The Warm Wife of a Rich Family: The CEO's No. 1 New Favorite

He got up, stretched his body, and began to plan what to do today. At this moment, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone, saw the name displayed on the screen, hesitated for a moment and chose to answer.

"Hey, Uncle Nine, good morning." Zuo An greeted him politely. He had already guessed that the old man would definitely come to him.

"Zuoan, it's not morning now." The old voice said unhurriedly, "If you have time at noon today, let's have a meal together." Uncle Jiu said directly.

"Okay." Zuo An agreed, and in fact he didn't dare to refuse. Uncle Jiu is an expert in the woodcarving industry, he was the judge of yesterday's National Woodcarving Competition, and he is also his father's best friend. He has been watching Zuo An grow up. For Zuo An He is considered to be half of his relatives, but he always likes to talk about the big truth. When he first talked, Zuo An was quite willing to listen, but after listening too much, he couldn't stand it.

After answering the phone, he immediately rushed into the bathroom and took a good shower. If you want to see this old man, you must look elegant and decent, otherwise he will be reprimanded from before eating until after eating, and The most important point is: never be late!Otherwise, this meal is really not worth it.

In a high-end hotel, Zuo An sat on the seat, waiting quietly, and soon, a head of silver hair appeared in sight.

"Come so early?" Uncle Jiu asked softly, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were full of smiles.

"Well, it's getting late." Zuo An replied, despite what he said, he still left the house four or ten minutes earlier.

"It's not twelve o'clock yet," Uncle Jiu looked at the watch on his wrist, "Let's take a moment to talk about what happened in yesterday's competition."

Zuo An's heart skipped a beat, and he seemed reluctant to mention this matter in his heart, but he knew that if he couldn't bring it up and talk about it properly, he probably would never let it go.

"Let me explain first, we only saw the works at the competition site, so we didn't know that there would be two works that were the same." Uncle Jiu said seriously.

"I know this. I have no complaints about your judgment at that time. These are the rules of the game. Due to my attitude yesterday, I still want to say sorry to you." The approach was too uncool and mature, or rather, the anger had gone to his head at that time.

"It's good that you understand, but, you know, I asked you out this time not just for you to admit your mistakes." Uncle Jiu's eyes were sharp, serious and majestic.

"I know." Zuo An returned with firm eyes.

"You said your work was plagiarized, right?" Uncle Jiu asked back.

"That's right, so I want to have a good talk with Mr. Feng who made the same work as me."

"Very well, that's all right. Plagiarism in our industry is equivalent to a death sentence. I don't want your career to stop because of this competition." Uncle Jiu twirled the emerald green ring on his thumb, Show a gratified smile.

"The purpose of my visit this time is to ask Uncle Jiu to help me find the contact information of this Mr. Feng."

Uncle Jiu said nothing, and silently handed him a folded piece of paper.

Zuo An took the paper and was about to thank him.

"It's time to eat." Uncle Jiu interrupted.

Zuo An chuckled, they are all a family, so why bother to say thank you.

"Hello, is this Mr. Feng?" After eating, Zuo An followed the instructions on the piece of paper and called Master Feng.

"Who are you?" Master Feng said abruptly.

"I am Mr. Zuo, who made the same work as yours in the National Woodcarving Competition yesterday." Zuo An said calmly.

"What's the matter?" The other party's tone was very impatient. Since yesterday's competition qualification was inexplicably disqualified, his temper was like a bomb, and he couldn't tell when it would explode.

"I want to ask you out to talk about something, about yesterday's game."

Master Feng originally wanted to refuse, but when he heard the word "competition", he suddenly regained his energy. He just wanted to know what happened between them.

"You make an appointment, I'll go there right away!" Master Feng immediately agreed.

"Ah San, I'm going out for a while." After hanging up the phone, Master Feng roared.

"But Master Feng, you haven't finished this game yet?" A thin man next to him said.

"Play? What are you going to play? You know how to play all day long!" Master Feng pushed the chips on the table and stood up angrily. Master Feng has no intention of going to the casino now. He just wants to know who is playing him like a monkey up.

The car moved forward at a very high speed, and soon arrived at a location that was as good as the left bank.

After a brief chat, Zuo An began to insert the most important topic.

"Mr. Feng, can you tell me where the idea for your work yesterday came from?" Zuo An's eyes were like eagle claws, fixedly staring at Master Feng who was sitting opposite.

"..." Master Feng felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, he faltered, but couldn't say anything.

"Mr. Feng, now both of us have been disqualified from the competition. It's okay if you say it, but even if you don't say it, I will find out what happened! I hope you don't waste everyone's time." Zuo An because Impatient, speaking can not help but become a little aggressive.

Master Feng hesitated for a moment, sighed heavily, and finally made up his mind.

"That's right, I bought this design drawing with money."

"Bought it?"

Zuo An was slightly stunned, his eyes changing rapidly.

"Yes," Master Feng admitted with his head down, and now there is no need to hide anything, "This is the contract I signed at that time, take a look."

Zuo An took the contract and squinted his eyes. When he saw the signature, his expression instantly became cold, his brows were furrowed, and his thin lips were tightly pursed together.

Steady!
Stable's name is clearly written on the contract!
how come……?
Zuo An looked carefully and noticed a string of phone numbers under the name. He recited the number silently in his heart, and it was indeed right!

"No! It's impossible!" Zuo An almost blurted out.

"Little brother, do you mean you know this woman? Or do you think I'm lying to you?" Seeing his big reaction, Master Feng felt displeased.

Zuo An didn't answer, but clenched his teeth tightly.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I will avenge this woman's revenge." Master Feng's small eyes also shot a cold light.

"Do you dare to move her finger?" Zuo An yelled sharply, and his neck slowly turned red from excitement.

"Hey, I helped you and you're still in a good mood, right? Let me tell you, if it wasn't for Uncle Jiu's sake, I would never let you go!"

"Oh? Really?" Zuo An chuckled and waved his fingers lightly. Two tall men in suits and leather shoes came over from the back seat, standing upright.

Zuo An had expected that talking with this kind of person would inevitably lead to friction, so he invited two bodyguards in advance.

Seeing this, Master Feng lost half of his momentum.

"You...you're cruel!"

"Listen to me! If Wen Wenwen has any questions in the future, I'll ask you directly!"

Zuo An said solemnly and coldly, it was completely different from the usual Zuo An!
"I don't know who Wen Wenwen is at all! Don't come to me if something happens!" Master Feng tried his best to argue that it was troublesome enough to be bullied by Uncle Jiu, and he didn't want to have another opponent now.

Master Feng stood up furiously, and walked out in big strides.

……

"Okay, you can go back." Zuo An held his forehead, waved impatiently to the two behind him with a look of annoyance.

"Yes." The two nodded and left.

Zuo An was the only one left sitting in his seat with complicated emotions.

The tea in the cup slowly released heat, watching the leaves floating in the tea, his thoughts also drifted far away.

He never thought that things would be found on Wenwen's head. How could this be done by Wenwen?

He fell into a very entangled state, and this trouble made him have a splitting headache. He picked up the hot tea in his cup and drank it down.

He got up and hurriedly walked out the door.

No!This cannot be done steadily!He gritted his teeth!He strode towards a place in his heart.

The darkness gradually covered the bloody setting sun in the sky, and the whole city was shrouded in night.

The hour hand points to seven o'clock.

At the door of the Jianguang Group, a man with a handsome face is constantly wandering around, his eyes are dim, as if he is troubled by all kinds of troubles.

Zuo An didn't know how long he had been wandering here, and wanted to call Wenwen, but he couldn't make up his mind. He admitted that he was still afraid, and he was uneasy about the unknown answer.

A gust of cold wind blew, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Forget it, it's better not to wait here to get off work, it's not too late to deal with this matter tomorrow.

Not knowing if he was evading, he breathed on Dong Hong's hand, turned around, and pulled down a taxi.

His head hurt more and more, and his spirit became trance. Maybe it was because of the cold wind and the symptoms of a cold. He had to urge the driver to drive faster. Soon, he arrived at the apartment.

The elevator stopped on his floor, and he walked down, habitually looking for the room card in which coat pocket he didn't know while walking, without paying attention to what was in front of him at all.

"Left Bank!" A familiar and melodious voice sounded.

He looked up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Steady, why are you here?"

"I'll come and see you, what's the matter? No way?" Steadily stroked his hair at the temples.

"Come in, it's cold outside." Zuo An opened the door, and at the moment he entered steadily, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his heart was stabbed.

"What, are you okay?" Wen Wen took the hot tea from Zuo An, and asked while blowing on the hot air.

"I'm fine." He said lightly, his eyes were calm, and he pretended to be indifferent.