After sending warmth to the future boss, he was reborn

Chapter 3
After Song Ya came out of the ward, she took out the mobile phone in her bag and dialed the number of a chef in the backstage of Weixiang Pavilion.

The phone rang a few times and was quickly connected.

"Hello, is sister Zhao there?" Song Ya put the phone to her ear and asked.

"I'm here, Xiaoya, what's the matter?" A gentle female voice came out from the phone.

"Are you still in Weixiang Pavilion? I want to order food." Song Ya lowered her eyes to look at the time, it is now 11:12.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

"That's good. I want you to prepare meals and send them to Jinye Hospital before 12 noon, and the speed should be fast." Song Ya stood in the corridor, looking at the various people passing by downstairs, and ordered.

Thinking that Xiaowan just woke up and couldn't eat spicy food.Song Ya continued to instruct Zhao Yu to tailor some nutritious light food for her daughter.

That's right ←_←, it's equivalent to an upgraded version of ordering takeaway.It's just that the dishes are more upscale, and they are private chefs.

As a top company in the country, Ye's is involved in all walks of life.

Weixiang Pavilion is a restaurant under the Ye family, which is quite famous in M ​​city.

Chef Zhao's full name is Zhao Yu, and he is the head chef in the restaurant.

Song Ya passed by one time, suddenly became interested, so she went to the restaurant to patronize.

After all, it is their own store, so it should be considered as an investigation of people's sentiments.

As a result, it was as good as before, and it has been out of control ever since.

There are many chefs in Weixiang Pavilion, but Song Ya especially likes the dishes made by this woman named Zhao Yu.The dish is delicious in color, fragrance and taste, and there is an indescribable taste that whets the appetite.

Zhao Yu is a single mother, she speaks softly and softly, and has a very gentle personality.People get along very well, the key is that the cooking is really delicious.Anyway, the Ye family was not short of money, so they hired someone to be their own exclusive chef.Of course, the salary will definitely not treat others badly.

When she was bored, Song Ya would also learn to cook with Zhao Yu. The two beautiful women had a good chat in the kitchen.

In fact, Song Ya really likes to cook, and she also wants to be the kind of good wife and mother who cooks well.When my daughter is sick, I cook good dishes and cook various nutritious soups for Xiao Wan.But God doesn't allow it, whether it's cooking or stir-frying, as long as it passes through her hands, it will become that kind of unpalatable taste.

Alas, this is forever hurt.Song Ya sighed inwardly.

She still has self-knowledge and cannot harm her delicate and frail baby daughter.But, after Xiaowan and herself return to Ye's house, they can still make it for the child's father, and she believes that Brother Zheng will not refuse.

Thinking about it in her heart, Song Ya raised a faint smile on her face.Put away the phone and put it in the brand-name bag that you are wearing.Stepping on high heels all the way to go through the discharge procedures for her daughter.

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After lunch, Ye Wanwan began a series of busy body tests.It took a whole afternoon to check everything from head to toe.

The moment I stepped out of the hospital, I suddenly felt like I was alive after a catastrophe.Ye Wanwan looked up at the blue sky, and couldn't help but marvel at how fresh the air outside was.If she could, she really didn't want to step into the hospital again for the rest of her life.

Walk along the path outside the hospital for a few minutes to the parking lot.Song Ya took her daughter to the parking space where she parked.

Ye Wanwan looked up and saw the car.

It was a red Ferrari.Absolutely graceful lines outline the locomotive for a great look.Simple yet extravagant.

A successful woman, of course, needs to have her own sports car. She can drive wherever she wants to go, which is convenient and cool.

Song Ya thought so.Although she came from a wealthy family, she is not as delicate as those rich ladies.Since childhood, she has been the kind of very pursuing woman who doesn't like to cling to men.Who said women are inferior to men?She wants to prove that she is no worse than men.

When she was young, Song Ya founded her own company - Song Jewelry.Over the years, it has achieved good results.

Of course, she also went through various difficulties and obstacles on the way, and there were many people who accused her of being a woman who was offensive to public morals.Song Ya didn't say anything, she just silently improved the company, and finally lived up to expectations and proved herself with her strength.When Song's jewelry stands at the top of the country's jewelry enterprises, this is her best counterattack and slap in the face.

Of course, these glorious deeds are in the past tense, and now Song Ya only has her precious daughter and her dear brother Zheng in her heart.When Xiaowan grows up, she will leave the company to her daughter as a dowry.She retired from her career and went on a trip with her child's father to spend her old age peacefully.

Song Ya took out the car keys from her bag, opened the back door of the car, signaled Ye Wanwan to go up first, and then went to the front to drive.

Ye Wanwan sat obediently in the back seat, pulling her skirt a little cautiously.

It was the first time for her to ride in such a luxury car.In her previous life, she was able to spend one yuan and five to take the bus, which was very good.

I was able to recognize the brand of this car at a glance just now because Ye Wan used to go to work outside on weekends to distribute leaflets, and the advertisements written on them were all kinds of information about selling cars.At that time, Ye Wanwan was very interested in those cars, so she found out about them on Baidu.

Recalling her previous life, Ye Wanwan couldn't help but think of the white-bearded old man she met that day, and the mysterious pendant he gave her.

There must be something wrong with this white bearded old man.

Ever since she was a child, because of Ye Wanwan's strange physique, no one had taken the initiative to talk to her, but the old man took the initiative to hold her back, and even stuffed Ye Wanwan with a pendant for no reason.

Could it be... everything was premeditated?
Damn, this is all pitfalls.

When passing the traffic light, Song Ya was driving in front, and she could not help sighing when she saw her daughter's dumbfounded expression through the rearview mirror.After Xiaowan's car accident, why did she feel so stupid.

"Xiao Wan, do you get carsick? How about I drive slowly." Song Ya asked suddenly.

Ye Wanwan shook her head, said a word not to be dizzy, and then continued to look out the window in a daze.

Supporting her head with her hands, she leaned against the car window, looking at the scenery passing by in front of her, she was still a little dazed.She has truly become another person, and everything in her previous life is like a dream.Is it Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, or...

The vehicle drove through the quiet mountain forest, and an hour passed without knowing it.

Ye Wanwan felt that the speed of the vehicle was slowing down, thinking that it must be approaching, she looked up and saw a European-style villa.

This is a noble private villa, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, it can be seen at a glance that it is the residence of a rich family.The villa has three floors. Since it is built against the mountain, the scenery on each floor has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Entering the gate, there is a small path paved with cobblestones. On both sides of the path are a row of stone benches. On the stone benches, there are bonsai flowers and trees in various shapes, which is pleasing to the eye.

Ye Wanwan opened the door and got out of the car, and then walked into the luxurious villa with Song Ya.

As she walked, she sighed in her heart.I'll go, it's too rich.In her previous life, she had seen this kind of luxurious villa most in TV dramas, but she didn't expect to see it with her own eyes now, and she even became the hostess directly.

When the door decorated with hollow reliefs opens, a more luxurious hall greets the eye.The majestic and brilliant design and the glittering decorations further highlight the wealth of the owner of this villa.Only two words came to Ye Wanwan's mind: luxury.

"Stupid! You don't even recognize your own family?" Song Ya joked when she saw her daughter's surprised expression.

Ye Wanwan didn't answer, just smiled.As an imposter, she didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Song Ya didn't think it was strange, she just thought it was her daughter who lost her memory due to a car accident and forgot.

She reached out and touched Ye Wanwan's head, and said: "Xiaowan, if you are tired, go to rest first, and I will have someone take you to the room. Mom has something to do and needs to go back to the company. In the evening, I will talk to your father." Come back together." After speaking, she stretched out her hand to call the maid who was closest to them to come over.

The maid froze for a moment, only to realize that Madam was calling her.

She walked over timidly, bowed to Song Ya and saluted, her voice trembling: "Madam, yes, do you have any orders?"

Song Ya looked at the person in front of her.

Young, in his early twenties.The skin is very fair, and the person looks very delicate.At this time, he bent down in a proper manner, revealing his snow-white neck.

She frowned slightly, why is this person a bit unfamiliar.Although he was puzzled in his heart, it was not enough to attract her attention.It's just a maid, probably new here.

"You will take the young lady upstairs to rest later. Do you know the location of the room?" Song Ya said to the maid, her tone was flat.

"Yes, ma'am." The maid replied respectfully.

Ye Wanwan stood by the side, and waited for them to finish talking before she said, "Mom, I'll go up first, so you should go get busy. Come back early, don't get tired."

"Okay, Xiaowan, take a good rest." Song Ya gently patted her daughter's shoulder.

Ye Wanwan nodded, obediently followed the maid upstairs.

(End of this chapter)