Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Ling Zhou shook his head subconsciously, looking confused.

When Rong Zhi left "Bo's", he had only been in the group for a month.

Some of the things I heard were from old employees.

Sang Yuwan's heart couldn't help but heave.

She looked around and saw the open window. A glimmer of light flashed across her eyes, fleeting.

No wonder she didn't smell the incense she disliked so much when she came in.

That fragrance is mysterious and majestic, but it hides taboos and rebellion.

Bo Xingzhi's hobby is really "special".

The person is gone, no matter how much resentment there is, it is all in vain against the remaining fragrance.

Sang Yuwan suppressed her emotions and said in a cold voice, "Close the window."

Ling Zhou reacted quickly this time and took action immediately.

Minglang asked, "Madam, do you want to change the locks?"

Sang Yuwan curled the corners of her mouth slightly, "No need, I'll give this office to Second Master."

Minglang was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. He lowered his eyes and his expression suddenly changed.

"Madam, it's..."

Sang Yuwan walked out in her high heels, her back straight and expressionless, "Uncle Ming?"

Minglang nodded uneasily.

Sang Yuwan raised her eyebrow slightly and said calmly, "If you want to find me, just say I'm in a meeting."

Minglang's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and said respectfully, "Master... Madam..."

"Let Wanwan answer the phone." Ming Yu interrupted him, his words sonorous and powerful.

Minglang gripped his phone tightly, trying to remain calm. "My wife is in a meeting, so it's not convenient right now..."

"I'm downstairs." Ming Yu's face turned cold and he spoke in a heavier tone.

Minglang was surprised. "You came to Bo's?"

Sang Yuwan paused, turned her head slightly, and frowned, "Give me the phone."

"Okay." Minglang said to the person on the other end, "Master, please wait a moment..."

Sang Yuwan took the phone, her eyes darkened slightly, and a layer of gloom fell in her eyes, "Uncle Ming, are you looking for me?"

Ming Yu's tone softened considerably. "Xiao Wan, do you have time to have a cup of coffee with me?"

Sang Yuwan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but her eyes were cold, "Uncle Ming, I really can't leave now. Otherwise, I'll ask you out when I'm free."

The air around me turned cold.

There was a touch of kindness in Ming Yu's voice. "It won't take up too much of your time. Just a few words."

Sang Yuwan smiled faintly and declined, "Uncle Ming, I'm so sorry, I..."

Ming Yu paused after hearing this, his voice deepened, "I came up to see you?"

These words were not spoken in a negotiating tone, but rather as a reprimand tinged with anger.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "I'll let Minglang pick you up."

"Beep beep..."

The other party hung up the phone.

Sang Yuwan threw the phone to Minglang with a cold look in her eyes, "Go down and pick up Uncle Ming."

Minglang's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his head, "Yes."

Sang Yuwan narrowed her eyes and returned to the president's office.

Soon, clarity came.

Sang Yuwan glanced behind him and asked, "Where's Uncle Ming?"

"Let's go." Minglang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Sang Yuwan frowned, "Gone?"

Minglang saw the displeasure in her eyes and said stiffly, "When I got downstairs, the car was gone."

Sang Yuwan raised the corners of her mouth to the sides, a cold smile on her face. "As I get older, my temper gets worse. I'm becoming more and more unreasonable."

Minglang said, "Madam, the master rarely looks for you. This time it must be about the Fourth Young Miss."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Sang Yuwan's sneer, "Even if the king of heaven comes to plead for her, I won't let her go."

Minglang agreed, "Thinking of what she did to you before, you should punish her."

Xian Si knocked on the door and came in, his expression gloomy. "Madam, Jiang Hanbo's wife brought people to cause trouble at the entrance of the group, saying that Jiang Hanbo is..."

Minglang's heart tightened, "Go on."

Xian Si bit her lip and said, "She said that Jiang Hanbo was in a car accident because he was asking his wife for compensation."

"Isn't this just turning the tables?" Minglang's forehead veins bulged. "I'm going to go down and cut off her tongue right now. Let's see if she dares to say anything more."

"Stop." Sang Yuwan shouted coldly.

Xian Si quickly winked at Ming Lang, then said calmly, "Madam, do you want to call the police?"

Sang Yuwan frowned, a pair of deep black eyes flickering with a dark light, "Of course."

Minglang interjected, "I'll fight."

Xian Si didn't argue with him. "Madam, Jiang Hanbo has been fired for over a month. Everything was fine until now, so why did he suddenly pop up again?"

A fierce look appeared in Sang Yuwan's eyes and her lips were straightened.

Xian thought for a moment, "Madam, could it be Uncle Bo's orders?"

Sang Yuwan got up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked downstairs.

Looking down from the 38th floor, people are like ants.

There were about twenty or thirty people holding banners and wreaths, filled with indignation.

Sang Yuwan's drooping eyelashes cast a deep shadow under her eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her lips. "Let's go down and take a look, then we'll know."

Xian Si said, "Madam, how about we let General Liu go down and see what's going on? After all, Jiang Hanbo used to be his subordinate."

Sang Yuwan thought about it, nodded, and acquiesced.

-

Shen Group.

top layer.

A space in black, white and gray.

It is cold, quiet and deep, like an abyss that swallows up all the noise and restlessness.

Rong Zhi sat down on the sofa, folding his long legs, looking arrogant and lazy.

Shen Qianjie walked in with two cups of coffee, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Second Master, you are finally here."

Rong Zhi opened his thin lips slightly, "Not welcome?"

Shen Qianjie laughed and said, "Second Master, what are you talking about? This is your company. You can come and go as you please."

After saying that, he placed the coffee in front of Rong Zhi, "American, no sugar."

Rong Zhi's lips curled up, "The resentment is very heavy."

Shen Qianjie swallowed his words, "Second Master, how dare I harbor resentment? When I see you, I clearly don't even dare to vent my anger."

Rong Zhi looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "I haven't seen you suffocate to death."

Shen Qianjie sat down opposite him, grinning playfully, "If I die, who will take care of this place for Second Master?"

Rong Zhi smiled faintly, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Shen Qianjie: "This is the coffee I ground myself, how is it?"

Rong Zhi replied, "General."

Shen Qianjie frowned, raised his lips, and asked tentatively, "Second Master, now that you're back, can I take a few days off?"

Rong Zhi frowned slightly, "If you want a raise, just tell me."

Shen Qianjie was stunned for half a second, then quickly waved his hands, "No, no, no, Second Master, I don't mean that. I just want to go out for a vacation with my girlfriend. Look, these past few years..."

"Well, you still want a salary increase." Rong Zhi interrupted coldly.

Shen Qianjie wanted to cry but had no tears. He put down his coffee cup and bowed with both hands, "Second Master, if I had such thoughts, I would be hit by a car and die."

Rong Zhi heard this and raised the corner of his lips, "There's no need to curse yourself like this."

When Shen Qianjie heard this, his heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly calmed down.

Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi brought up another topic, which made his heart hang in his throat again.

"Did you instigate the Jiang Hanbo incident?"

Shen Qianjie was stunned. "Didn't you ask me to cause trouble for the Bo Group..."

boom--

Rong Zhi placed the coffee cup heavily on the coffee table, and the unfinished coffee spilled out.

"Second Master?" Shen Qianjie stood up in fright.

Rong Zhi's expression suddenly changed, and his anger surged. "You're really good. You've even found someone dead while looking for trouble."