Chapter 12 Talking about the Wife

The next second after the message was sent, He Anle's video call popped up, and Song Yu pressed the connect button.

"What do you think, is this a secret marriage plan?" He Anle teased.

Song Yu rolled his eyes, "Absolutely. Don't even think about it. If netizens knew that Mrs. Tan was me, wouldn't they be able to drown me with foam stars?"

"Besides, I just want to graduate safely, and I don't want to be so high-profile, so you have to keep it a secret for me!"

At the other end of the video, He Anle nodded frequently and agreed with her words.

Feeling sleepy, Song Yu said good night and hung up the phone.

Early the next morning, Song Yu woke up and went to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich.

She has to go to school today. The innovation and entrepreneurship project will be submitted in three days, and their group's project is only a prototype.

After Tan Huairong got dressed, he walked out of the room, glanced at Song Yu who was eating, and walked away.

Song Yu turned around when he heard the sound of closing the door and blinked a few times.

Did the stinky man go out just now?

Haha, it's indeed a ghost possession.

She called a car with her mobile phone, packed her backpack and went downstairs.

Since moving here, it has been further away to go to school.

Although she has obtained her driver's license, she still doesn't have the guts to actually hit the road.

When she arrived at school, He Anle was already there.

"I'm going, you're already here, and that guy Ji Xifeng actually dares to be late!" He Anle clenched his fists angrily.

Song Yu glanced at his phone, it was not yet eight o'clock.

"Coming, I'm coming!"

Not far away, Ji Xifeng ran over carrying a few convenience bags, still chewing food vaguely.

"As long as you come, let's get started?"

Song Yu nodded and put the computer in his backpack on the table.

Ji Xifeng smiled and put the bag in his hand on the table, "You haven't eaten yet, I went to Ximen Building to buy breakfast."

That's why he was so late.

When He Anle heard this, he immediately opened the convenience bag. Inside was indeed Ximenlou's specialty steamed buns.

Because their store is so popular, you basically have to queue up an hour or two in advance to buy it.

He Anle raised his eyebrows and took out a bun, "Okay, I don't usually see a guy like you being so attentive."

Ji Xifeng laughed and turned to look at Song Yu, "Don't you want to eat?"

"No, I've already eaten in the morning, you guys finish quickly and then we can start."

Song Yu shrugged.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Ji Xifeng's eyes, but it was quickly covered up.

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Zhu Xia Tong took a special beauty sleep last night so that he could be in the best condition to meet Tan Huairong today.

I didn't wait for Tan Huairong's call, but I saw the hot search push message.

The three striking words "Talking about Mrs." made her eyes red with envy.

He actually clarified it!

[Xiao Yu is eating: Wow, Mr. Tan is too masculine. He has the strength to pamper his wife. ]

[Qiqi has a headache: Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought Mr. Tan’s marriage partner was Zhu so-and-so, but now it seems that’s not the case! ]

[Crocodile: Damn, I finally have a wife. Let’s all be sensible. ]

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Zhu Xia Tong was so angry that she was trembling all over, and her nails dug into her flesh without even noticing.

She was obviously supposed to be Mrs. Tan, so why did Song Yu get there first?

Why!

He picked up the phone and immediately called Tan Huairong.

The phone continued to ring, and Zhu Xia Tong's heart suddenly trembled.

Will Huairong doubt himself?

No, she did it perfectly, how could the investigation be traced to her!

Even if she doesn't succeed, she is still a victim.

The call was finally connected.

"Hello."

Tan Huairong's cold voice came out.

Zhu Xia Tong cautiously said, "Huairong, I'm sorry about the hot search. I reflected on it all day yesterday and I shouldn't bother you to pick me up."

"fine."

Zhu Xiatong was relieved when he heard what he said.

It seems that it was not found.

"I really blame myself for causing you so much trouble. I don't even have the face to see you. Is Miss Song angry? I'll treat her to a meal tonight to apologize."

She deliberately said 'Miss Song' in order to test whether Tan Huairong cared about Song Yu.

"No, don't go out during this period."

It was still a calm voice.

Zhu Xia Tong raised the corner of his mouth, chatted for a few more words, and waited for the other party to hang up the phone.

The Internet has no memory, and this matter was quickly suppressed by other new things.

In a blink of an eye, the day came when Song Yu was going to submit the project, and they still had a finishing work to do.

Tan Huairong had just returned in the middle of the night when he saw Song Yu rushing out with his backpack.

"Where are you going so late?" Tan Huairong frowned and called to her.

Song Yu waved his hand, "The first of the three rules of the agreement is not to interfere in the other party's private life."

Tan Huairong was choked for a moment, and he regretted speaking.

"Who is interested in your private life? I just hope you won't be kidnapped or trafficked. When the time comes, the old man will come to me for help." Tan Huairong said with a dark face.

Hahaha, she really knows how to thank you!

There is no such thing as a curse.

Song Yu raised a fake smile and said, "Don't worry, if something happens to me, I will definitely write a suicide note in advance and I will definitely not drag you down."

"Dear, if I don't have anything else to do, I'll go out."

After saying these words, Song Yu turned around, rolled his eyes, and curled his lips to complain silently.

Tan Huairong was too lazy to care about her and went back to the study to finish his work.

After he finished the video conference, he was so thirsty that he picked up the cup and prepared to take a sip, but found that the bottom of the cup was already empty, so he had to go out and pour another cup of coffee.

When passing by the corridor, I coughed twice.

To prevent that little woman from saying he is a ghost again.

The kitchen that should have been bright was silent and dark, and Tan Huairong couldn't help but frown.

Logically speaking, Song Yu should be having a midnight snack at this point.

Is it possible that you haven't come back yet?

Tan Huairong glanced at his watch, it was two forty-three in the morning.

He put down the cup and walked to the door of Song Yu's room.

Who knew that the door was not locked at all and opened as soon as it was pushed.

It was an empty room. The windows were not closed when the owner left, and the curtains fluttered gently in the evening breeze.

Is this the good girl of the Song family?

Not going home in the middle of the night?

Tan Huairong didn't even realize that he was overly concerned, so he picked up his cell phone and called Special Assistant Tang.

"Give me five minutes to check where she is now."

She, which she is?

Miss Zhu, or Miss Song?

Assistant Tang turned his head and said, "Okay, CEO."

In less than five minutes, Tan Huairong received a text message:

President, Miss Song went to her friend He's house and should be staying tonight.

Special Assistant Tang was also very confused, because there was a boy with him, but his president only asked where Miss Song had been. He was afraid that he would say too much and he would think he was too talkative.

Tan Huairong replied with a yes and put down his phone.

Early the next morning, Song Yu, He Anle, and Ji Xifeng went to school to submit their projects with dark circles under their eyes.

The innovation and entrepreneurship projects set up by the school are also designed to prepare them for immediate internships, because there will always be someone who decides to start a business.

This also includes Song Yu and the others, and they have already divided the work.

Song Yu majored in finance, and she was responsible for assessing project risks. Ji Xifeng was responsible for recruiting partner investors, and He Anle was responsible for finding good projects.

After the project is approved, they will start to establish a preliminary investment company.

"The concept of your project is very good, and the division of labor is also very clear. I look forward to your results when the time comes."

Director Ren, who specializes in teaching this course, praised them sincerely after seeing their group project.

"Director, that means we can definitely pass!" Song Yu said excitedly.

Although the three of them were not short of money to spend, it was all family money. As ambitious young people, the three decided to start a business together.

As long as you pass the project selection and get the top three grades, you can get the entrepreneurial fund, which is sponsored by the school free of charge.

"I can't make the decision on this. I won't know until the results come out at the end of the month." Director Ren smiled lightly and shook his head.

However, his recognition gave Song Yu and the others a great encouragement.

Farewell to Director Ren, the three of them walked to the school gate and prepared to go their separate ways.

"Then it's agreed, if we win the award, we'll go out for a dinner to celebrate!"

Ji Xifeng was very excited. He really wanted to impress his old man.

"Okay, okay, definitely." He Anle smiled in disgust.

Song Yu stopped taking a taxi and took a ride back with He Anle's family.

"Mrs. Tan, Mr. Tan didn't give you a car."

He Anle clenched his fist and pretended to be a microphone, and placed it on Song Yu's chin.

Song Yu complained mercilessly: "Sister, do you think I'm worthy? I'll be thankful that he doesn't get mad and deal with the Song family."

After listening to her words, He Anle patted her shoulder sympathetically, with a righteous expression, "Miss Song, take care of yourself!"

Song Yu was too lazy to talk to her and said goodbye to her after arriving at the apartment.

She worked on the project plan all night last night, and her energy has reached its limit.

After returning home, she went to bed and fell asleep. When she woke up again, it was already dark.

Song Yu climbed out of bed, rubbed his eyes and went out to find food.

After not eating for a day, she no longer cared about whether it tasted good or not. She made a bucket of her favorite soup, Master, and paired it with ham sausage. It was a delight.

After Tan Huairong came home from get off work, he smelled a strong smell in the living room.

I took off my coat and walked to the kitchen, and sure enough I saw the little woman making noodles.

Song Yu always felt like someone was staring at him, so he swallowed the instant noodles in his mouth and turned around carefully.

She was silent for a while and whispered, "Next time you can make some noise when you walk."

At least let her know. Standing behind her without saying a word will scare people to death, okay?

She really doubted whether this dog man was a ghost.

"Ha, you blame me for not being vigilant at all?" Tan Huairong stared at the noodle bucket in her hand and frowned.

Song Yu followed his gaze and looked at his hand, "Do you want to eat? There is still one in the cupboard. I still don't care about a bowl of instant noodles."

So the smell everywhere in the house comes from this bowl of instant noodles?

Tan Huairong had a black face, walked over to the cupboard, rummaged through the cupboard, and threw all the four or five buckets of instant noodles inside into the trash can. And warned: "You are not allowed to eat anything with flavor at home in the future."