MTL - The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate-Chapter 34

As soon as Song Cun sat on the office chair, Secretary Zhang brought a cup of coffee, put it on the desk, and said with a smile, "President, your coffee."

Song Cun nodded slightly, looked down at the information in his hand, distractedly said: "Compared with coffee, I prefer clear tea or scented tea."

There was a trace of surprise on Secretary Zhang's face, and he said with a smile: "Okay, I see, I will pay attention next time."

Secretary Zhang walked out of the president's office and returned to his own office in the secretary's office. The intercom phone rang, and he answered the phone: "Hi, this is the president's secretary's office."

A deep voice came from the phone: "Have Li Yuan's documents been approved?"

Secretary Zhang put on a proper smile and said, "The president has to read a lot of documents every day, and it takes time to approve the documents. Please wait for two days, Vice President Song."

Not only is there a lot of documents, the president has only picked up some unimportant documents for approval in the past two days, and has not approved the rest. There is already a thick pile of documents on the desk. Fortunately, this morning, he found that the president was already approving some documents, otherwise he would not be idle today, and those departments that asked him to urge documents would be able to blow up his phone calls.

Song Zhengwen calmed down and said, "This project is in the charge of your president. I'm just asking about the progress. It's sooner rather than later. You urge your president to approve the documents quickly and arrange for workers to enter the site, otherwise the directors will be in trouble." I have an opinion."

Secretary Zhang said briskly, "Okay, I will tell the president."

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Zhang got up and went to the president's office. Looking at the president who was seriously reading the documents, he pushed the eye sockets on the bridge of his nose and said, "President, Vice President Song was just asking about Liyuan's project."

Coincidentally, what Song Cun was holding was Li Yuan's documents. He chuckled lightly and said, "I still have some doubts about Li Yuan's case, so don't panic."

Secretary Zhang looked at him puzzled, and Song Cun said, "Next time, Vice President Song will ask about Liyuan's case again, so tell him the truth."

Secretary Zhang paused: "Okay, I see."

At noon, Song Cun went to the rest room, took the bento that Song Rutong had prepared for him to heat up, went to the bathroom by the way, came back from the bathroom, passed the secretary's room, smelled a fragrance, sniffed quietly, and was in the secretary's office. Standing still at the door of the room, looking at the secretaries from a distance, he asked blankly, "What's the smell?"

During the lunch break, several secretaries were chatting, touching up makeup, or eating snacks. When they heard Song Cun's voice, they subconsciously held their breath and sat up quietly. When did the president come?

Assistant Li who just arrived weakly raised the bottle in his hand, and whispered: "President, President, I brought the chili sauce..."

Song Cun took a step forward, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "It is not allowed to eat food with smell in the office, so as not to affect others. It is confiscated."

He said and stretched out his hand.

Assistant Li looked at the slender big hand, and without tears, he covered the cap of the chili sauce and put it in his hand.

Song Cun took the chili sauce and walked away quickly with a blank expression.

When he was no longer in sight, the secretary's room was still quiet. Suddenly, Assistant Li wailed and wailed, "I'm done. I left a bad impression on the president. I'm sure I won't be able to get back on track."

Several secretaries in the secretary's room lighted the wax for her silently. They usually eat snacks in the office, and the president did not express any opinion. I also blame Assistant Li for being unlucky. The first time I brought chili sauce to the company, I just opened the lid and looked, and the president saw it.

I don't know what condiments were put in it, but the chili sauce was really fragrant, and they all drool when they smelled it, no wonder the president confiscated it, it was too seductive and greedy, affecting everyone's work.

Song Cun returned to the office, put the bottle of chili sauce on the desk, took out the lunch box from the microwave oven, glanced at the bottle of chili sauce, took it into the lounge, carefully opened the bottle cap, and used a spoon Digging a spoonful of chili sauce, he found that not only fermented soybeans, peanuts, sesame seeds, but also small pieces of beef were placed in the chili.

The meals Song Rutong prepared for him can only be said to be cooked rice and meat, but tasteless. But the little girl prepared lunch for him with great interest, of course he had to save face. Even so, after eating for two days in a row, he felt a little unbearable. He tasted the chili sauce, and he squinted slightly. The taste was quite good, which could be regarded as saving his appetite.

Secretary Zhang came in to deliver the documents, and saw his president hiding in the lounge, eating rice with chili sauce mixed with big mouthfuls, his face was flushed red, his suit was hanging on the chair behind him, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows , holding a tissue while eating to wipe away the tears that I don't know whether it's sweat or the hot pepper. Is this down-to-earth look still his elegant and elegant president?

He snorted, Song Cun raised his head and glanced at him, he quickly covered his mouth, walked out quickly, arrived at the secretary's room, couldn't help laughing anymore, several secretaries in the secretary's room heard his laughter, looked at him suspiciously. He stopped his smile and walked into his office as if nothing had happened.

After get off work, Song Cun went to the secretary's office. Seeing that Assistant Li hadn't left yet, he took some 100 cash and put it on Assistant Li's desk. Assistant Li quickly stood up and shouted: "President!"

Song Cun raised his hand, motioning for her to sit down.

The president is still standing, how dare she sit down.

Song Cun didn't care, looked at her, touched his nose and said, "Chili sauce tastes good, where did you buy it, buy some for me."

Assistant Li was taken aback, and quickly said: "Boss, President, that's my mother's chili sauce, no money, no money."

Song Cun smiled slightly: "Your mother also needs labor costs to make chili sauce, please ask her to make some for me, just slightly spicy, okay?"

That's great. Assistant Li hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, but the money is not needed."

Song Cun said: "Is there still a little money I need?"

Of course not, so Assistant Li didn't say anything.

After finishing the work, Song Cun felt satisfied, turned around and walked outside.

Assistant Li looked at the money on the table, then at the back of the president, and smiled. Does she not have to worry about becoming a full-time employee?

and many more!

How does the president know that her chili sauce tastes good? Did the president eat her chili sauce? She covered her mouth as if she had discovered something, and then covered her mouth and smiled. She thought that the high-ranking and unattainable president was actually a foodie. Thinking of the president hiding in the office alone eating chili sauce, she I laughed more happily.

During dinner, Song Zhengnan said to Song Cun, "Accompany me to meet a friend tomorrow weekend."

Song Cun paused with his hand holding the bowl, looked at him and said, "I'm not free tomorrow."

Song Zhengnan frowned, and said displeasedly: "I don't have to go on a business trip tomorrow weekend, what can I do?"

Li Lingzhen and Song Rutong watched them from the side without saying a word.

Song Cun put the bowl on the dining table, and said slowly, his tone was light, but with sarcasm: "I'm going to visit grandpa in the nursing home, if you don't visit him as grandpa's son, it's impossible for me to go as grandson too." To see him."

Song Zhengnan's face was slightly embarrassed. His father passed him over and handed over the group to his son. He was dissatisfied with his father in his heart, and even had great resentment in it. He didn't want to see him, and he couldn't help but question him why he was so right. he.

He became angry and said: "I asked you to do something, push it back and forth, your wings are stiff, and you won't listen to my words?"

Li Lingzhen put down the bowl and chopsticks, and patted his arm comfortingly: "Song Cun is going to the nursing home to see his grandpa is also filial, so why doesn't he listen to you, see when friends can't go, do you have to go tomorrow?"

Song Zhengnan snorted and said angrily, "You're all used to it."

Li Lingzhen smiled apologetically from the side: "They are all our children, don't you get used to him?"

Song Zhengnan said loudly: "If he wasn't my Song Zhengnan's son, would he be where he is today? Now that his wings are hardened, he doesn't listen to me anymore."

Song Cun couldn't bear his mother's anger because of Song Zhengnan, he said: "I have a lot of things every day, and my father should tell me in advance if I have something to do, so that I don't have other arrangements. I go to the nursing home to see my grandfather, which is what I should do as a grandson What's wrong with the matter? As your wife, what's wrong with persuading you to comfort you when you are angry? Why is it all our fault in your mouth? Is it our fault or can't you see it? Are you used to our mother and son, thinking that everything we do is wrong?"

Song Zhengnan's face was getting darker and darker, especially Song Cun's words that he didn't like their mother and son made him feel a little guilty. He stood up and said, "I can't control you anymore." He left the restaurant.

Li Lingzhen looked at Song Cun worriedly: "He is your father, why are you talking back to him? Offended your father, and you still have a good life?" As he spoke, he stood up and went over to have a look.

Song Cun grabbed her and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, it's fine."

Li Lingzhen looked at her son, then at the study, and finally sat down next to her son.

Seeing that she sat down, Song Cun picked up the bowl and continued to eat. After eating a bowl of rice, he said slowly: "He said it himself, my wings are hard, and he can't control me anymore. He is telling the truth. , I have the most shares in the group, and I am also the master. Grandpa gave me most of his assets. So what if he offended, now the three of us don't need to rely on him, and we can live well."

Hearing what he said, Li Lingzhen sat down and sighed, and said angrily, "He is your father anyway, how can he confront his own father? It's a joke."

Song put down the bowl, looked at Li Lingzhen, and said slowly: "Mom, you don't have to wrong yourself, you can do whatever you want, go out for a walk, do some shopping, and relax. For most of your life, you have put all your thoughts on him. Don’t you feel wronged? If he treats you like Uncle Zhou treats Aunt Zhou, that’s fine. For so many years, he has turned a blind eye to your concern, and sometimes treated you with a cold face. When I was young, I couldn’t do much, but I've grown up now, big enough to protect you and your sister, you don't have to worry about it anymore."

Song Cun doesn't like to express his opinions on the things in the plot, but after getting along with him these few days, he can see that Song Zhengnan has no affection for Li Lingzhen, not even family affection.

He couldn't help but think of the plot. A woman worked so hard to raise her son, but the son was fascinated by the daughter of his love rival, not to mention, and fought against her everywhere because of the girl. In the end, the daughter broke her leg and left home. It is conceivable how much this kind of thing hurts a woman, not to mention that Li Lingzhen absolutely cares about her rival in love, and all kinds of things are painful and shameful to her.

In the plot, Li Lingzhen is an evil mother-in-law who opposes the heroine and heroine. Song Cun didn't know whether she was an evil mother-in-law or not. He only knew that Li Lingzhen in his eyes was a good wife and mother who considered everything for her husband and children.

Li Lingzhen's eyes were red, she blinked to wipe away the tears, and said with a forced smile, "What nonsense, I'm on good terms with your dad, don't worry about it."

Song Rutong put down his chopsticks, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but said: "Mom, don't laugh if you don't want to, we are your children, you can cry if you want to in front of us, and laugh if you want to laugh, no one will dislike you, and no one will laugh." What do you say?"

Li Lingzhen gave her a reproachful look: "Why are you crying? Mom is fine, don't worry about it."

She is a mother, how can she cry in front of her children?

Song Rutong wanted to say something else, Song Cun glanced at her lightly, she met her brother's gaze, pursed her lips, and shut up unwillingly.

Song Cun said with a smile: "We know mom is fine. I'm going to see grandpa in the nursing home tomorrow. Mom can discuss with Rutong and make a soup suitable for grandpa. Grandpa will be happy after drinking the soup."

He couldn't tell what Li Lingzhen had in mind for Song Zhengnan, whether it was the habit of taking care of him for decades, or whether he really had expectations for him.

Li Lingzhen was distracted by him, and said with a smile: "That's a good idea, I'll ask Mother Chen later, what foods are not suitable for your grandpa."

Song Rutong also smiled and said: "I know, I know, grandpa can't eat fatty meat, drink alcohol, or eat too salty..."

Li Lingzhen looked at her with a smile: "These mothers also know that we should be more cautious about your grandfather's diet. It would be better to ask Chen Ma."

Song Rutong stuck out her tongue: "I see."

Song Zhengnan was sitting in the study room, as lucky as last night. He waited for a long time before Li Lingzhen came to persuade him. His wings were really stiff. In the past, when he lost his temper, Li Lingzhen would come to comfort him. He was used to it. She didn't come these two times?

Do you think that everything will be fine if Song Cun becomes the president? Did Li Lingzhen understand that she was Song Cun's mother, and he was Song Cun's father?

However, until late at night, the lights in the villa went out, and no one came to call him.

Li Lingzhen wanted to comfort him, but was persuaded by Song Cun. Although her husband was important, so was her son. After all, her son was willing to get close to her, so she chose to listen to him.

She is also used to her husband's temper for so many years, it will be cloudy and sunny, even if he is left alone, he will be fine. As the son said, now she relies on her son, not her husband. Can he still divorce her?

When her son and daughter persuaded her, although she didn't take those words seriously and only thought they were angry words from her son and daughter, after all, she kept those words in her heart.

Early the next morning, Song Zhengnan came out of the study with a dark face. He didn't see Li Lingzhen in the hall, so he asked the servant: "Where is Madam?"

The servant saw that he was in a bad mood, and said cautiously, "Madam is making soup in the kitchen."

Song Zhengnan said with a sullen face, "What kind of soup do you cook early in the morning?"

The servant shrugged his shoulders and said submissively: "It is said to be stewed for the old man."

Song Zhengnan's face turned darker, he took a deep breath, strode out, walked to the door, and met Song Cun who had come back from exercising outside, he didn't even look at Song Cun, and walked away like a gust of wind.

Li Lingzhen came out of the kitchen, glanced at the living room, and saw Song Cun was changing shoes, she asked, "I heard your father's voice just now, where is he?"

Song Cun said: "Go out."

Li Lingzhen frowned: "What did you do so early in the morning? You didn't even eat breakfast."

Song Cun said casually: "Is there anything to eat outside? You are so big, and you are worried that he will be hungry?"

Li Lingzhen thought about it too, so she muttered: "I don't know how to tell my family when I go out."

Song Cun said to her: "He's not a child, he just won't tell you, can he still get lost? Mom, don't just worry about Dad, he has such a good life. You worry about us, worry about how Tong, although I don't mind raising Rutong for the rest of my life, I hope she can live a fulfilling life and have her own business, go out to open a shop, or come to work in the company. You can help her refer. We are your children, you can Don't care about dad, but you can't ignore us."

Li Lingzhen groaned, looked at Chen Ma with a smile, and teased, "Look, look, you're going to marry a wife, and you still want to rely on me."

Li Lingzhen said so, but her face was full of smiles. It was obvious that she was extremely benefited from her son's rare act of acting like a baby.

Song Rutong yawned and came down from upstairs. Hearing her words, he walked over a few steps and hugged her arm, and said softly, "You are our mother, you don't care about us, who cares about us? We, don't we just want to Depending on you for the rest of your life, you won't be able to get rid of it."

Li Lingzhen patted her on the head: "All right, all right, I really owe you all."

Song Rutong chuckled, "That's about the same."

After dinner, a few people went to the most luxurious sanatorium in N city. The sanatorium charged high fees, and the patients in it were either rich or expensive. One patient had one villa, equipped with two doctors and six nurses. It could be said to be very luxurious.

Song Zhengwen sat on the sofa, looked at his father and said, "Dad, Song Cun is a bit younger after all, and he is anticlimactic. He proposed the Liyuan project, and the board of directors also approved the project. As a result, the documents came to him, and he suppressed it. What do you mean by not approving it? Are you playing with the board of directors? I have no other intentions, but I am worried that the family property will be lost in his hands."

Mr. Song slowly opened his eyes, and looked at him with cloudy eyes: "The group has been handed over to him, and what to do is his business. I won't interfere."

Song Zhengwen said eagerly: "Dad, no...you can't let him do this, you don't care if the group is destroyed in his hands?"

Mr. Song said: "As long as you don't make trouble for him, he won't be able to destroy this group."

"How can we make trouble for him?" Song Zhengwen said.

Mr. Song looked at him and said meaningfully: "I hope so."

He knows what his son and grandson are thinking. Don't think that he can't understand because he is old.

Next to Song Zhengwen's son, Song Weiqi, bowed his head in shame. The meaning of his grandfather's words was already very clear. He didn't believe his second son.

When Song Cun and others arrived, they found that Song Zhengwen and his son were also there. Song Cun smiled lightly and said, "Second Uncle and Wei Qi are also here."

Song Zhengwen snorted slightly, and ignored him, feeling that the smile on his face was very dazzling, not even as lovable as when he was indifferent and ignored people before.

Song Weiqi called out: "Auntie, Brother Cun, Rutong."

Li Lingzhen smiled and nodded, "You guys came quite early."

Song Zhengwen said: "To see Dad, of course it must be early."

Li Lingzhen's face changed, and Song Cun looked at Li Lingzhen and said with a smile: "Mom, you and Rutong have been preparing the ingredients for the soup for grandpa since last night, and they started making soup this morning before dawn. Appropriate. Rutong serves a bowl for grandpa and lets him taste it."

Song Zhengwen's face turned ugly, and Song Cun definitely did it on purpose.

When Mr. Song heard his grandson say that his daughter-in-law and granddaughter made soup for her, he became interested: "Rutong also participated? Then I want to try it."

Song Rutong said with a smile: "Grandpa will definitely like it."

Song Zhengwen watched the happy scene of their grandparents, and a flash of jealousy flashed in his heart. The old man's heart was biased, and he had never been so kind to their second wife.

Song Zhengwen didn't want to stay here to watch Song Cun's brother and sister Cheng Huan kneel, stood up and said, "Dad, Wei Qi and I have something to do, let's go first."

Mr. Song waved his hand and said indifferently, "Let's go, let's go."

Song Zhengwen paused, and walked out with an ugly expression. Song Weiqi said goodbye to his grandfather, aunt, brother and sister, and walked out with his father.

The father and son were sitting in the car, Song Zhengwen sneered and said, "If you don't fight with them or rob them, you will get nothing."

Song Weiqi said helplessly: "Could it be that if you fight with them and rob them, you can get it? Dad hasn't seen the situation clearly yet?"

Song Zhengwen said with a sullen face: "The same is the son and grandson of the old man. Why can our second room only get some real estate, stocks, and cash, and nothing else, not even company shares? It's not fair."

Song Weiqi looked at his father's gloomy face. There is nothing fair or unfair in this world. To be fair, the company was co-founded by the grandfather and the previous grandmother. It is said that when starting the company, the funds were provided by the previous grandmother, and the uncle is the son of the previous grandmother. . When it developed into the later Song Group, grandma contributed a little bit, and grandpa handed over the group to Dafang, isn't it a kind of fairness?

What's more, he prefers photography to managing a group company, and he doesn't have the ability to manage a company.

Song Cun and the others stayed with the old man in the nursing home for a day, had meals in the nursing home at noon, went out for a walk with the old man in the afternoon, and had dinner with the old man in the evening, before returning home reluctantly.

Song Zhengnan sat in the living room with a dark face. Song Cun and others went to the nursing home to see the old man, so they gave all the servants in the family a holiday. After Song Zhengnan came back, the house was quiet. There was no one in the big villa, let alone Say dinner is ready.

Originally, a few people could get home in an hour by car, but when they arrived at their villa area sooner, Song Cun suggested to come down for a walk, take a walk, and exercise their muscles and bones. Of course Song Rutong was willing, even though Li Lingzhen was a little hesitant, she was persuaded by the two children.

Under the street lamp, Song Rutong walked in front holding Li Lingzhen's arm. The mother and daughter were talking and laughing. Song Cun put his hands in his pockets, and with a smile on his lips, he followed behind them. Family.

It was almost nine o'clock at night when we got home. Seeing Song Zhengnan sitting on the sofa, Li Lingzhen smiled and said, "Zhengnan is back?"

Song Zhengnan's face was filled with blackness. Hearing her words, he was just about to say a few sarcastic words, but he heard her say: "Oh, I haven't exercised for a long time. After walking for a while, my legs are sore. I have to wash up. Go to bed, I'm so tired."

Song Cun said with a smile behind his back: "Mom, life lies in exercise, you should exercise. There is a fitness club next to our company. I often exercise there. I will give you a card and find a trainer. You will exercise with him for a period of time." , If you go this far, you won't find it difficult."

Li Lingzhen was moved when she heard her son's words, and she asked, "Then, let me try it?"

Song Cun said with a smile: "Tomorrow is Sunday, I will take you to the fitness club."

Song Rutong said beside him, "I'm going too, I'm going too."

Song Cun waved his hand: "Go and go. You two should rest early today, rest well, and exercise hard tomorrow."

Li Lingzhen hurriedly said: "I'm going upstairs, Rutong should go to bed early too."

Song Rutong was quite tired after walking such a long distance, so she hurriedly said, "I went upstairs too."

So, Song Zhengnan just watched helplessly as his wife and daughter left him and went upstairs, and didn't ask him if he had dinner because there was no servant to cook at home.

Or make him another dinner when he hears he hasn't had dinner. Isn't it always like this?

Song Cun glanced at him, and pointed upstairs: "It seems that Mom is really tired. After all, today in the nursing home, Mom cooks by herself. When I came back, I walked for a while. Dad, sit down, and I will go too." upstairs."

Song Zhengnan stared at his son's back as he went upstairs, until he heard the sound of the bedroom door closing upstairs, and then he kicked down the coffee table viciously.