After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 377 Out of Favor

After the board meeting, Nan Song led a group of assistants to the president's office.

As soon as he entered the office, Nan Song couldn't help but stop at the door.

She had never been to Yu Jinwen's office, and she didn't know what its style was. It should be similar to his study, with a metallic black, white, and gray style.

But the office in front of her was completely in Chinese antique style. Whether it was the mahogany tables and chairs or the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, it was almost exactly the same as her office in Nan Group.

Not only is the wine cabinet prepared, but also slippers are provided.

Nan Song turned his head and glanced at He Zhao, "He Zhu, did you help me arrange it?"

He Zhao folded his hands in front of him and nodded slightly, "Yes. Time was limited, so I simply asked someone to come over and put up wallpaper, using environmentally friendly materials. These mahogany tables, chairs and coffee tables were bought from my furniture market. As for the walls For the calligraphy and painting, I asked the old man to write a calligraphy, and asked the curator for a painting. The few ink paintings next to it are the humble works of the young man, used to fill the space. If Mr. Nan dislikes me, he will have them taken down. "

"Did you draw it?"

Nan Song walked in, took off her high heels, put on slippers, put her hands in her pockets, and looked closely at the two ink paintings.

He Zhao looked back and told Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu not to be stunned and arrange the things where they should be, then he walked towards Nan Song like a eunuch in charge.

"Yes, yes, I also cultivated my sentiments after following Mr. Yu. I specially applied for a drawing board and studied with a teacher for several years. Otherwise, when Mr. Yu saw the paintings and asked me to comment, I wouldn't be able to explain why. "

He Zhao was holding his hands and smiling. Seeing Nan Song staring at the painting for a long time without saying a word, he suddenly felt nervous.

"In front of you, my painting skills are definitely at the level of a primary school student. Don't pollute your eyes. I will take it off if there is a better one later."

"No, just keep it."

Nan Song finally spoke and glanced at He Zhao, "He Zhu, you are really a talent."

He Zhao: "???"

Is this a compliment or a scold?

Of course Nan Song was praising him.

No wonder Yu Jinwen can still use He Zhao for so many years with such a bad temper. In terms of his level of attentiveness and consideration, he is a model among assistants.

Nan Song took out his mobile phone, took two photos of He Zhao's paintings, and sent them to Gu Heng.

[He Zhaohua, is he awesome or not? 】

Gu Heng was also organizing a meeting for department managers. When he received the message from Nan Song, his first reaction was "That's awesome."

But he is now a dignified vice president after all, so he has to maintain a decent posture.

So he replied to Nan Song with an expressionless expression, "Only listen to new people laugh, don't hear old people cry" and wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

Mr. Nan has a new love. He has fallen out of favor and is worried.

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He Zhao went out to make arrangements, while Lu Heng was fixing some project details on the PPT.

Nan Song waved and called Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu to him.

"He looks handsome in a suit. He looks presentable."

Yu Jiahang touched his head and smiled naively, while Yu Zeyu looked excited, "Sister Nan, when grandpa came back and said that we can learn from you in the future, we were so happy!"

He squatted in front of Nan Song and muttered like a little chatterbox, "We used to want to learn from our elder brother, but he thought we were stupid and always being mean to us, so we didn't dare to learn from him."

Nan Song touched his head and said with a smile, "I may be more fierce than your elder brother."

"?"

Yu Zeyu was stunned for a moment and stammered: "No, no way..."

He stood up silently, not daring to be obedient anymore, and stood up straight.

Nan Song asked them: "Have you ever been beaten?"

"..."

The two brothers raised their heads and looked at Nan Song with their eyes widened, but they had to tell the truth, "I've been through it." "That's good, just know what you're doing."

As Nan Song spoke, he took out a ruler from the canvas bag he carried with him and put it in the drawer.

Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu looked at it in horror, what was that just now?
A torture device?
After seeing the "meeting gift" that Nan Song brought them, the two brothers of the Yu family finally realized that Sister Nan was not here to play with them, but to give them a "devil training".

With such mental preparation and awareness, Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu put away their relaxed and playful mentality, behaved well, and did whatever Nan Song asked them to do.

The leaders and staff of the entire group building watched the two young masters who were usually the most noisy running errands upstairs and downstairs. They didn't even joke with them and kept saying "busy" to them.

Even the second master Yu and the third master Yu wanted to say hello when they saw their son, but they were ignored.

"Why are you running so fast? Are you hungry?"

"Get out of the way, out of the way!"

Yu Zeyu was holding a large pile of documents, sweating profusely while running, and muttering, "We can't delay Sister Nan's important event..."

"???"

Mr. Yu was shocked. Is this still his baby?

Before the two of them could react, Yu Jiahang followed closely behind, also running with a large pile of documents in his arms, "Dad, Third Uncle, step out of the way and let me pass!"

"Xiaohang, I said you..."

As soon as Mr. Yu spoke, Yu Jiahang shouted: "No time to chat, Sister Nan is waiting for me!"

"..."

Mr. Yu's eyebrows raised, "Have these two boys been poisoned?!"

I don’t know if it’s a poison or not, but Nan Song’s words are true.

In the afternoon, Nan Song took the two boys to browse through the important projects that Yu's Jewelry has done over the years. Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu listened very carefully.

It was the first time in their lives that they had such a systematic understanding of the Yu family's family history, and they also fully understood the hardships of their father's generation in starting a business. They really went through 81 hardships.

Nan Song gave each of them a notebook and assigned the authors to write a work summary every day.

"I don't ask for word count or format, but I want every word of yours to be written sincerely. You are not allowed to deal with it, and you are not allowed to deal with it. Do you understand?"

Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu held their notebooks and nodded heavily.

The Nan Song in front of them had put away her usual gentle and doting attitude and looked like a stern gentleman. However, since they were not dumbfounded at the age of thirteen or fourteen, they naturally knew that Sister Nan was really "teaching" them something.

How dare they not study seriously?

*
After get off work, Nan Song left the company with Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu and went to the Yu family's old house.

I came over to see Mrs. Yu. She was pulled by the two ladies of the Yu family and talked a lot.

Mrs. Yu Er said: "Xiao Song, you don't have to give us face, just use those two brats as errand carriers, train them to death, and let them suffer a little!"

"Yes, we are biological mothers after all. We can't do anything, so we can only teach you. We should polish their temperament and grind it into pebbles."

Mrs. Yu San was there to help. She also told Nan Song many of Yu Zeyu's weaknesses and even took off her son's underwear.

Yu Fanyin silently mourned for his two brothers. It was a blessing to have such a biological mother in the past life.

Nan Song went into the study room to discuss today's situation with the old man.

Mr. Yu said with a smile: "I know everything. I heard that you are 'killing everyone'. You calmly suppressed those old gangsters. That's right. You have to give them some color." .”

After talking about the arrangements for the follow-up projects, Nan Song left the study and went to Yu Fengjiao's yard to take a look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the yard, I saw a familiar figure under the tree.

She narrowed her eyes, "Uncle Master?!"

(End of this chapter)