"Well..." Chen Ting did not hide in the room, his voice was very low, "Hello Mr. Lin."

Lin Chen hesitated for a moment: "Is there anything wrong?"

There is no other way in Chen Ting.

If someone can help him, there are only Lian Jue who can think of.

Chen Ting closed his eyes and breathed gently. His hands holding the phone turned white due to the force. He could not be sure whether Lian Jue was willing to help him, but he stubbornly thought it was necessary to tell Lian Jue.

Lian Jue is the father of the child.

...In addition, Lianjue's company makes medical devices.

He has money and connections, and it is the safest way to solve his child's problems through him.

"Can you please contact me for Lian Jue?"

When the call was received, the company was holding a weekly routine morning meeting.

It was not an important meeting, so when Lin Chen called, he did not stop the dispute between the two directors of the marketing and sales department, and got up alone to go outside the conference room to answer the phone.

I slept late last night, Lian Jue rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and answered the phone: "What's wrong?"

Lin Chen knew his habits and went straight to the topic: "Mr. Lian, Mr. Chen called you."

Lian Jue pressed his hand between his eyebrows and paused: "Who?"

"The temple is not in the morning."

Lian Jue frowned, inevitably immediately remembering the card he got when someone got it yesterday. Did he know?

"Turn the phone around."

While waiting for the phone to be connected, Lian Jue glanced at the conference room. The verbal war between the two survived expectations and escalated to the table and stared at it.

Both are employees of the company's veteran level. It is common for them to have disagreements in their work. Both of them have strong personalities. This happens from time to time. Lian Jue originally had a low tolerance for invalid disputes, but he became accustomed to it over time.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door of the conference room, reminding the two of them to whisper, but they were in a state of excitement and no one noticed the movement here.

Lian Jue was about to push the door and go in, but the noise in his ears was suddenly replaced by the gentle voices on the phone.

"Mr. Lian."

Chen Tingwei's voice was very low. I don't know if it was because he just woke up in the morning or his throat was uncomfortable, but his voice was not very obvious hoarse.

Lian Jue's hand pushing the door stopped.

He withdrew his hand, walked a few steps away from the conference room, and replied: "What's the matter."

Lian Jue waited for two seconds, but the other side did not speak for a long time. His insufficient patience was soon exhausted by such silence, and he said impatiently: "If it is because of that card..."

The person on the other end of the phone spoke at the same time as him, and the sound was very light, as if the tail sound was scattered into the air.

Lian Jue heard it clearly, but he was dazed and thought he didn't hear it clearly. He froze for a moment before speaking: "...what are you saying?"

It is obviously easier to speak again than the first time. The opposite side only paused slightly this time and repeated the words just now.

"Mr. Lian, I'm pregnant."

Lian Jue didn't have to think about it to know how wonderful the expression on his face would be. He even tried hard to restrain himself for a long time, but he still failed and cursed at the other end of the phone.

"Chen Tingwei," Lian Jue's tiny veins burst out slightly, and his jaw tightened, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

The other person whispered no, followed by a brief silence.

Then, before Chen Ting was deeply involved, his voice trembled and asked him in a low voice: "...Does your company have any equipment for abortion?"

Lian Jue incredibly realized that he could have heard the meaning of enduring humiliation from his tone.

Lian Jue took a deep breath.

His emotions had never been like this moment when he was about to lose control. When he pursed his lips and endured it, he still couldn't help it. He almost leaked a sentence from the cracks of his teeth that were tightly clenched:

"Are you fucking sick?"

After saying that, before the other party spoke again, Lian Jue hung up the phone.

He stood by the window coldly and calmed down his disordered breathing for a while.

When he returned to the conference room, the quarrels looked at his dark face and calmed down at the same time.

Lian Jue looked around the conference room with a dark face. The person below was so excited that he couldn't help but breathe in the microscreen, and then became nervous.

His eyes remained on Director Huang of the R&D department.

The other party suddenly felt panicked and lowered his head to reflect on whether there was something in his department that had not done well recently, so he heard Lian Jue say:

"Our company supplied the batch of equipment from the municipal mental hospital last year. Today, we sent someone to maintain the test and show me the test report before getting off work in the evening."
Chapter completed!