The delicate little wild flower is a vest boss

Chapter 182

The two of them were busy, but the two of them were busy.

Ye Qinghuan lay lazily on the bed, bored and holding her phone, not knowing what to do next.

In the conference room, Pei Jinnian looked at the hung up phone, smiled helplessly, and continued the meeting. After all, if he ended the meeting earlier, he might be able to go home earlier to accompany his wife.

Ye Qinghuan lay on the bed for a long time, remembering that he hadn't seen Song Qingci for a long time, and didn't know how he was doing now. It was time to go and see him.

Ye Qinghuan simply washed up and set off for Universal Entertainment.

After all, it was a place he had just been to yesterday, and the security guards at the door had received a notice today. They all knew that she was the new president, so naturally no one would stop her.

Ye Qinghuan looked at the people coming and going in the company, smiling lightly. Anyway, she didn't have anything important to do, so she just looked around and saw how the company was running.

Unconsciously, Ye Qinghuan came to Song Qingci's office.

Ye Qinghuan knocked on the door gently with a smile on her face, "Mr. Song, long time no see."

After Song Qingci saw who was coming, a look of joy flashed across his face, "Mr. Ye, it's really been a long time no see!"

Ye Qinghuan looked at him writing and drawing on a notebook, and chuckled, "Are you creating?"

Looking at the waste paper scattered everywhere on the ground, Ye Qinghuan also stepped out of the bag cover. This is a bottleneck period!

As expected, Song Qingci nodded bitterly, "I am not as good as before now, and maybe I am exhausted as others say."

Ye Qinghuan smiled and comforted, "Don't be so depressed, everyone has a bottleneck period, just get through this bottleneck period, if you really have no inspiration now, just walk with me, I have a few songs, maybe it will help you."

Song Qingci nodded, it was the only way, maybe, go out for a walk, there will be new inspiration.

"Thank you first, Mr. Ye."

Ye Qinghuan smiled lightly, said nothing, turned around and walked out.

Song Qingci also followed him out, and the two walked like this, no one spoke, and finally, it was Ye Qinghuan who broke the silence first.

"Mr. Song, I recruited you, so you have to believe in your own value, and I will help you as much as possible. I think you should know that I am just a new president. I want to gain a foothold in this company. Ability is very important, so I will try my best to train you, don't worry."

After listening to Ye Qinghuan's words, Song Qingci felt relieved. After all, he was worried that Ye Qinghuan would be disappointed in him because of this matter. This was his last chance!

Ye Qinghuan looked at Song Qingci and knew that he had listened to her, and it was worth her effort.

As they walked, Ye Qinghuan took Song Qingci to her office.

"Mr. Song, this is my office. Please sit down first. I will find you some music scores. After all, I don't come to the company often, and the things here are a bit messy."

Song Qingci smiled indifferently, "Thank you, Mr. Ye."

Ye Qinghuan shook his head gently, said nothing, and turned to find the music scores.

She was sure that it was here because she wrote it when she was bored in the office when she first came to the company. Although it was not polished, she was quite satisfied with the score. If she wanted to use it, she could make some changes.

Ye Qinghuan flipped left and right, and finally found the manuscript at the bottom of the drawer.

Ye Qinghuan showed a satisfied smile on his face, "Mr. Song, I wrote this when I was bored. See if it inspires you. If possible, I will polish it for you."

Song Qingci smiled. As a result, the manuscript in Ye Qinghuan's hand made Song Qingci's eyes widen at a glance.

"This, this song is amazing!"

Song Qingci's eyes were full of surprise, and he looked up at Ye Qinghuan, "Mr. Ye, did you ask someone to write this song? This style is exactly the same as that of the mysterious composer Y!"

Ye Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and did not take up her topic, "How is it, is it helpful for your creation?"

Song Qingci looked at the manuscript in his hand again and nodded heavily, "Of course, this song is really hard to come by!"

Ye Qinghuan smiled faintly, "Okay, as long as it is useful to you

, you take a look first, and I will polish it for you after you finish writing the lyrics. "

This time, Song Qingci finally grasped the key point, frowning and looking at Ye Qinghuan, "Please polish it for me, this, is it you..."

Ye Qinghuan smiled indifferently, "I wrote it when I was bored."

Song Qingci looked even more excited, "Then, Mr. Ye, do you know Teacher Y? Her style of music is not something that everyone can imitate!"

Ye Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, "Can't this song be written by myself?"

Song Qingci widened his eyes and came back to his senses after a while, "Ye, Mr. Ye, you are not the mysterious arranger Y, right?"

"Why, can't it be?"

Song Qingci couldn't believe his ears, "Mr. Ye, I didn't expect that I have such an unknown side! "

Ye Qinghuan smiled, "Okay, I'll give you the song. The important thing is to write your lyrics quickly. Don't let me down for your cultivation!"

Song Qingci nodded and went out excitedly holding the song in his hand.

Ye Qinghuan smiled faintly and shook his head. He sat in the office, closed his eyes and dozed off, thinking about what had happened in the past few days.

Kishida Taro has stepped down, and Japan has lost the initiative in the negotiations in China. Everything is moving in a good direction, but the Murong family...

At this moment, in the study of the Murong family.

Murong Haoshen and Murong Yunhai looked very unhappy.

"Ajiu, you are my most trusted subordinate. You have messed up twice. You should give me an explanation! "

This man called Ajiu is the black-clothed man who assassinated Ye Qinghuan's leader last time.

At this moment, he knelt in front of Murong Yunhai, lowered his head, and felt very guilty, "My subordinates are incompetent. This time I brought a small team of elite soldiers. I didn't expect that Ye Qinghuan's martial arts were unfathomable. We are really no match for her."

Murong Yunshen snorted coldly, "Ajiu, no matter what, Ye Qinghuan is just a little girl. You are the elite of my Murong family. It seems that you should be retrained!"

Hearing Murong Yunhai's words, Ajiu trembled all over. There are some things that he doesn't want to experience again in his life.

Just as Murong Yunhai was about to say something, Murong Jingyu walked in with a happy face.