Chapter 316

"My wife is ill now. If she has time, I hope she can have a good look after her illness. In addition, she must pay more attention to her diet. If Mr. Jin doesn't feel troublesome, he can take a picture of what she eats and send it every day."

"I see."

Jin Beihan nodded, and his eyes fell on the pale little face. His face was calm, but his heart was full of terrible waves.

When song Yarong woke up, he was already in the villa. They didn't go back to the mansion. They will go to work in two days, so it's more convenient here.

Song Yarong was surprised to see that Jin Beihan actually took a picture before eating. He didn't know who he sent it to. He said, "uncle, what are you doing?"

"It's OK. You'd better stop eating. I'll cook for you today."

"Uncle, you are omnipotent! Can you cook? "

Song Yarong's eyes brightened. He didn't expect that Jin Beihan had this skill. He had never seen it before.

Jin Beihan just chuckled and turned to the kitchen.

In fact, I cooked for song Yarong before, but this little woman certainly doesn't remember.

Song Yarong followed him to the kitchen. Looking at Jin Beihan's skillful movements, he couldn't help but marvel.

Men are really omnipotent. They can do anything. It's amazing.

"You're still burning. Go back and sit down and put on your shoes."

Jin Beihan slightly side head, see her barefoot, face a sink.

Now Song Yarong is very afraid to see Jin Beihan angry and nods quickly. All the rooms are covered with blankets, so she doesn't worry about catching cold. But since all the men have said that, song Yarong naturally wants to listen.

"Uncle, what can I do for you?"

Song Yarong is obsessed with flattering Jin Beihan, forgetting that she is not good at cooking

Jin Beihan pointed to his face: "to cheer up."

"Ah?"

The little woman's face was suddenly full of red, coughing, suddenly covered her face, hesitated for a long time, and then stood on tiptoe.

Jin Beihan's eyes narrowed slightly, his head turned abruptly, and the gentle kiss fell on his lips.

Jin Beihan turned from passive to active, and it took him a long time to let song Yarong go.

After they finished their meal, song Yarong sat down in front of the table, blinking at Jin Beihan and began to taste the meal.

Jin Beihan suddenly some can understand why he so willingly dotes on this little woman, she almost everything to their own, what is what, it's not clever, but Jin Beihan is that kind of don't want to say things, absolutely don't say, so song Yarong want to know what words, doomed to no result.

After two days, he began to clean up and go to work. Song Yarong took out the list Jin Beihan gave her and told everyone. Everyone was surprised.

"Yarong... What's the relationship between you and president Jin?"

Someone asked in a low voice, with curiosity on his face.

"It's the subordinate relationship." Song Yarong was stunned and almost let it slip.

"If you don't believe it, why does the president invite you to dance? It's still during the Chinese New Year! Here's the list

Song Yarong has a black face. After the annual meeting, no one has seen her. Because they are busy with their work and other things, they can't find the person concerned when they want to ask about gossip. Can't they ask the president?

They didn't have the courage to ask again and again in their small group. The woman who confessed with the president endured and didn't like to ask, but nothing happened.

Sure enough, curiosity is more and more disturbing!

"... I want to say, don't hit me..."

Song Yarong coughed, pretending to be mysterious. People who want to know her answer moved forward and listened to her carefully.

"In fact, I'm not the first in the competition. They have to face up to me. Naturally, they found me! Besides, my position was promoted by the president! Right? That's why the president came to me for the Spring Festival. It's all because of my talent! "

Others pretended to beat song Yarong: "when my pants are all off, will you show me this?"

Several people who spoke attracted other people's eyes: "where did you take off your pants? Do you lie without blinking? "

"I'm sorry. I'm used to it. Let's get back to the point."Song Yarong couldn't help laughing. She coughed. She was about to say something when she heard a voice behind her.

"Song Yarong, come here for a moment."

With a sudden turn of his head, Jin Beihan stood at the door of the art department, holding a document in his hand and looking at them with a gloomy face.

Everyone immediately silence, back to their own position, other departments quickly returned to their own departments, for fear that the president broke out.

And people in the art department quietly observe what happened between the president and song Yarong from the back of the computer.

"Big... Boss!"

Song Yarong almost blurts out "Uncle" and changes his mouth in time, which makes Jin Beihan's mouth unable to help but smile.

"This contract can be started. Everyone in Chen Mingming's team will assist you unconditionally. If you need anything, please tell Zuo Mu directly."

This is a direct statement. I don't care if I hate song Yarong at all.

Song Ya Rong Leng a few seconds, quickly nodded: "understand."

Jin Beihan turned to leave, and Zuo Mucai came in a hurry: "did the president tell you everything? All the artists over there have come. If you want to measure the data, go now. Don't let people wait too long. "

Song Yarong quickly nods and looks at the people behind him.

"Yarong! I'm going

"I also want to go. It's said that I'm an artist trained abroad, and I'm all good-looking!"

"I want to go too..."

So many people are staring at Song Yarong. Although there are less than ten of them, their cohesion is not bad.

Although song Yarong was the main person in charge this time, in the end, their team leader was Chen Mingming, so he looked at his uncle: "Miss Chen, how do you arrange it?"

"Since we all want to go, let's go together."

There were eight of them. Six of them had stayed in T country before, but now they have not joined others. All of them were people who knew about the relationship between Song Yarong and Jin Beihan. So when they were asked by people from other departments, they all held the attitude of "asking one thing but not knowing three things".

It can be said to be very tight lipped.

Just holding the feeling that others don't know, I know, it's really not so good.

When other people heard Chen Mingming's arrangement, their eyes lit up: "the director is great!"

A line of eight people will be mighty toward the place they agreed to go.