After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

"This little girl in your family has quite a few Lanyans."

In the Ministry of Finance, Bai Yiqian sat on the sofa in the finance minister's office, crossed his legs, and swiped Twitter with his mobile phone. When he saw Deng Xian's comment on the screenshot of the netizen, he sighed: "I see that Guan Xiao and this Deng Xian's fans are both There are tens of millions, and now I stand up to speak for her, and I am not afraid to offend other actresses."

After speaking, he turned to look at the executive desk.

There were a lot of documents piled up on the table, and Song Boyan was working overtime to review it.

Bai Yiqian said again: "Little girl is quite suitable for the entertainment industry, and her popularity seems to be good. If it goes on like this, it will be a matter of time to fall in love."

As he spoke, he leaned back on the sofa and put his arms on the back of the sofa: "I was worried that she would cause you a headache, but now it's easy, there is no shortage of handsome guys in the entertainment industry, maybe you can turn around. Forget you 'old man'."

The heating was on in the office, Song Boyan only wore a light gray shirt, with a pen in his right hand to sign or write a suggestion, the other hand resting on the edge of the table, with half a cigarette between his index and middle fingers.

After listening to Bai Yiqian's words, Song Boyan paused when he signed the document, and then said, "If she can really forget it, it might not be a bad thing."

"You're open-minded." Bai Yiqian continued to tease: "Or, the little girl is not beautiful enough to attract your heart?"

Song Boyan closed the document in his hand: "Forget me, an old man, and find someone of the right age to fall in love with. It's the best choice for her."

Bai Yiqian was silent for a few seconds, and cast his eyes at the executive table, his tone was full of emotion: "As a man, I am a little envious of your little girl when I hear your words."

Suddenly, the door of the office was knocked.

Bai Yiqian said "come in".

The door opened, and Ji Ming came in with a piece of A4 paper.

Bai Yiqian joked: "Yo, has our star-chasing Chief Ji finished writing the review?"

"..." Ji Ming.

Just then, the cell phone on the executive desk kept ringing.

Song Boyan answered the phone, and Fu Si's exasperated voice came from the receiver: "Uncle, I have something to do, you have to help me!"

"What's the matter?" Song Boyan took the paper from Ji Ming.

"My A Li was bullied by a little star! The two coquettish bitches jointly suppressed A Li on the Internet, which made me mad!" Damn, I won't let them die this time!"

"Who are you, Laozi?"

Hearing his uncle's question, Fu Si instantly calmed down: "I made a slip of the tongue, uncle, I don't mean anything else, I'm just too angry with me! You must know a lot of people, can you call me and bully Ali's daughter? The artist's name is Yang Ning, and there is another named Li Yuan'er, it's best to block them, if you can't block them, let them suffer!"

Song Boyan hummed: "You are getting better and better now, and you know how to bully others."

"I'm punishing evil and promoting good. Uncle, you don't know, the water in the entertainment industry is muddy, and good actors like Ali are usually suppressed, and the situation is very difficult..."

"Okay." Song Boyan interrupted him: "Study hard at school, it's not your turn to worry about the entertainment industry."

Even if his uncle didn't support him, Fu Si still refused to give up, and struggled to the death before hanging up the phone: "Uncle, you should help your nephew and daughter-in-law, Tang Li is someone I like, I can't watch her being bullied. !"

There is one more in the morning, good night~