Chapter 195

uan on June 4th at 10:22 PM..."Song Lin was startled. Shen Yi'an had actually put most of the money into his card.She meant it when she said she was going to help him save money.He put down his phone,...When Song Lin spoke, Shen Yian had no courage to listen any further. She hung up the phone with force and collapsed onto the floor.

When she was breaking up with him, she was very sad, but she adjusted quickly.

But Song Lin's words made her feel breathless, as if an invisible needle pricked her heart repeatedly.

It turned out she was nothing more than a thing that Aunt Mo bought back home in Song Lin's eyes.

So when she's happy, say a few words to her. When she's unhappy, disappear.

Shen Yian took a deep breath and then pushed himself up, bursting out.

If Song Lin was today's trash, it should still be retrievable.

When she ran downstairs, there was a clap of thunder and as soon as she got to the side of the trash can, it began to pour.

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Wei Yi Technology.

The rain outside was pounding against the windows, a cacophony of sound, while inside the conference room, there was an oppressive silence. Every face bore the weight of utter despair.

The boss has gone crazy again, if the problem isn't solved today, no one gets out of this conference room.

Just the other day, the boss seemed so cheerful and upbeat. Why is he now storming around like a thundercloud after taking that phone call

Xu Da, looking at the unusual Song Lin, thought of the woman's things in the house. After thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong and had to find reinforcements.

An hour later, Aunt Mo walked into the meeting room with food, and everyone stood up in respect.

"Mr. Mo."

"Alright, a half-hour break in the lounge. Everyone go grab some food and we'll continue afterwards." Aunt Mo waved her hand.

None dared to speak, and all eyes turned to Song Lin.

Song Lin's face was gloomy, and he waved his hand. Everyone got up and took the food out to eat.

Aunt Mo walked up to Song Lin with a plate of food and said softly, "I heard you stayed at the company last night"

Hearing this, Song Lin frowned and glanced at the troublemaking Xu Da.

Xu Da shrank his neck and turned to leave the meeting room.

"Don't blame Xu Da, he's just worried about you. Is something wrong"

"None." Song Lin said lightly.

"You're my son, do you really think I can't see what's on your mind Is it something to do with Yi An You two weren't just on a date the other day, were you" Aunt Mo asked knowingly.

"It's not a date."

"Song Lin, you wouldn't dare to abandon her after taking advantage of her, would you You scoundrel!"

Saying that, Aunt Mo raised her hand and patted Song Lin's shoulder.

Song Lin frowned, truly his own son, such a heavy hand.

Aunt Mo pointed at him and said, "Yi'an, although you have been in love before, that ex-boyfriend of yours was not good to her at all..."

Song Lin felt a surge of annoyance at the mention of her ex-boyfriend and cut off Aunt Mo's words directly.

"I don't want to hear, the things you sent arrived. It's raining outside, you should go back."

"You... Song Lin, what are you angry about I know you, you're not unreasonable. Look at yourself now, you look just like a little boy sulking."

Aunt Mo's words made Song Lin's eyes flicker, but he quickly recovered his usual coldness.

You're overthinking it.

“......”

Aunt Mo was so angry with Song Lin's attitude that she stomped her foot, but there was nothing she could do about him.

Song Lin has always been independent and doesn't like to be interfered with. This time, even being able to get him married made Aunt Mo laugh in her dreams for a whole week straight.

I have no idea how to pry open my cold-hearted son's mouth right now.

At this moment, everyone in the office is eating and lamenting about the overtime days.

Xu Da took a sip of coffee and prepared to stay up late with his boss.yelids twitching constantly. He had a feeling that something was going to happen.She habitually opened her work schedule. Today, she was to meet with the managing director of a fashion magazine. They...