It is said that daughters are their parents' little cotton-padded jackets.

Wei Qingru felt that the daughter she gave birth to was simply a hedgehog spirit, a cactus, full of thorns, and it would pierce you from blood at any time.

"Mom, don't be angry, don't be angry." Song Qingxin quickly spoke out to comfort him, helped Wei Qingru push the back, and said, "I just asked casually... Why did you take it seriously? Don't you know that I like to joke with you?"

"Ask this casually? Are you asking it casually? The only one in the Shan family is the only seedling of the Shan family. The couple like it. They hold it in their hands and are afraid of falling. They hold it in their mouths and are afraid of melting into your mouth. What will it become? Trash?"

"Mom, it's not what I said about trash. It's what you said." Song Qingxin said.

""The veins on Wei Qingru's forehead began to jump again.

"Of course he is not trash." Song Qingxin corrected his mother's words and said, "But you said just now, you are afraid of falling when holding it in your hand, and afraid of melting when holding it in your mouth."

"What is he? Glass? Big Bubble Gum? Big Bubble Gum in a glass bottle?"

""

Wei Qingru covered her chest and shouted, "Song Guowei, Song Guowei, come and take care of your good daughter."

"Oh, I can't control it anymore"

"I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I don't help me, I'll be annoyed when I see you."

"Dear, come and have the soup." Song Guowei's voice came from inside.

Song Qingxin glared at Wei Qingru, then walked to the restaurant, looked at Song Guowei, who was sitting in his body holding the ginseng bowl and drinking soup, and said, "Dad, where are you drinking the soup?"

Song Ruizhi sat next to Song Guowei, with his same straight back, holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. Even the rhythm of drinking soup was exactly the same.

Completely a small Song Guowei.

He shouted to the busy aunt in the kitchen, "Aunt San, please help me with a bowl of soup."

"It's all for you." Aunt San brought out a bowl of ginseng soup and said, "When I heard your voice, I quickly put a bowl for you to dry. Can you see if it's still hot?"

"Thank you, Aunt San, you are so considerate. You don't look like someone." Song Qingxin said incisively.

"Yes, Aunt San is your real mother, I am not." Wei Qingru fought back.

""Song Guowei.

""Song Ruizhi.

"I still have work." Aunt San felt that she was not suitable for staying here, so she hurried to the kitchen to work hard.

It's the safest in the kitchen.

Song Qingxin knew that the old lady was angry, so she stopped talking and held a small bowl and buried her head in the soup.

Song Guowei finished drinking the soup in the bowl, looked at Song Qingxin sitting opposite him and asked, "Does the reports on the Internet really make a difference or make a mistake?"

Song Qingxin knew that the assessment had begun.

He had just taken over as the general manager of the Garden Store, but the hotel was caught in an embarrassing scandal. How could Song Guowei not know about this?

Even if he goes out to play basketball and doesn’t pay attention to the Internet, many people will convey information to his side. Didn’t Song Ruizhi run out tonight?

Therefore, Song Guowei was the first test that Song Qingxin had to face.

It is also the biggest test.

Because this is the only person who can decide whether she will or not.

The key is that this person is still his own father.

Song Qingxin looked up at Song Guowei and said seriously: "It's a creation out of nothing. Our Junya Hotel Garden Store will definitely not be able to do that kind of thing. I have confidence in the hotel and our staff."

"These words cannot solve the public opinion crisis outside." Song Ruizhi's eyes were indifferent and he made a sound of attack.

"These words are not for the people outside, but for the father." Song Qingxin glanced at Song Ruiyi's eyes with dissatisfaction and said, "The people outside don't believe it, but I believe that my father will believe it."

Song Guowei had no expression on his face, which made it difficult to see his emotions at this time. He said: "We must come up with a practical plan, whether to face the difficulties or to break the tail of the gecko, and we must always come up with a set of regulations."

"You are the general manager, the people below rely on you, the people above supervise you, and managers of the same level are also examining you to cut the mess quickly and make decisions in the shortest time. The longer you delay, the more unfavorable the situation will be for you."

After a pause, Song Guowei looked at Song Qingxin thoughtfully and said, "What I didn't expect is that you will come back at this time and feel like you are in the mood to drink soup. So what's going on outside has been solved?"

Song Qingxin put down the soup bowl, pulled the napkin and wiped his mouth, and said, "No."

"No?" Song Guowei was stunned for a moment and asked back.

"Yes, the matter has not been resolved yet, and it has not begun to be resolved yet." Song Qingxin once again gave him a 'afford' answer.

I'm afraid he is reluctant to get such affirmation.

When Song Guowei put down the soup bowl, Song Ruizhi's bowl of soup was just finished. After hearing Song Qingxin's words, he couldn't help but sarcastic and said, "Then you really have the style of a general. There were a lot of curses outside and the crowd was full of emotions. In such a serious public opinion, you actually ran home to drink the soup leisurely."

"Are you better than you?" Song Qingxin glanced at Song Rui with contempt and said, "It's not like you, you will bring reinforcements everywhere when you encounter something. Do you think you are the Monkey King Sun Wukong?"

"Song Qingxin"

"What? You are allowed to provoke me, but you are not allowed to fight back?"

"Am I provoking? I'm just wondering that you haven't solved the problem, so how can you be in the mood to sit here and drink the soup leisurely? Are you not worried at all? Have you put your position right? Do you think you are the general manager of a hotel?"

"Didn't you just say it? I am a general, and I like to plan and win a thousand miles."

"Okay, okay." Wei Qingru only felt his forehead hurt and scolded: "You two are not allowed to quarrel, your father is talking to you about work."

Song Qingxin and Song Ruizhi ended the battle.

Song Guowei seemed to have never seen the two of them quarrel, and looked at Song Qingxin and asked, "You can't joke about work, what do you think?"

"Dad, I'm not kidding." Song Qingxin said with a serious expression: "When the incident just happened, I thought that like other hotels, I would stand up and apologize to the public as soon as possible, the easier it would be for the public to feel our apology and obtain their understanding."

"But, Tang Ye discovered that there was something wrong with the leaked video."

"Tang Ye?" Song Guowei interrupted Song Qingxin's words and asked, "Your secretary?"

"Who else can you do if it's not him?" Wei Qingru said.

She felt a toothache when she heard the name and asked, "What other great contribution has he made?"

"Yes, he saved me, the garden shop, and our Junya Group." Song Qingxin nodded and said.

She deliberately said Tang Ye's name to make her parents remember this name more deeply.

Every effort he has should be a step forward.

She wanted to pave the way for Tang Ye so that her parents would not yell at her to change her secretary all day long.

It's like a girl who has a boy she likes can't help but talk about him intentionally or unintentionally in front of her parents, describing his excellence in a concealed way of fragments.

In fact, parents know your behavior very well, just want to see when you want to act.

"It's useless to polite your secretary. Just a secretary, what kind of big secret can you discover? What kind of things can you do to save Junya Group? If Junya Group needs a secretary to save it, then we Junya are too fragile, right?" Song Ruizhi sneered.

He didn't believe the lies of a secretary saving the entire group. Song Qingxin treated Jun Ya as a piece of paper. He could break it with one click? He needed others to save him at any time?

"What you can't do doesn't mean that others can't do it either. Toad always thought that the sky was just as big as a slap."

"Song Qingxin, do you think ****?"

"Who can you blame yourself for being very good at taking the role?"

"It's coming again and again." Wei Qingru wanted to get angry again.

Song Guowei looked at Song Qingxin with great interest and asked, "Oh? He saved us Jun Ya? What is the situation? Tell us a good story."

So, Song Qingxin started from the emergence of the video, and continued to tell the story until Tang Ye discovered the video splicing, and then proposed the response plan for the Jedi counterattack.

When Song Qingxin finished speaking, Wei Qingru looked surprised, Song Ruizhi's face was gloomy, but Song Guowei couldn't sit still.

He pushed the chair away and stood up, gently patted his back, turned around the dining table twice, then stopped in front of Song Qingxin, and said, "You secretary can tolerate and make good plans, and you are a handsome man."

"Yes." Song Qingxin nodded repeatedly and said, "I didn't expect that he could think so deeply and far."

Song Guowei stared at Song Qingxin with a burning look and asked, "How come he is willing to be a secretary for you like this guy? And he has been doing it for so many years?"
Chapter completed!