"Sorry, I don't know our Mr. Zhan's phone number either."

The secretary said apologetically.

Zhang Jinmao was anxious, "Who knows Mr. Zhan's phone number? I'll call that person."

He must find out why today!

"Sorry, I don't know this either."

The secretary said again, and then looked at the computer screen, "Mr. Zhang, I'm very busy, you can do whatever you want."

When Zhang Jinmao saw this, his heart sank to the bottom of his heart.

He felt he probably knew the answer.

Mr. Zhan didn’t want to see him.

Why?

I don't even want to see him.

What should he do?

Zhang Jinmao walked out of the Shengshi Building and stood in the sunshine.

The sun shone on the top of his head, making his forehead jump.

He was about to be executed, but when the execution was approaching, he didn't even know what he had done to deserve the punishment.

He walked outside. Suddenly, he stopped, and a flash of light flashed through his mind very quickly.

He immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Zhang."

"Where is Miss?"

"Miss didn't come back last night."

"Find her right away. If she doesn't come back, I will tie her back!"

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

Night bar.

In the box.

Men and women, some slept on the sofa, some slept on the table, and some slept directly on the floor.

Everyone was lying on their backs, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, the box door opened and the manager came in with someone.

He turned on the light.

In an instant, the dark box was as bright as day.

The people who were sleeping soundly were dazzled by the bright light. Some turned over and continued sleeping, some muttered unhappily, and some were too lazy to pay attention.

Only one person lying in the corner sat up and shouted angrily, "Who the hell turned on the light for me!"

With his eyes closed, his short hair was as messy as a weed.

The manager said to the person next to him: "Miss Zhang is there."

"I saw it, thanks."

The man raised his hand, and instantly two men in black suits standing behind him stepped forward and lifted up Zhang Qianxi.

Zhang Qianxi opened her eyes now.

When she saw the man in black suit grabbing her arm, she was stunned.

There was confusion on his face.

She didn't react.

What's happening here?

Or is she dreaming?

Zhang Qianxi looked at the two of them, and suddenly, a person appeared in her sight, wearing the same suit, but she knew this person.

"Uncle Zhang?"

The man looked at her and said, "Miss, Mr. Zhang asked me to take you back."

Hearing the man talking about Mr. Zhang, Zhang Qianqian's mind suddenly cleared up.

"I won't go back!"

"Why should I go back?"

"Anyway, there's no one in that house, so what should I do back there?"

"open!"

She shook off the bodyguard in black suit who was carrying her and shouted angrily.

Uncle Zhang looked at her and said, "Miss, Mr. Zhang said he would tie you back if you don't go back, so I'm sorry."

After signaling to the two bodyguards, the bodyguards grabbed Zhang Qianxi again and took her into the car.

No matter how much Zhang Qianqian yelled and roared, Zhang Qianqian was taken back to the Zhang family.

"Mr. Zhang, the lady brought it back."

Zhang Jinmao sat on the sofa and nodded.

His normally energetic face looked exhausted at this moment.

Bodyguard, bring Zhang Qianxi in.

Zhang Qianxi stopped struggling and stood in front of Zhang Jinmao, with her feet spread apart, one foot forward a little, her hands folded across her chest, and looking at Zhang Jinmao little by little, "Why, you suddenly remembered that you have a daughter at home?

"

Zhang Jinmao looked at her. His short hair was dyed purple and was messy, and he had smoky makeup on his face.

Because I hadn't taken it off all night, my makeup was all gone, and I looked like a ghost.

She was wearing a navel-baring tank top and short shorts, and there was nothing girlish about her body.

"You hit this guy on the street the other day?"

Hand over a newspaper. This newspaper is from a few days ago.

But the words and pictures in the newspaper can still be seen clearly.

The picture shows her grabbing Lin Lian's hair with a bully look on her face.

"Yes, this bitch seduces a married man. He should be beaten. What's wrong? Do you want it?"

Snapped

A slap was thrown on Zhang Qianxi's face, and Zhang Qianxi fell to the ground with great strength.

Zhang Qianxi covered her face and lay on the ground, stunned.

"Bastard San'er? Zhang Qianqian, do you know who you hit?"

"You were beating Zhan Lianshi's ex-wife!"

Zhang Qianxi reacted, stood up and glared at Zhang Jinmao angrily, "Yes! I know, she was the one I hit!"

"What's wrong!"

"I can't fight yet!"

"Zhang Jinmao, let me tell you, I, Zhang Qianxi, beat this bastard, and I want her to do it again and kill her!"

"If I don't kill her, I won't call her Zhang Qianxi!"

"you!"

Zhang Jinmao's angry hand hit him again, and Zhang Qianqian grabbed his hand directly, her eyes red, "Do you think you can hit me casually because you gave birth to me?"

"Stop dreaming. I was born to my mother. Unfortunately, my mother died long ago. She can't beat me. You can't beat me on her behalf!"

He threw Zhang Jinmao away and turned around to leave.

Zhang Jinmao pointed at her angrily, his fingers trembling, "Zhang Qianqian, you, you"

Zhang Jinmao's body shook.

The next moment, the whole person fell backwards.

Zhang Qianqian only heard a bang, and the whole villa seemed to tremble.

She turned around.

Zhang Jinmao fell to the ground, motionless.

She was stunned.

Zhang Jinmao was taken to the hospital by ambulance. Zhang Qianqian followed and watched the door of the emergency room close.

Uncle Zhang looked at the closed door of the emergency room, turned to look at Zhang Qianqian, and finally couldn't help but said, "Miss, I know you blame Mr. Zhang, but you have no idea how difficult it is for Mr. Zhang. This time he put you

I brought it back because Changsheng is about to be acquired."

"Acquisition?"

What's the meaning?

Isn’t Zhang Jinmao’s company always doing well?

How could it be acquired?
Chapter completed!