Her Sniper

Zhou Dakun recognized it at a glance: "this is chairman Jiang! If you lose something, welcome it far away. If you lose something, welcome it far away. "

"This is..."

Wen Shishi introduced him: "Uncle Jiang, this is the general manager of Mo Chen company, surnamed Zhou."

"Oh, Hello, manager Zhou."

Zhou Dakun was flattered: "ah, hello What would you like to drink? "

"Pu'er," Mr. Jiang nodded with a smile. "I'm old, and my habits are all the same in our time. I like to drink tea."

"Well, I'll send someone to soak it for you right away."

Mr. Jiang's eyes swept, and he paused on Wen BoChang not far away. His face changed slightly: "Shishi, how is he here?"

Wen BoChang's whole heart was in his throat.

Xiao Zhou is the same.

Two people looked at each other, both from each other's eyes to see the panic.

Wen Shishi's voice was solemn: "Uncle Jiang, please come here today. In fact, I want you to be a witness for me."

Mr. Jiang frowned: "don't worry. If you have any difficulties, tell Uncle Jiang. Uncle Jiang will deal with them for you. Is he pestering you again? "

"No, he didn't pester me."

Not far away, Wen Bo Chang and Xiao Zhou looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Wen Shishi's words made him fall into the ice.

"Uncle Jiang, there is no one in my mother's family any more. My great uncle is sick in bed, and I can't get away from anyone. My little uncle has been with me all the time. But we all remember how miserable and unjust my mother was when she died. You are mo Chen's father. I regard you as my father. I want to rectify my mother's name today. I hope uncle Jiang can help me

That's a thousand pounds.

Mr. Jiang also recognized some heaviness. After a pause, he guessed some: "your mother's death has something to do with master Wen?"

"That's right," Wen Shishi said, biting her teeth. "My mother had been bleeding during childbirth. If emergency measures were taken, she could save her life. However, as her husband, Wen BoChang, together with the gynecologist at that time, watched my mother die of blood collapse and gave birth to me -"

"you nonsense!" Wen BoChang yelled in a low voice: "Shishi, I know you have prejudice against me, but you can't talk nonsense about this kind of life-threatening thing! What proof do you have that it's me? "

Wen Shishi sneered: "master Wen, Wang Yi was the obstetrician at that time. She was your wife's handkerchief for decades! You were cheating when my mother was pregnant with me

"I don't know who Wang Yi is, nor do I know her." Wen BoChang looks calm on the surface, but his hands on both sides of his body have been clenched into fists,. Slightly trembling: "Shishi, you have to tell me the evidence. Even if you take me to the court, the judge also needs human and material evidence to make a judgment. With your mouth open, all the dirty water is spilled on me. I can counterclaim you for slander. But after all, we are close father and daughter. I don't want to do things so well. You are still pregnant. Listen to your father, even for the sake of the children. Don't be angry. Sit down and have a rest first... "

With that, Wen BoChang will come to pull Wen's hand.

Mr. Jiang has already protected Wen's poems behind him, blocking Wen's hand.

Wen BoChang's hand was stiff in mid air, neither pulling nor not. He could only put it down bitterly.

"Chairman Jiang, I want to say a few words to my daughter."

Mr. Jiang is a head taller than Wen BoChang, and because of his regular exercise, he is very strong. When he looks down at Wen BoChang with his head down, he feels full of oppression: "let's just say what master Wen wants to say. She can hear poems."

Wen BoChang was unconvinced: "I'm her biological father, a close relative of blood..."

"What a close relative. When master Wen has been living a good life abroad with his wife and children these years, has he ever thought that you still have a daughter struggling at home? "

"I didn't know I had a daughter! Sun Yuqing didn't tell me about her pregnancy at that time! "

Wen Shishi sneered: "really? I hope you'd better remember this sentence, master Wen. Otherwise, when you hit your face for a while, your voice won't be loud enough. "

Wen BoChang is a big company.

He shook his head: "you have no evidence, you can't accuse me."

Wen Shishi nodded: "yes, everything has to be proved. Wang Yi is dead and her mother's body has already been cremated. It seems that there is really no evidence to prove that master Wen's bird / beast is inferior to But master Wen, we'll see. "

Wen Shishi turned his head and told Zhou Dakun, "Mr. Zhou, monkey, please invite master Wen to the conference room."

Zhou Dakun and monkey are also aware of the smell of wind and rain. They must be on the side of Wen's poetry, whether it's public or private.

Zhou Dakun made a "please" gesture: "master Wen, the conference room is here, please."

Wen BoChang stood still.

Xiao Zhou softened his tone: "brother I've been with master Wen for so many years, and I know his character best. There must be some misunderstanding... ""Didn't you listen to what our landlady just said? There is no misunderstanding. We'll see later. " The monkey said coldly, "master Wen, if you can't walk, I'll find some strong male colleagues to help you?"

Wen has no other choice.

What city group, what important project, is a well prepared urn, just to invite him in.

But fortunately, Wang Yi is indeed dead. Li Suli still hopes to give her money by herself. It's impossible to push herself to the cash cow. No one else knows what happened in those years. It's not easy for Wen Shishi to find a witness?

Thinking of this, Wen BoChang stood up straight and straightened up his chest: "it's OK, Xiao Zhou. I've done a good job. Since Shi Shi has misunderstood me all the time, she can't say it today. She's always depressed in her heart. It's not good for her and the fetus."

Seeing this, Xiao Zhou retreated and said, "yes."

"Please lead the way."

Zhou Dakun is walking in front, Wen BoChang and Xiao Zhou are following, and Mr. Jiang is protecting Wen's poetry at the end.

Mr. Jiang is worried: "Shishi, your stomach..."

"Don't worry, uncle Jiang. My baby and I are very well. Mo Chen has arranged the medical staff. In case of an accident, we can get to the rescue in time. But - I'm not going to let myself get to this point. He doesn't deserve it. "

Entering the conference room, Wen BoChang had been taken by Zhou Dakun and sat down at the end.

The theme is Mr. Jiang's position naturally, and the position of Wen's poetry is beside him.

"Shishi, what do you want me to see?" Wen asked.

Wen Shishi winked at the monkey. The monkey turned on the projector. On the white screen in front of him, there was a design.

Wen BoChang is familiar with this picture