Just as Dang Zhiqi was thinking this, she saw Jiang Nuantang coming towards her, and she couldn't help but move forward quickly to meet him.

"Sister Nuantang, are the rumors about the Shengbaoli Dinner true? Are you really..."

The biological mother of the young prince of the Shao family?

The matter was so important that Dang Zhiqi did not make it clear.

But even so, Jiang Nuantang knew what she meant and did not hide it. She nodded:

"It's true."

"Then you and Mr. Shao..."

Even though Qin Yawei is a fake, she can still make a profit by staying with Mr. Shao for five years.

For people like Sister Nuantang and Mr. Shao who actually have children as leads and bridges, it would be a pity if nothing develops.

Privately, Dang Zhiqi is still very optimistic about Jiang Nuantang and Shao Zhanlin.

After all, the two of them are a talented man and a beautiful woman, making them a perfect match.

Another person she knew or half knew.

If she misses it, she will not feel happy if she takes any CP in the future.

Dang Zhiqi thought to herself and saw Jiang Nuantang's eyebrows lowered and she clarified with a serious face:

"I have nothing to do with him. If we really want to talk about it, he is at best a sufficient and unnecessary condition for me to have a child."

Jiang Nuantang analyzed rationally, just as she said to Shao Zhanlin before getting off the car, if it wasn't him, there would be someone else.

She may be lucky that her children have an excellent father, but she will not have any wild ideas about it, thinking that she can get something out of it. She doesn't want to, and she doesn't bother to do so.

Dang Zhiqi nodded to express her understanding.

But he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

What a sufficient and unnecessary condition for having a child.

Although it makes sense, that's Mr. Shao!

Only a domineering sister like Nuantang dared to treat Mr. Shao as a dispensable tool to help with childbirth.

Dang Zhiqi was amazed in her heart, and looked at Jiang Nuantang with even more admiration.

…

As the finishing work of "Yi Jian Jiang Hu" comes to an end, the work pressure of the game development department has become more and more obvious, and one person is basically used as several people.

Just to leave no flaws at all, and to be able to hand over a perfect answer sheet to game players when it finally goes online.

After several days of non-stop hard work, the last closed beta test of "Yijian Jianghu" finally ran without any problems.

To celebrate, Wen Tingyun waved his hand and decided to invite the entire department to have a dinner together to celebrate.

The venue for the dinner was a famous high-end club in Jincheng - Night Banquet International.

Because it was to celebrate the completion of "Leaning on the Sword", the people in the department were happy, and their faces were a little more joyful and relaxed. They walked together in twos and threes, and the laughter never stopped.

Not long after entering the club, the group was blocked in the aisle on the second floor.

"Who am I talking about? It turns out to be Vice President Wen. How is it? How is the game project you are developing now?"

The speaker was a man with yellow hair wearing a floral shirt and a gold necklace.

He is young, only in his twenties and thirties, but the temperament he exudes makes people feel uncomfortable.

In particular, he seemed to deliberately provoke Wen Tingyun, deliberately raising his voice, and looking arrogant and proud.

Jiang Nuantang frowned, her hands feeling itchy for no reason.

I want to beat someone up!

As the vice president of a group, Wen Tingyun seemed much more prudent. Not only did he turn a deaf ear to the provocative words, he didn't even look at the other person. He stepped forward and walked past him.

Not thinking about the other party but not seeming to feel the disgust and resistance in the silence, I glanced at the group of people behind him, raised my eyebrows, and asked meaningfully:

"You're still in the mood to have fun at this time? Could it be that you couldn't figure out the problem with game development and gave up completely?"

The speaker put one hand in his pocket and was fluent, and every sentence was provoking people's sensitive nerves.

And after he finished speaking, he still felt that it was not enough, so he pretended to justify himself and said:

"Actually, based on our friendship, if you really have any difficulties, just tell me and I won't be able to help."

The man said, pointing to a young man next to him.

"Like Acheng, didn't he work for you? He even handled your department's game projects! If you open your mouth to me, maybe I'll let him go over and help you."

The condescending words, the hypocritical pretense of charity, and the outpouring of compassion ultimately stung Wen Tingyun's sensitive nerves.

Although his original intention was to endure it and let it pass, he still couldn't help but retorted:

"How are our company's projects? Don't worry about it, Mr. Huang! As for the person you mentioned, if you like him, just reuse him. But I don't know, can you trust someone like this who cheats and betrays his trust?

"

What Wen Tingyun said was neither humble nor arrogant. While maintaining good manners, he also hit the point directly with the last sentence.

It directly made the other party blush like a defeated rooster.

Pointing at Wen Tingyun, his eyes were about to burst, and it took him a long while before he uttered one word in a bitter voice:

"you……"

Xu was really angry at Wen Tingyun.

The other party stared at Wen Tingyun for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold back a fart.

He could only give the order to the people he led in despair:

"Let's go!"

Following the order, Huang Mao left with a group of people.

There was no joy or sadness on Wen Tingyun's face, as if the farce just now was not directed at him, he walked forward.

Jiang Nuantang did not know these people.

It is not clear what kind of entanglement there is between them.

But looking at the opponent's triumphant provocation, Wen Tingyun's clenched fists and holding back his breath, as well as the silent but visceral expressions of colleagues in the department, we can roughly guess the general idea, but we have to ask for details.

"Who were those people just now?"

After walking a few steps forward, Jiang Nuantang asked Dang Zhiqi, who was walking with her.

There was still a bit of anger and dissatisfaction on Dang Zhiqi's face, but when she heard Jiang Nuantang's question, she quickly calmed down and answered Jiang Nuantang casually:
Chapter completed!