The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

At that moment, An Yunhuai had a new definition of the financial resources of his newly returned family.

He has seen doctors for so many years, so he can understand Jiang Xin's professionalism in heart disease treatment to some extent. As for the team that Su Nanzhi talked about, that is, the group of brothers and sisters who are busy in the infirmary, they must be able to afford it. For such a team, the money is simply burned.

Even if she moved into a new home and had a special aunt responsible for eating, An Yunhuai didn't feel this feeling so intuitively.

It is precisely because of seeing a doctor for many years that he knows that spending money on medical treatment is the most expensive way to burn money.

For the first time, An Yunhuai realized that he really seemed to be a rich second generation.

Because there are no parents, his sense of dependence on home has always been on this sister who is two minutes older.

I don't have a deep understanding of the concept of money.

There is now a preliminary.

Their family is really rich.

The two went home and had lunch. After Su Nanzhi finished the exam in the afternoon, she and An Yunhuai took leave for evening self-study.

She took An Yun Huaisu to apply for some necessary documents.

The eldest sister is like a mother.

She cares about being a mother.

An Yunhuai followed her sister to a strange place, which was also a high-rise building. Maybe it was because of the night. There were not many people in the building, but there were still people on duty. It seemed that tonight was an overtime night.

It was unexpected for two students in school uniforms to appear in such a place.

The front desk inquired according to the rules, and Su Nanzhi didn't say much, and cut straight to the point: "I see that your Mr. Song has an appointment, so you can call and ask."

After hearing this, the receptionist dialed the phone and went out. After a while, he turned his head and respectfully led the two of them to the president's special elevator.

After the young lady took the people, she immediately came back and called the little sisters in the same company to gossip: "Let me tell you, two students came to find Mr. Song just now, one male and one female, and they still have an appointment. They are super invincible and good-looking. , the kind that is considered one of the best in the entertainment industry, do you think it could be Mr. Song's..."

Su Nanzhi and An Yunhuai took the elevator to the top floor.

"Zhi Zhi, who are we going to see?"

Su Nanzhi: "It's my father's friend before his death. His name is Song Boyan. Let's call him Uncle Song. I heard that his son is only 9 years old. Aunt Song is engaged in scientific research. After the death of parents, he is responsible for keeping their inheritance. , and a witness to the will."

When Su Nanzhi and the others arrived, the lights in the CEO's office were on.

She reached out and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A low, slightly magnetic voice came from inside.

According to Su Nanzhi's words, Uncle Song is the person closest to the image of a domineering president in the novel, rich enough, handsome enough...and domineering enough.

I heard that I spent a lot of time chasing my wife before.

It's just that I'm a little older, and I should be forty this year.

Of course, the older and domineering president is also a domineering president.

"Uncle Song, good evening."

Su Nanzhi pushed the door open and entered.

Hearing this voice, Song Boyan raised his head, saw two people, and smiled instantly, "Zhi Zhi is here, I haven't seen you for a long time, you have grown so tall."

"Uncle Song, you are still so handsome."

Of course, the pleasantries were only a short part, and Song Boyan's eyes soon fell on An Yunhuai.

That kind of considerate, suspicious and slightly nostalgic look.

"This is Xiao Huai, right?"

Song Boyan was able to wait for the two of them here, naturally he didn't just listen to the one-sided words of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children.