Song Ran's affairs in Kyoto gradually settled down, because most of the cooperation projects were forced to stop. During this period, the most important work of the group was to deal with the tax and audit investigation, but she was idle.
In addition to the basic eight hours of work every day, there is not much time for extra overtime.
Even occasionally, she would steal a lazy, stay in the house to accompany the two little guys, the work of the assistant to pack, to come to the end of work.
After two days of this, she began to ask her father, "if I can't do song as well as you did when you were young, would you blame me?"
At that time, Mr. Song was holding two pink dolls over his head and cheerfully teasing the two little grandsons in the stroller. He didn't even lift his head for a while, and asked song ran, "what is outstanding in your eyes?"
Song ran puts one hand on the edge of the cart, and her five fingers drop. When she is thinking, she feels a warm force around her index finger. She looks down and sees that her daughter is being made to laugh. She laughs and shakes her hand.
She was staring at the little guy's pink face and lost her mind in an instant.
At this time, his father's voice sounded in his ear, "you can be an excellent leader, you can also be an excellent mother. The specific positioning and selection depends on yourself. I don't ask Song Shi to do much in your hands, but I only hope that when I look back on this life, you can feel like me that you were born without a white walk."
When outsiders look at Mr. Song, especially those who have seen him in his youth, they always think that he is a decisive businessman. The shrewd wisdom of men is always hidden under the calm appearance. As time goes on, fewer and fewer people really understand him.
When the old man finished, he narrowed his eyes and asked the two little guys, "is that right?"
The little guy didn't understand, but they all laughed with face.
Song ran generally understood the meaning of his father's words, and gently pursed his lips, "don't worry, I know."
Seeing his daughter get up to leave, song Fu slowly restrained his smile, then got up, pushed the baby carriage from the living room to the side, and told her: "you come with me."
Two people came to the study one after another, song Fu pushed the baby carriage to the French window, let the two little guys bask in the sun, and nuogued toward the desk position, "in two days, single old man's birthday, you go for me."
After saying that, he bent down and pointed to the row of iris flowers outside the window, and asked with a kind smile, "this is the words planted by grandma. Do you like it?"
Song ran stops at the desk and looks back at the window.
At this time, the afternoon sun shining through the window, a piece of golden warm sun shining on the old man's slightly thin back, shining his outline clearly.
In Song Ran's memory, it seems that he has never seen his father so lax.
How to describe it? She thought for a second. She should have laughed a little too superficially. Her face was very flattering, which was not in line with the dignity and dignity that Mr. Song should have.
But in a twinkling of an eye, I looked at the two little guys lying in the car, holding up their hands and waving their teeth and claws, and felt that the picture was a little false.
She sank her eyes, restrained her thoughts, and then took two steps forward. She stopped in front of her desk and saw the red invitation card sandwiched between the two books.
He took it out and took a look. Then he closed it gently. After looking up, he said, "I don't want to go. If you don't want to go, I'll ask Xiao Han to prepare a big gift and send it to him, saying that you are not well and can't fly."
The old man did not seem surprised that his daughter would have such an attitude. She still bent over with a smile and looked at the two little guys, as if she didn't see enough.
Smell speech light ground again charge a sentence: "you have to go."
Song ran stares at the huge "single" word on the cover of the invitation card, so she is more determined. She puts the invitation aside, leans her head on her desk, and her eyes fall on her father.
"I don't think it's necessary to meet the younger son of the single family, as you can see from his mind." She paused, the eye light and gathered a few minutes, "advise you also don't have that aspect of mind."
Hearing this, the old man finally straightened up, turned his head and looked at Song ran, and there was a smile in his mouth, "I don't move that mind. You plan your own life, I don't interfere."
He frowned and pondered for a while, and thought of shangrui uncontrollably in his mind. But he turned his mind and restrained the words.
"Shan Rao has a lot of qualities in him. You don't know yet." He chose Shan Rao to talk about it. Then he paused. His expression became more serious. "There are other reasons for letting you go this time."
"Why?"
Song ran always does not believe, looking at his father's eyes is also suspicious.
And the old man raised his eyebrows and raised his lips and laughed, "do you think your old father will not hear anything out of the window after he retires at home? Shangrui has found Smith as his backing. The meaning behind it must be to develop business in Britain. If he stays in Kyoto for a long time, he can't make any profit... "Song Fu said, while song ran nodded, and at the same time slightly frowned and asked, "what's the relationship with the single family?"
"Where was Shan Rao before he returned home?"
After such a point, she suddenly understood what, eyes suddenly a car, response to two words, "Britain."
The old man put on a meaningful smile and gently waved his hand in her direction. "There are some things that you can't hide from if you want to. It's better to go and have a look at it yourself. Maybe you can have some unexpected harvest."
When he finished, he bent down to tease the child and shook the rattle in his hand. The sound of "Dong Dong" should be accompanied by the clear laughter of two little guys, which stirred up in this space.
Song Ran is silent and takes the lead in retreating from the study. At this time, the servant of the family just enters the door and leads her assistant to come this way.
The assistant was in a hurry with some documents to be signed and reviewed.
Seeing this, song ran made a look at the stairs next to him and led him up the second floor.
In the study on the second floor, the assistant spread out a pile of documents one by one in front of song ran. After the basic work report was finished, the assistant took out the last document in his arms.
Song ran sat in front of her desk, staring at the information in front of her, and unconsciously frowned.
The assistant sniffed and pointed to one of the photos which was not very clear. "This Mrs. Smith, the information has been confirmed. She is the first lady of Yan Family in Nancheng."
"Yan family?"
Thinking a little bit, she seems to have a little impression of the Yan family.
The assistant nodded, then bent over and turned the information back. Song ran, listening to her, turned the contents of the materials back and forth, and finally fixed her eyes on the personal resume of Miss Yan.
In his early years, he went to Shanghai as a university and graduate student. His education and working experience were not bad. Later, he was transferred to England. Within two years, he became the second wife of Mr. Smith, a British trade tycoon.
Staring at thinking for a while, she immediately waved her hand, "I know, you go out."
After waiting for her to leave, she stepped on the stairs and entered the study downstairs. She pushed the door open and looked at the old man who was still amused with her children. She leaned to the door edge and responded faintly: "I will go to Mr. Shan's birthday party."
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