Jiang Muyan is holding a cross-border voice conference.
He introduced technical issues in fluent English and typed quickly with his hands: [Introduce to Butler Wang?]
Song Yutang replied: [Isn't that what you said? If you want Butler Wang to work hard, you have to give him enough support. His biggest weakness, besides his daughter, is his wife.]
In fact, this was something she had thought about before.
Just do things step by step.
Moreover, if Butler Wang could give her such advice today, it would be considered as a way of repaying the kindness and doing his best.
She was never stingy with the people around her, but she was afraid of meeting ungrateful white-eyed wolves.
As long as you are willing to work, she can give you benefits.
Jiang Muyan multitasked, and sent her a message while having a meeting: [Breast cancer is not like schizophrenia. In addition to good doctors, it also needs good treatment. Later, I will help you ask if there is a better treatment plan, such as targeted drugs or something.]
Song Yutang sincerely thanks: [Thank you Brother Yan.]
Being able to think of this step shows that Top Star Brother really put himself in her shoes.
Maybe...
He and Jiang Muyan are really good friends.
The butt touching thing... was it really an accident?
Jiang Muyan took a sip of chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea: [No need to thank you, and there is no need to go to Lan Residence to top up money. Be nice to your husband, and you will be thanking me.]
He has said so, and it is not easy for Song Yutang to refute him face to face.
But she knows in her heart that the relationship of interest is the longest-lasting.
I can only hint: [Then thank you Brother Yan. It's just that Lan Residence has a good environment, good service, and good wine. It's a good place to relax. When I have time, I want to invite some sisters to have a drink and relax. Brother Yan won't welcome it, right?]
This actually means: Favors are favors, business is business. Lan Residence She will continue to go, and will add money to drink, and will bring her sisters with her.
Jiang Muyan was also afraid that being too attentive would arouse her suspicion, so he pretended to be humorous: [That's fine. But let's make it clear first that we won't provide male model services. Except for myself.]
The atmosphere relaxed, and Song Yutang struck while the iron was hot: [You are the top one, how can anyone else fall into my eyes? Last time I asked you to help me investigate Song Family, how was the investigation going?]
Jiang Muyan I suddenly feel comfortable all over.
Well, even though I know it's fake, it feels so good.
After drinking half a cup of chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea, he immediately called Zhao Chuan: "How is the investigation of the Song Family?"
Zhao Chuan is confident. "Originally, the investigation is almost complete, but there is a lack of key evidence on one matter, so we may have to wait a few more days."
Jiang Muyan Relax and paraphrase the original words Song Yutang.
Top Star Brother is reliable in doing things, and Song Yutang is not in a hurry.
Just as I sat down at the desk again, the private detective introduced by Ms. Zhao Cuifeng sent a message.
What he found there was similar to what Butler Wang found.
But obviously due to lack of ability, they did not find out about the relationship between Sun Meifang when he was young, nor did they find out that the other party had been released from prison.
Almost at the same time, Butler Wang sent two more pieces of monitoring.
Song Yutang vaguely guessed that it was related to the Song Family, so he clicked on it.
The first section is on the golf course.
Song Mingzhe missed the ball. The ball missed the green and rolled into the rough.
A young man wearing a polo shirt across from him clicked his tongue and said with a half-smile, "Young Master Song, it doesn't matter if you miss the ball. I'm afraid you won't even recognize your biological mother. I heard that you don't like your biological mother, but you are a loving mistress who washes your feet?"
Song Mingzhe's face instantly darkened, and his fingers tightened on the pole.
Several people nearby laughed, and someone answered, "Really or not? My mother doesn't recognize my mistress? Are you crazy? Who doesn't know that those women out there who have illegitimate children are all leeches, and they are here to steal property."
The young master was even more gloating. "So, I don't know what Mr. Song is after. Is it because he wants to wash his feet and feel comfortable? Having said that, the foot-washing lady is quite pretty. A man and a woman are not related by blood, and they stick together every day, going in and out together, calling each other, maybe it's some heavy play..."
"You fart..." Song Mingzhe rushed forward and punched him.
The two men struggled with each other, the club was thrown far away, and the hat flew off.
The people nearby quickly came up to start a fight, and the scene became a mess.
When Song Mingzhe was pulled away, the corners of his mouth were broken, his eyes were red, and his chest was heaving violently.
The second paragraph is at a cocktail party.
Song Mingzhe was holding a glass of champagne and having a pleasant conversation with a rich lady.
He smiled gently and behaved appropriately, obviously putting a lot of thought into it.
Just as the conversation was getting interesting, Sun Meifang appeared out of nowhere, holding his arm with a smile, "Mingzhe, who is this lady?"
The smile on Song Mingzhe's face froze for a moment.
Before the rich lady could react, her mother had already rushed up and pulled her daughter behind her. "Go away, stay away from her. This woman is a foot-washing mistress, don't interact with her."
The rich lady was startled. "Mom, I just chatted with her son for a few words, nothing else..."
The lady sneered and raised her voice a bit, "What kind of son? He recognized his own mother as his own mother. His own mother was bullied to death by this woman long ago. It's good for him. He is a loving mother and a filial son to this woman. He doesn't even recognize his own mother, how can he be a good thing?"
The rich lady's expression changed on the spot, and she looked at Song Mingzhe with a bit more vigilance and disgust in her eyes. "No wonder you always come close to me... You don't want to be destitute, right? You have to stay away from me in the future."
Song Mingzhe's face turned red, and his lips moved to explain something, but no words came out.
People around him had started whispering, and their eyes were piercing him like needles.
Sun Meifang also had an ugly face. Just as he was about to say something, a middle-aged couple came forward and the man said with a smile, "Young Master Song is so filial. Every time I meet, I see you accompanying my mother."
Song Mingzhe shook Sun Meifang's hand away as if he had been burned. "President Xu misunderstood, my mother has passed away. This Auntie Sun is the wife my father later married."
Sun Meifang was stunned, and the color on his face faded little by little.
Song Mingzhe didn't even look at her, turned around and left.
The rich lady and the middle-aged couple looked at each other, and the people around them whispered even louder.
The monitoring screen ends here.
But Song Yutang couldn't help but laugh.
Sure enough, it is a plastic mother and child.
She was just a little instigated on the day of the auction, but she actually made such a fuss in public?
I'm not sure what to do privately.
Butler Wang makes sense.
As long as Sun Meifang is pregnant with a son, Song Mingzhe will definitely become a thorn in his side immediately.
And how could Song Mingzhe, who has been an only child heir for more than 20 years, allow an embryo to compete with him for the family property?
If Sun Meifang is pregnant with her ex-boyfriend's child, even if she forges a paternity test, Song Ruowei is not the blood of Song Jianye.
If she continues to add fuel to the flames, it is not impossible that the whole Song Family dog eats dog and both die together in the end.
However, for safety reasons, Song Yutang does not plan to act rashly until the news from Top Star Brother comes out.
She conveniently transferred the video, paid the private investigator, pretended that nothing happened, and continued copying recipes.
Just after copying two lines, the phone rang again.
Song Yutang picked up the video call smoothly.
A small face like a small glutinous rice dumpling filled the screen instantly.
Tuantuan blinked his big black eyes and said in a milky voice, "Aunt, next Saturday is Tuantuan's birthday. Can you come to Tuantuan's birthday party?"