A week passed like this.

On this day, Jian Tong was drawing a new design draft when she received a strange call on her mobile phone.

At first I thought it was a harassing call, but after I hung up, the calls kept coming.

"Which one?"

Not many people know her private number.

"Boss, you don't remember me, I am Song Nanfeng!"

Jian Tong suddenly realized that he was this weakling.

"How's it going? You've been at the police station for a week. Have you ever reflected on your life?" She raised her lips and smiled.

Song Nanfeng, "..."

That dark week was like something Song Nanfeng never wanted to mention or recall in his whole life, but Jian Tong was caught off guard and stabbed him.

Because of Fu Siyu's relationship, he was literally locked up in a solitary room for a week. Apart from the police officers who regularly delivered water and meals every day, he had no one to talk to, and his mobile phone was also confiscated.

Driven into mental illness.

During this period, he tried to find an opportunity to bribe the police with benefits so that they could inform the Song family. Fu Siyu seemed to have thought of this a long time ago. Everyone in the police station was ordered to go down by the police chief, so Song Nanfeng's request for help failed.

With no cell phone and no one to talk to, Song Nanfeng often talked to himself. In addition, there was no sunlight in the confinement room all day long. He had no other choice but to count the days with his fingers, except to deliver water and food at the fixed time every day.

A week flies by in the outside world, but Song Nanfeng seems to have experienced seventy years.

He also became more and more afraid of Jian Tong.

I also regret that I was such a fool for trying to force Jian Tong and Song Meizhi to apologize.

Often when he thought of this incident, he would slap himself hard several times.

It's quite harsh on myself.

After finally getting through a week, Song Nanfeng thought about whether to go to Mr. Song to cry and complain, but when he thought about it carefully, he could not be protected by Mr. Song for the rest of his life. If Mr. Song avenged him, it would be equivalent to offending Fu Siyu.

.

This is all still his guess.

Or maybe Mr. Song ignored the matter because of the relationship between the Fu and Song families, and instead grounded him again because of this matter, which would be more than worth the gain.

Song Nanfeng's brain was indeed hard to use sometimes, but he could still analyze the pros and cons of this kind of thing clearly.

It is better to accept Jian Tong as the boss sincerely. At least in the future, besides the Song family, he will have Jian Tong as a backer.

According to Fu Siyu's concern for Jian Tong, it means that both the Fu and Song families are standing behind him.

Who dares to mess with him in Yangcheng from now on?

Just like a crab, it can walk sideways.

Therefore, it is not a loss to accept Jian Tong as the boss.

"After reflection, I deserve this." Song Nanfeng said doggedly, "Even if the boss locks me up for a month, I won't resent you."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't flatter me in front of me. It won't work for me. If I didn't have Fu Siyu behind me, you might not know how to kill me for revenge after you come out."

"Boss, I am your little brother now, and I will follow you from now on."

"I don't have anything for you to do now. You should settle down for a while. When I figure out what to do, I will come back to you. Don't worry, you won't suffer a loss by following me." Since Jian Tong plans to recognize Song Nanfeng

As a younger brother, she naturally has her uses, but she hasn't used Song Nanfeng yet.

"Okay, I'll wait for the boss's orders at any time."

Song Nanfeng hung up the phone, looked at the blue sky, stood at the door of the police station and shouted loudly, "I, Song Nanfeng, came out again!"

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Chapter completed!