Watching Jill-Wilson and Chen Meili leave the private room in such a mess, Wen Xinyi, who is full of her mind, can't react for a long time.

It was not until the waiter brought several plates of exquisite dishes to the table and went out that she slightly regained her thinking ability and said in a trembling voice:

"Sincere, what did you...have you done just now?

"Why did Chen Meili's foreign boyfriend suddenly kneel down and beg for mercy after answering a call..."

He said solemnly without thinking that he had already taken his hand out of the screen of his cell phone in his pocket:

"I don't know either. Maybe he has a brain disease."

How could Wen Xinyi know that the two oil fields that Zheng Chong sent when he visited Wen Ping'an and Ye Fengqing when he visited her house before was run by Wilson III.

It is no exaggeration to make it impossible for a company that represents other foreign business to terminate its cooperation with Wilson III.

These "blind-box operations" involve solemn identity, so he naturally does not want Wen Xinyi to know, otherwise he may cause trouble.

Wen Xinyi said skeptically: "Isn't you really doing something in secret?"

Wen Xinyi, who was savage, noticed something and solemnly hurriedly said with a stern face: "Xinyi, who is Tang Haoran?"

Wen Xinyi's heart sank suddenly, and she shook her head and explained:

"Don't listen to Chen Meili's nonsense. Although Tang Haoran chased me in high school, I clearly refused.

"Two years after graduating from high school, I have never had any contact with him..."

Seeing that Wen Xinyi was so anxious that she was about to cry, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty. She thought of the admission notice from "Tsinghua University" in Yanbei City that Wen Xinyi received two years ago. He felt even more sorry for Wen Xinyi and said:

"Xinyi, if you have the chance, are you willing to choose your life again?"

Of course, Bingxue's clever Wen Xinyi understood what she was saying solemnly, and said quietly:

"My mother has always been in poor health. Wen Ping'an after she was released from prison is not worry-free. Aunt Bai also fell ill on the eve of my college entrance examination...

"In addition, the group's internal strife was serious, and you were not around at that time...

"I have no choice but to tear off the admission letter."

As she said that, she deliberately buried her head in drinking the soup, trying not to solemnly see her tears of grievance.

He reached out and stroked Wen Xinyi's long hair in his ear, and said solemnly and seriously:

"Xinyi, I promise you that if you have the chance in the future, I will realize your dream of college. Tsinghua University, not everyone can pass the exam..."

Before she could finish her words, Wen Xinyi, who was so angry that she had already pushed away her hand, and she cried with tears in her eyes:

"Seriously, don't you understand yet?

“I don’t want to go to college at all, I just want to be with you!

"I want to marry you, give birth to you... woo... woo..."

Before she could finish her words, she was out of control and she had already run out of the private room crying.

"Uh..." The solemn on the wheelchair was stunned for a long time before he realized it. He secretly swears:

"Xinyi, don't worry, when the time is right, I will definitely give you the biggest wedding in the world!"

While moved, I solemnly packed a few dishes that Wen Xinyi liked to eat since I was a child, and then went out to chase Wen Xinyi in a wheelchair.

Unexpectedly, although Wen Xinyi left angrily, she kept looking downstairs and finally got out of the elevator. She was afraid that the people coming and going to run into Zheng Zhong, so she hurriedly walked up to push the wheelchair.

However, she was obviously still solemnly angry that she always had a stern face until noon taking Solemn to work.

The incident of the Song family father and son at a gun had already spread throughout the group. In addition, the incident of seven or eight police cars surrounding the hospital was circulated and circulated. Therefore, everyone, including Jiang Wuyong and others who were isolated by the police at that time, thought that Zheng Chong had been taken away by the police.

At this time, he suddenly saw that the solemn in the wheelchair was pushed into the conference room by Wen Xinyi. Jiang Wuyong, who was in the first seat, almost fell to the ground, and the others present were also stunned.

However, because of fear of the gun on the solemn body, no one dared to speak out. The meeting room of the group's senior management was terrifyingly quiet, as if a needle could be heard.

Wen Xinyi, who had been enduring humiliation for ten years, noticed the fearful eyes of everyone and couldn't help but feel proud.

As time went by, the late Jiang and Song families were gradually present, and there were gradually a quick discussion in the conference room where they were originally silent.

Especially the senior executives who didn't know what Zheng Chong did in the morning even blamed Zheng Chong:

"My surname is Zheng. Sister Shuang went to the hospital to pick you up this morning. Why didn't you come?"

"Do you know that our Fenghua Group is discussing a deal worth hundreds of billions with the Great Zhou family?"

"If the Dazhou family terminated its cooperation with Fenghua Group because of your lateness, can you afford this responsibility?"

"Loss money! You must compensate the losses of the senior executives here!"

Mr. Huang from the Great Zhou clan was not present for a long time. Wen Xinyi gradually lost her patience as she listened to everyone's words and scolded her, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at her solemnly.

However, she never stopped arguing solemnly. In just a short while, she drank two bottles of water because of her dry mouth.

Seeing that Zheng Chong and Wen Xinyi had been pushed to the almost isolated opposition, even many senior executives from other surnames began to speak out and scold Zheng Chong for delaying their cooperation with the Great Zhou family. Jiang Wuyong, who had always watched coldly, seized the opportunity and said:

"Sinceremonial, Xinyi, things have come to this point, we have to talk about it."

After all, he had witnessed how fierce the solemn and fierce the gun was, so Jiang Wuyong seemed a little unnatural when speaking at this time.

Wen Xinyi said with a cold face: "Uncle Jiang, what do you want to talk about?"

Jiang Wuyong deliberately said in a difficult tone:

"Anyway, it is a fact that the cooperation between Fenghua Group and the Great Zhou clan was broken due to its solemn absence.

"The group has a lot of opinions. I think Xinyi must take the initiative to give up the position of chairman..."

He interrupted his words in a deep voice: "To whom?"

As he finished speaking, surrounded by two young female secretaries, a strong man in a suit walked into the conference room. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong body and body, and was Jiang Wuyong's second son Jiang Chuwuwu.

His eyes fell on Zheng Chong's body, and Jiang Chuwu, who had a grim smile, made a move to stretch out his hand to wipe his neck, and then sat down unscrupulously.

It was as if the king had returned, and the voices were very loud. As he sat down, the senior executives of the Jiang and Song families greeted him one after another.

Wen Xinyi will never forget that Jiang Chuwu was so serious that she had disabled both legs. She slapped her on the conference table in front of her and said with a hatred:

"Jiang Chuwu, who allowed you to join Fenghua Group?

Get out quickly!”

Jiang Chuwu said with a smile:

"I was indeed driven out of Fenghua Group by Bai Su, but Bai Su has been dead for more than half a year. My family has shares in Fenghua Group. Who else needs to allow me to come in?"

After a pause, he solemnly raised his middle finger at the unchanged face and said:

"Under Bai Su's management, Fenghua Group has suffered losses for many years in recent years, and has even reached the point of selling houses to pay off debts. However, Shenghua Real Estate, under my name, has been profiting for many years, which is enough to prove that my ability is not inferior to Bai Su.

"That's how I count it, am I not the best candidate for the chairman of Fenghua Group?"

"Profit year after year?"

Wen Xinyi laughed in anger:

"Jiang Chuwu, ask yourself, if you didn't use the power of the Jiang family to crazily dig the corners of Fenghua Group, your so-called Shenghua real estate capacity is today?

"You were solemnly disabled in your legs back then, and now you still want to be the chairman of Fenghua Group. It's just a dream!"
Chapter completed!