ation, she wanted to borrow money from Gu Cheng because she owed medical expenses. Who knew that while Gu Cheng claimed to have no money, he bought a new car and flaunted it at her company.The worst p...The general manager's face was ashen.

"All-cash acquisition, no price change. If I don't want it, I'll switch to another company, it doesn't matter to me, but can your son wait"

The CEO's son lost ten billion on a cruise ship in the open ocean. If he doesn't pay the ransom by the end of the month, his son will be fed to the fish in the open sea, with no trace left behind.

Even with a billion dollars in cash flow, it would be impossible for even the wealthiest person to raise such a sum in a short period of time, so he could only sell his Crystal Hotel.

Suddenly, the general manager was drenched in cold sweat, immediately understanding that the person before him was well-prepared.

Song Lin, however, leisurely played with the pen in his hand: "I'll count to three, one, two..."

Okay, deal.

The general manager slumped in defeat.

Xu Da immediately presented the acquisition contracts of both parties. After legal review, he signed his name.

When Song Lin finished the last stroke, a voice came from outside the door, "Mr. Song."

But it soon vanished.

Abroad, people generally call him by his English name. In China, he is mostly addressed as "Song Zong". Some people don't even know his full name.

But only one person called him Mr. Song: Shen Yian.

Just as everyone was about to celebrate the successful completion of the acquisition, Song Lin suddenly stood up and rushed out in full view of the crowd.

With a bang of the door opening, both Shen Yian and the man in front of him were startled.

The next second, Shen Yian saw Song Lin walk out of the meeting room, looking coldly at her and the man.

She immediately scrambled to her feet and ran to Song Lin's side, clutching his suit jacket as if it were a lifeline.

"Mr. Song," Shen Yian's voice was trembling.

If Song Lin didn't come out, she really wouldn't dare to think about what would happen next.

What's going on

Song Lin's voice was cold, he looked at her red-tinged fingers, and yet stepped closer to her, completely shielding her.

Shen Yixin's heart skipped a beat, her voice trembling as she said, "He was a guest of my client. He forced me to drink red wine with him, which I suspected had been drugged. I tried to avoid him, but he wouldn't let up."

Hearing this, Song Lin's eyes turned cold as he looked at the foreigner.

No foreigner had ever been subjected to such a gaze. Pointing at Song Lin, the man in English asked arrogantly, "Who are you What right do you have to tell me what to do"

"Well, so what" Song Rin raised his eyebrow coldly.

Although foreign men are generally more muscular, Song Lin is taller than him and his aura is in no way inferior.

The foreign man felt embarrassed, his face twitched, and he swung a fist twice the size of Shen Yian's at Song Lin.

"Get out of here with those squinty eyes!"

"Mr. Song, be careful."

Shen Yian didn't know where he got the courage, but he squeezed out from behind Song Lin and stood in front.

This is her doing, if she even causes Song Lin to get hurt, she truly deserves to die.

She closed her eyes, bracing for impact, but instead felt a tightening in her waist as someone lifted her up. Then she heard the sound of something heavy hitting the ground nearby.

It's okay.

Song Lin's cold voice slowly sounded in Shen Yian's ear. She carefully opened her eyes and found the foreign man lying on the ground, grinning through clenched teeth.

... while Song Lin simply patted his trouser leg.

At the same time, people hearing the sound rushed out of the conference room and saw Song Lin holding a woman in his arms, expressions ranging from shock to horror.

Shen Yi'an only then realized what was going on and quickly struggled out of Song Lin's arms.

Thank you for your help.

"...."

Huh

Song Lin narrowed her eyes, pretending not to recognize him Was he a virus or a plague

This is how many times

Shen Yian lowered his head, muttering to himself: "Song Lin must be representing Weiyi Technology. Don't let him get scolded because of me."

But... why would programmers be involved in a merger

Why were these people's expressions as if they had seen something incredible

"Song, Mr. Song..." A hesitant voice came.

>Song Zong

Who is itarrange his hair. He then took out a small sample of makeup from his bag and lightly applied it.I wonder what he would think seeing her like this.Would you also be as meticulous and nitpicky as Gu Che...