Chapter 139 Romance: The Cold and Domineering CEO and the Younger Athlete (23)
Romance Variety: The Cool and Domineering CEO and the Younger Athlete (Twenty-three)
No, still no information.
"...According to incomplete statistics, the company has indeed lost nearly half of its key members compared to three years ago. Most of them have been replaced by... President Song, are you listening?"
Song Ning suddenly came back to his senses, "Well, go on."
The assistant nodded and handed over a list in a folder.
"Here is the list of relevant resignations that I have collected so far. Do you need me to continue to follow up on their current employment status for you?"
Song Ning took it and scanned it, and suddenly saw several key members and even an uncle who was an old acquaintance of his father on it.
He slowly closed his eyes, "...Sorry to bother you, I hope to get the results sooner."
Why hasn't he noticed it yet?
"Okay, Mr. Song, I will continue to follow up with Lawyer Zhao."
The assistant retreated to the door and prepared to close it, "Mr. Song, please take care of yourself."
With a click, the door was gently closed from the outside.
Song Ning suddenly found it difficult to hold on, and he collapsed directly into the large and thick office chair due to exhaustion.
How could it become like this?
He doesn't understand.
His gaze wandered aimlessly at the ceiling, and the image reflected in the lens looked broken and fragile, as if it would be easily dispersed by the wind.
The phone in my hand was almost warm, but I still couldn't get the message I wanted.
A pair of long legs slowly shrank upwards, and he slumped himself into the chair feeling insecure.
As if seeking a sense of security, Song Ning quietly curled herself up into a ball.
The assistant acted quickly and the results of the re-employment of the employees who had resigned were quickly discovered.
Or maybe it wasn't really a big secret.
The assistant handed over the document and hesitated.
"Mr. Song, why don't you go home and take a look? There's been a lot going on in the company recently, and I can see that you're very tired and exhausted."
Song Ning was a little surprised when he took the document, "Xiao Chen?"
Assistant Xiao Chen pushed up his glasses.
"After all, the company needs you to take good care of your health and take charge of the overall situation. I hope Mr. Song won't blame me for being nosy."
Song Ning lowered his head, "...No."
The document feels light in my hand, but it feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.
One second, two seconds.
Song Ning sighed and stood up, "I'll wait until I get back to watch it."
The assistant showed a hint of relief on his face and nodded.
"I hope you have a nice night tonight."
Have a nice night?
The low-key car was driving on the road, and Song Ning was staring out the window with his face turned sideways in a daze.
The folder lay quietly on the neatly ironed trousers. It was light but had an inexplicable weight.
The white fingertips roamed on the folder for a while, but still pressed down slightly.
He promised his assistant that he would look at it when he got home, Song Ning thought.
At least until now, the only thing he still wants to keep is what his father said: a man should keep his word.
"Mr. Song, we're here."
The driver parked the car and reminded.
"Hmm? Well, I'm sorry to bother you today as well."
After getting out of the car with the folder, Song Ning glanced at the closed door and actually felt like escaping.
If he doesn't go in, will he just not have to open the folder?
If he doesn't open it, will he not have to face those things?
He also doesn't need to know how many people betrayed him and his father.
Song Ning's eyes were evasive, and his straight and thin figure almost blended into the green plants.
"elder brother."
Is that Lance's voice?
Song Ning turned his head and saw a familiar tall figure walking out from the shadows.
If not Lance, then who else could it be?
"How did you come?"
Song Ning was stunned for a moment, and a hint of fragility flashed across his face.
If he doesn't come soon, his little prince seems to be broken.
Lance thought to himself, but a smile appeared on his face.
"Long time no see, brother, won't you give me a hug?"
Song Ning hesitated for only half a second.
The next second, the thin body rushed over and was hugged by Lance.
Thinner, Lance thought.
With just a light movement of his fingers, he could circle the entire person's waist.
"you……"
Song Ning buried herself quietly in this chest full of strength, and murmured incoherently for a long time.
"Brother, what are you talking about?"
Lance asked back, looking down.
What was he saying just now?
Did he speak?
Song Ning raised his head in confusion.
Oops.
Lance tilted his head slightly.
It was the first time he saw such a fragile little prince, and for a moment he had the thought that it would be nice if the little prince could rely on him like this.
Song Ning misunderstood.
He blinked his confused eyes, and suddenly resisted slightly and pulled out of Lance's arms.
Lance: ?
He turned his head, confused, "Brother?"
brother.
Song Ning suddenly became much more sober.
He glanced at Lance in front of him and pursed his lips.
"It's okay, why are you here?"
How had he almost forgotten that Lance was younger than him?
At that moment just now, he actually wanted to rely on Lance, who was younger than him. Is that reasonable?
Lance blinked and suddenly raised his right hand.
There were several plastic bags filled with different boxes, and a faint fragrance gradually spread.
"I want to have dinner with my brother, is that okay?"
What about before that?
Where did the previous Lance go?
Song Ning let out a light breath and his expression returned to its usual calm state.
"Well, come in."
He couldn't ask those questions, nor should he ask those questions.
This was not the first time Lance came to Song Ning's home, but when he came again, even as a system, he could compare it with his own database and find out a fact - Song Ning's home was a little too deserted.
"Brother, nothing has changed here since last time."
After changing into home slippers, Lance went into the kitchen and found two sets of tableware.
Song Ning watched him move freely as if he was returning home, and slowly put down the folder he was holding.
"…Well, isn't this a good idea?"
"Hmm? How do you put it?"
The still-hot dishes were placed on plates one by one. Lance put the tableware away and patted the chair beside him.
"Brother, come and sit down."
"It's not that it's bad, I just think that brother actually seems to prefer more new things. This kind of unchanging thing doesn't seem like his preference."
"is it?"
Song Ning stopped talking.
A silent atmosphere suddenly spread in the room, and Lance tilted his head with his cheek half supported.
"Brother, are you mad at me?"
Song Ning looked up in surprise.
"what?"
"Isn't it?"
Lance moved closer to him, and his dry, gentle fingertips suddenly stroked Song Ning's brow.
"I noticed that my brother kept frowning when he saw me. I thought he was angry with me because I hadn't come to see him in the past few days."
Song Ning's Adam's apple moved, his face felt hot, and his breathing seemed to tremble.
"…Why should I be angry?"
What right does he have to be angry?
Lance's gaze fell on his face carefully. He suddenly leaned forward, held Song Ning's cheek and lowered his head slightly.
A passionate kiss fell on Song Ning's brow.
"Because I said I would give my brother a sweet love, but I think I slipped up, and my brother is not happy."