, I can just find a bus going to the city and then take a taxi home."

Song Xiaoran nodded and thought to himself, it's not easy to call a taxi here in Dachang Living Area, it would be much more convenient just a few stops ahead.

Zhao Shaokang estimated the time and said gently: "So we can still stay together for half an hour."

Song Xiaoran rolled her eyes at him: "...As for you, we will meet again tomorrow."

Zhao Shaokang said his love words seriously: "Of course, it will be good to be with you for one more minute and one second."

Although Song Xiaoran felt sweet in her heart, she still made a trembling gesture: "Zhao Shaokang, I'm getting goosebumps!"

Zhao Shaokang stopped and held Song Xiaoran's arm: "Hey, let me give you a breath."

Song Xiaoran blushed and said, "Humph, gangster! Why didn't you be locked up earlier?"

Zhao Shaokang smiled and said: "That's because I didn't know you at that time."

Song Xiaoran threw Zhao Shaokang's hand away: "You go quickly! Xinxin is still waiting at home. You are allowed to ride to pick me up from work tomorrow morning."

Zhao Shaokang was happy when he heard this: "Okay. But why don't you sleep in? You won't be busy at work tomorrow morning."

Song Xiaoran lectured: "How can young people think about sleeping in every day? They should focus on their career."

Zhao Shaokang scratched his head after hearing this.

Song Xiaoran laughed and said softly: "Hey, I heard that there is a beef soup shop near our company that only sells breakfast. While focusing on work, I stopped by to have a taste."

Now Zhao Shaokang was no longer surprised: "Okay, then it's settled. I'll take you home first, and then get out in the car."

"No, it's only a few steps away. I can go back by myself. If you send me back again, I won't give it to you in vain." Song Xiaoran found it funny.

Zhao Shaokang stubbornly shook his head, and Song Xiaoran sighed and could only follow him and turn around and go home.

... The Song family.

"Why are you here?"

Song Zijie, who had just returned home at noon, was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out when he saw the visitor sitting on the sofa.

The visitor was wearing a coat and a woolen hat, but his smile was particularly bright. He stood up and gave Song Zijie a big hug, as if he were an old friend reunited after a long absence:

"Zijie, long time no see. You miss me so much."

As he spoke, he patted Song Zijie hard and gave him a meaningful look.

Song Zijie calmed down. Apart from him, the only people in the Song family today were Liu Xiuwen and Song Xiran upstairs. It would be bad if he shouted and angered a desperado like Wang Gensheng.

Even in such a situation, he could force out an awkward smile.

Liu Xiuwen, who was standing next to her, saw that the two of them were so close, and she also dispelled her suspicion of this strange visitor:

"Zijie, you and your friend sit here and chat while I go upstairs."

Song Zijie hummed and blinked at Liu Xiuwen, but Liu Xiuwen didn't receive it at all. He just thought it was a visit from Song Zijie's ordinary friend, so he turned around and went upstairs to accompany his daughter.

Seeing Liu Xiuwen leaving without any reaction, Song Zijie secretly thought something was wrong. He looked at Wang Gensheng, who was sitting on the sofa again, taking time to look at him, and said in surprise:

"Wang Gensheng, what are you doing here? Do you know that you are a fugitive now?"

Wang Gensheng showed a cold smile: "A fugitive? What kind of fugitive am I?"

Wang Gensheng slowly lit a cigarette: "I advise you to lower your voice. Don't think that your voice can be heard by your mother and she can secretly call the police for you. Trust me, it will only be you when the police come. Awkward."

Song Zijie suddenly felt guilty. He had just pretended to be surprised and kept his voice low just so that his mother and sister upstairs could hear the alarm. Who would have thought that Wang Gensheng would expose him in just one second.

Seeing Song Zijie's expression of disbelief, Wang Gensheng sneered and said, "I just went to the Public Security Bureau before coming here and explained everything clearly."

Song Zijie was stunned and couldn't help but said: "How can you get away with it?"

Wang Gensheng showed an enigmatic expression: "If you, Song Zijie, can get away with it, I can get away with it."

Seeing that he was so confident, Song Zijie believed him temporarily and took him to Song Wenxuan's study. The place was well soundproofed and he was not afraid of being heard upstairs:

"Wang Gensheng, you almost cheated me to death. It's all because of your ability to get away with it. Why did you come to me?! From now on, if we don't mess with each other, I won't be deceived by you again."

Wang Gensheng showed a smile on his face, but did not laugh out loud. The temperature in the room felt a bit colder: "Want to clear things up with me? Okay, let's settle the score."

Song Zijie said angrily: "I didn't settle the score with you, but you came with me instead? What score do you think we have?"

Wang Gensheng sneered and said: "You owe me two accounts. The first account is easier to settle. The 28 that the police took from me a while ago was the operating income of Huanyu Company. You have to hand over this money and return it to me." "

Song Zijie's eyes widened: "What are you talking about?"

Wang Gensheng lay down on the sofa: "As the boss of the company, I naturally have the right to control the company's income. The police handed it over to you without knowing it, and of course you have to return it to me."

Song Zijie felt ridiculous: "You are the boss of the company? Then who am I?"

Wang Gensheng said coldly: "You are nothing. Just stop talking and see if this document was signed by you?"

As he spoke, Wang Gensheng took out a document from the bag he was carrying and threw it to Song Zijie.

Song Zijie took it over dubiously. It was a statement to the effect that the ownership of Huanyu Biotechnology belonged to Wang Gensheng, who provided technical support, and Song Zijie only managed the company on his behalf.

The declaration was also stamped with the official seal and Song Zijie's signature at the end.