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Chapter 232 232: Killing with a borrowed knife, uncle¡¯s marriage (second update)

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    The thirty-third floor is the general manager¡¯s office. Lin Zhengjiao is not here, and several little girls are gossiping.

    Linda just came back from working in the field and didn¡¯t know the situation: ¡°What are you talking about?¡±

    "You don't know yet?" Jenny at the next table said to her, "Mr. Xu has taken office, and Mr. Xu has been sidelined. Our general manager will be moving soon."

    Linda put down her bag, pulled out a chair and sat down: "Where to move?"

    "On the 18th floor, Mr. Xu's new office."

    "Isn't Miss Xu Er's studio on the 18th floor?"

    Jenny was also at the board meeting just now and got the firsthand experience: "Not anymore. At the board meeting just now, Mr. Xu fired her."

    Linda clicked her tongue: "You're going to attack your own father and sister on the first day you take office, so cruel?"

    "Have you met Mr. Xu?"

    "No."

    "If you had seen her, you would never think so. She gives people the impression that" Not knowing how to describe it, Jenny gave an analogy, "No matter who she stabbed, it must be the person who was stabbed."  amnesty."

    Linda said she was exaggerating.

    Jenny gushed endlessly, praising the new boss to the highest level.

    Lin Zhengjiao came back and glanced at the girls who were chatting animatedly: "Aren't you full of work? You still have time to chat here."

    The girls were immediately silent.

    The eighteenth floor is Xu Tanling¡¯s studio.

    Mai Ting knocked on the door and went in: "Your sister wants to terminate your cooperation with Xu."

    Xu Tanling cut her hair. Her appearance was a bit pitiful. The new hairstyle was not suitable for her. The length was too short and completely exposed the shortcomings of her facial features.

    She put on a hat: "She stopped when she said it was terminated?"

    Mai Ting closed the door: "She is the major shareholder, no one dares to oppose her."

    "Where's my dad?"

    Mai Ting shook her head: "Now Xu, your sister is the one who makes the decision. What your father said has no effect. Also, the general manager's office just contacted me and asked us to move out of the 18th floor as soon as possible."

    Xu Tanling said nothing, got up, went to the bathroom, and dialed Wen Zhaofang's number.

    "mom."

    She cried as soon as she opened her mouth.

    Wen Zhaofang asked: "What's wrong?"

    She was so aggrieved: "Sister cut off my endorsement and kicked me out of Xu's Building."

    Wen Zhaofang was not surprised at all. He expected that Xu Tanxi would settle the scores later: "She was offended by Shi Yu's incident. She was venting his anger on her little uncle."

    "First dad, now it's my turn, next" Xu Tanling suddenly said nervously, "Mom, you must be careful, I'm afraid my sister will do something bad to you."

    Wen Zhaofang did not answer.

    Xu Tanling comforted her in an "understanding" manner: "But don't worry too much. You walk and sit upright, and you are not a company employee. Don't be afraid of her. She won't be able to catch anything and can't do anything."

    If Xu Tanxi has something to do with her

    Wen Zhaofang was silent for a long time and then changed the subject: "I will help you find a place in the studio. Don't mess with her again."

    "I see."

    Wen Zhaofang hung up the phone.

    Xu Tanling looked up at the mirror, with tears in her eyes. She grinned and smiled.

    On the other end, Ms. Wen hung up the phone and dialed a number.

    "Help me do something."

    The ghost in July and a half is the human heart.

    Hongqiao Hospital.

    Wen Shiyu has not been discharged from the hospital yet.

    The old man called with a cold tone: "When will you be discharged from the hospital?"

    Wen Shiyu replied: "Tomorrow."

    "The daughter of the Jin family has returned to China. Please choose a time to meet her."

    It¡¯s not a discussion, it¡¯s a notification.

    Wen Shiyu was sitting on the hospital bed with his clothes on. There was a book in Sanskrit on the table next to him.

    "No need to meet, there's no need."

    Wen Hong angrily scolded: "You are not young anymore. It's time to start a family. If you hadn't been single all this time, your sister wouldn't have made any plans against you."

    He had a gentle tone and a firm attitude: "Father, you promised me that you would not interfere in my marriage."

    Wen Hong sneered at him on the other end of the phone: "If I don't interfere, do you plan to spend your whole life?"

    He remained silent.

    Wen Hong was very angry when he acquiesced, and cursed: "The time is right, life isHave a sense of shame and don't forget your identity.  "

    After saying that, he hung up.

    The window was open, the wind blew in, and the book on the table was rolled up and turned over.

    The Buddha advised him to let it go.

    How to let go?  He has never picked it up, how could he put it down?

    Wen Shiyu put down his cell phone, picked up the book, tore out a page, and threw it into the trash can. He bent down to pull the bottom of the cabinet.

    There was smoke inside.

    He seldom smokes and has no addiction. He is not easily addicted to anything except growing flowers and singing operas.

    Someone knocked on the door.

    He put the cigarette back and closed the drawer: "Please come in."

    This is Zhou Qingci, here to visit the patient.

    "What's wrong?" She held a bouquet of lily of the valley in her hand, "You look so ugly?"

    Clivias are hard to buy, so she found this bunch of lily-of-the-valley after traveling far away.

    Wen Shiyu closed the book and pressed it under the pillow: "It's okay."

    Zhou Qingci doesn¡¯t like to smile very much. She has a typical model face and a world-weary, advanced and cool look. She is very tall, 1.75 meters tall.

    She put the flowers into the vase: "Didn't you ask Baoli to look for Teacher Chen Qiancheng's works? Did you find them?"

    "No." Wen Shiyu put his right hand by his side, with a needle stuck on the back of his hand. His skin color was very white, and his hand bones were long and thin.

    His hands are beautiful.

    Zhou Qingci was lucky enough to see him singing in Tsing Yi, and saw his Chenglu, Shupetan, Zuihong, and Yushuang. Those are a pair of hands that can twist flowers on the stage.

    She took out an old-looking disc from her bag: "Here, Teacher Chen burned it himself."

    Teacher Chen Qiancheng is a famous singer in Tsing Yi. He has been dead for many years and his works are hard to find.

    Wen Shiyu carefully put the disc away: "Where did you find it?"

    Zhou Qingci pulled up a chair and sat down. Her legs wrapped in pencil trousers were long and straight. They were straight enough to reach the foot of the hospital bed: "I met Teacher Chen's daughter at the dinner last week, so I asked her shamelessly.  I asked for one.¡±

    Wen Shi said politely when he met the guests: "Sorry for your trouble."

    Zhou Qingci smiled, the coolness between her eyebrows lessened a bit: "Can you please stop talking so old-fashioned?"

    Wen Shiyu said nothing, picked up the phone and tapped the screen a few times.

    Ding.

    Zhou Qingci opened WeChat and looked at it: "Why are you transferring money to me?"

    He has handsome features and is not tainted by any impetuousness of the world. He said: "No reward for no merit."

    Zhou Qingci clicked on the payment: "As you wish." Her cell phone rang and she stood up, "I'll answer the phone."

    She put on a mask and went to pick her up outside the ward.

    It was her agent, Ms. Jiang Xinrong, who called: "Where are you?"

    "In Nancheng."

    Ms. Jiang was a little irritable: "You have a show tonight, why are you running to Nancheng?"

    Zhou Qingci leaned against the door and glanced inside through the transparent window. She never moved her eyes away: "Wen Shiyu is hospitalized."

    Zhou Qingci used to be a very free and easy person, a person who could be blown away by the wind.

    Later she met Wen Shiyu, and the wind could tie her down.

    Jiang Xinrong no longer misses her: "Come back as soon as possible."

    "Um."

    Zhou Qingci liked Wen Shiyu from the first moment she saw him.

    The media once described it this way: Miss Zhou only loves Clivia, while Mr. Wen loves the house and the crows, and has planted orchids all over the courtyard.

    But Zhou Celadon doesn¡¯t like Clivia.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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