Chapter 575 (1/2)

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.”