Chapter 331 Scars

The car was quietly walking through the rain curtain, with raindrops on the windows, and everything outside was hazy.

The crackling sound of rain made the car extremely quiet. Song Qiyan didn't say anything. Qiao Qiao wanted to say it, but was afraid of the inexplicable coldness of the man and did not dare to speak.

She looked out bored by the car window and suddenly found something: Director Song, it seems that there are several cars following us behind!

Don't be afraid, they are all mine.

oh.Qiao Qiao sat down angrily and said nothing.

What are you thinking about?Song Qiyan stretched out his fingers and gently twisted a strand of hair on her temples. To be safe, I don’t want you to encounter any dangers with me again.

Qiao Qiao turned around and looked through the rear window. The cars followed were all the same model and color, quietly and orderly, about ten meters behind Song Qiyan's car, but it was far and near, showing an extraordinary professionalism.

She couldn't help asking: Is there any danger in internal elections?

Won't.Song Qi's tone is gentle, it's just an election, you're too nervous.

Qiao Qiao thought to himself, of course I am nervous when you put on such a big battle.

There was a red light in front of me. During the waiting period, Song Qiyan pressed the car window and lit a cigarette. His movements were smooth and skillful. Qiao Qiao suddenly understood where that sense of strangeness came from.

She couldn't help but wonder what happened this month, but Song Qiyan would definitely not tell her.

After more than half a year, Qiao Qiao finally returned to the WAWA building again.

The usually lively lobby is so deserted that the girl who loves to laugh at the front desk is gone, and the rest area where artists gather to drink tea and chat is empty, but Qiao Qiao has no time to express her feelings, and she followed Song Qiyan to the elevator.

The conference room was full of people. Some of them had seen each other, some of them looked familiar, and some didn't know each other at all, but they were all in suits and ties with solemn expressions.

The chairs symbolizing the position of WAWA president were empty, and there were several seats on both sides of the conference table. Qiao Qiao felt a slump in his heart when he saw the name tags placed on the seats. Those names belonged to the core conservative members who died suddenly and had scandals.

They seem to never come.

Song Qiyan's expression is the most leisurely among all people, and it can even be called calm and gentle.

But as soon as he entered the door, the whispers surging in the conference room disappeared in an agreement. People exchanged complex and awe-inspiring expressions with each other, waiting for Song Qiyan to take their seats.

Qiao Qiao didn't want to go in, but Song Qiyan led her to her side without any resistance. The bodyguard immediately brought a chair so that she could sit behind him like a deputy.

Several senior executives who knew Qiao Qiao showed a look of surprise, but none of them dared to ask questions or raise objections.

An old man with gray hair stood up, coughed twice, and the conference room was completely quiet.

There were originally five candidates in the internal election today.The old man said in a heavy tone, but four of them gave up attending the election due to personal reasons and were deemed to be automatically abstained.

Qiao Qiao unconsciously looked at the empty seats, and the black and white obituary appeared in his mind.

Mr. Song Qiyan became the only candidate in this election. Without the need to initiate the voting process, Mr. Song automatically became the next president of WAWA Company.Do you have any objections?

The conference room was silent as if dead.

Song Qiyan took out the lighter from the suit and lit a cigarette "click".

Almost as he lit the cigarette, thunderous applause suddenly sounded in the conference room, and everyone stood up at the same time to applaud their new top manager.

The old man stood up and personally pulled the chair in the middle for Song Qiyan and asked him to sit in this position.

Under the warm atmosphere, even Qiao Qiao, who was the background board, couldn't help but sweat and blood boiled. However, Song Qiyan maintained his usual calmness and walked slowly over with steady steps, like a king who was about to be crowned.

The applause never stopped from beginning to end.

Until he walked into Song Qiyan's new office, Qiao Qiao was still dizzy and had weak steps.She sat on the wide leather sofa, touching her skin repeatedly like a wealthy ghost, just like she opened her mouth and kissed her.

Can't believe it.Qiao Qiao muttered, WAWA really became yours?

Song Qiyan signaled the secretary to withdraw, then quietly closed the door and locked it quietly.

Like it?

Like Ah!Qiao Qiao went to slid the floor-to-ceiling windows again, "Oh my God, this scenery is amazing, I can stand here and watch it for a day."

She touched the desk again, and after touching the bookshelf, she sat back on the sofa after touching everything in the room: I understand.

What do you understand?

If I had known that as a president could have such an office, I would have worked hard.

The man chuckled.

Mr. Qi is very good at enjoying it, and he actually sets up his office so luxuriously.

Song Qiyan sat down beside her: I asked someone to redecorate it, and all the original tables and chairs were thrown away.

Qiao Qiao said 'oh' and then realized after a while: Have you already arranged it?You... do you know you can take the company?

Song Qiyan smiled slightly.

Qiao Qiao didn't dare to ask more details. She was 100% sure that those candidates had accidents one after another and were related to Song Qiyan, so don't ask anything and just pretend that she didn't know.

Moreover, she is no longer the little white rabbit of the past. She will be better off and then suffer. As long as Song Qiyan is safe, even if he kills and sets fire, Qiao Qiao will accept it.

By the way, I think there are no people in the company?So what about those artists, have they all been dismissed?

Song Qiyan paused: Qiao Qiao, I want to reorganize WAWA.

What's the meaning?

The AV industry is too small.

Song Qiyan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, exploring the bustling city below. After going around, there were only a few companies. After so many years of development, WAWA had already reached the industry ceiling. If you continue to do it, it was nothing more than maintaining this size. It was impossible to grow bigger.

Qiao Qiao widened her eyes, and she suddenly understood something: So you sent me to the Star Tour...

Song Qiyan turned around and smiled faintly: How do you feel when you go to school?

Qiao Qiao scratched her head awkwardly to hide her guilt. After all, she was very casual in class: Very good, Xingcheng is worthy of being the number one artist school in the circle, and I have gained a lot of knowledge.

Song Qiyan nodded: Well, I also plan to build WAWA into an entertainment company.

A company like Donghe?

Song Qiyan: Donghe is already on the decline. Except for Liang Jize, there are no artists under his belt. It is only a matter of time before they are replaced.

Qiao Qiao was shocked by his understatement, but he strangely felt that as long as Song Qiyan wanted to do, he would definitely do it. His far-sightedness and far-sightedness had already made Qiao Qiao develop this stereotype. Even if Song Qiyan said he wanted to land on the moon, Qiao Qiao believed it without hesitation.

I would ask for comments on the artists of WAWA. If I am willing to transform, I would stay. If I don’t want to, I would arrange other AV companies for them, and the treatment would not be worse than WAWA.

Qiao Qiao blinked: What do you need me to do?

Song Qiyan smiled: You should go to school first, and then talk about the rest later.

Do you want me to enter the entertainment industry?

I had this idea before, but now... Song Qiyan's gaze fell to the misty distance, and I couldn't bear it.

Qiao Qiao has not yet understood the meaning of his words, and Song Qiyan has changed the topic: Tell me something about your school, I want to hear it.

It seems that he still cares about Mingye.

Qiao Qiao thought to himself that he was really unlucky. It was not good for anyone to accompany him to the infirmary. But it was Mingye. His face was too harmful.

I briefly described the situation in the school and emphasized that I and Akino are really nothing.

Song Qi's tone was still very light. After he returned from Country B, the emotions in his voice became less and less. He asked calmly: Where is Chen Xian?

Qiao Qiao was stunned: Are you investigating me?

The man let out a sigh of relief and cleverly changed his concept: I don't like you hiding something from me if you have something to do.

It wasn't really intentional concealment, but she didn't think of Chen Xianlai for a moment.

What about you?Qiao Qiao is a little depressed, how are you in good health?Have all the injuries healed?

All are fine.Song Qiyan unbuttoned a suit buckle with one hand. Do you want to see it?

Well.

Qiao Qiao has to say that his suit and tie stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and unbuttoned her heart was almost stopped.

Song Qiyan slowly took off his coat, and the buttons of the snow-white shirt were unbuttoned one by one. I don’t know if it was intentional, but Qiao Qiao always felt that the process was deliberately lengthened.

However, all the charming ambiguousness disappeared after seeing the pale gunshot wound in Qiao Qiao.

She rushed forward, gently stroked the round and protruding scar with her fingers, and tears immediately burst out from her eyes and could not stop them.

Does it still hurt?

No feeling.Song Qiyan shook his head.

Qiao Qiao couldn't speak anymore, just kept stroking it, as if she wanted to experience the pain Song Qiyan had endured from the remaining scars.

alright.The man gently pushed her hand away, it was fine.

But there was a scar.

You think it's ugly, I can go for scar removal surgery.

Qiao Qiao retorted fiercely: Why do I dislike it?

That's good.Song Qiyan closed his shirt, with an undetectable smile on the corner of his mouth. I like it quite a bit.