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"How will you be here?"

Wen Rao looked at Zhao Xingyuan, who was in a suit and leather shoes.

It is rumored that he ignored Zhao Shicheng's accident and even took the initiative to expose Zhao Shicheng's evidence of corruption for personal gain to the police.

They say he is ruthless and has endured for many years to avenge his mother!

Zhao Shicheng gave up only when he was about to force him to death.

"I'll talk business."

Zhao Shicheng said hello with a smile.

"What about you?"

He remembered that Wen Rao came to deal with Zhu Chunfeng's affairs and should live in the place arranged by Zhuang Tao.

"I'm here to inquire about someone. Ye Enpei, you know him."

Wen Rao didn't hide it, because she remembered that this hotel was owned by the Zhao family, and maybe Zhao Xingyuan could help ask something.

"What's up with her?"

Zhao Xingyuan motioned to Wen Rao to sit down and speak slowly.

Wen Rao briefly talked about Ye Enpei's loss of contact. After listening to Wen Rao's story, Zhao Xingyuan said thoughtfully,

"This hotel was built more than [-] years ago, and most of the surveillance was added later. There are indeed many surveillance blind spots.

According to your analysis, it is very likely that Ye Enpei has never left here. "

Zhao Xingyuan's words made Wen Rao's back shiver.

She even thought of many similar cases, and the more she thought about them, the more worried she became.

"I will contact the hotel IT department later to listen to their professional opinions and see how likely it is that Ye Enpei did not go out."

"By the way, how is Zhu Chunfeng doing?"

When Zhao Xingyuan changed the topic, Wen Rao was a little surprised as to why he still cared about Chunfeng.

"Don't think too much about it. In fact, the project that Zhu Chunfeng discussed with Mr. Da Zheng was something I had discussed with Mr. Da Zheng before.

Mr. Da Zheng suggested that I find a reliable partner to win the project together.

If possible, I would like to cooperate with Ms. Zhu to establish a company.

I hope Miss Zhu won’t object to this win-win thing. "

Zhao Xingyuan looked at Wen Rao with a smile.

"I know, you also have a share in Miss Zhu's company, please think about it."

"Raoruo, it's already noon, it's time to have lunch, stop talking about business."

Before Wen Rao expressed his position, Zhan's mother suddenly appeared and stopped Zhao Xingyuan from continuing.

Behind him were Zhan's father and Wang Ying.

They found out that Wen Rao was here and happened to meet Wang Ying and Tuantuan, so they followed him.

Seeing Zhao Xingyuan, Zhan's father and mother looked serious.

The way Zhao Xingyuan looked at their daughter-in-law was very uncomfortable, with the feeling of excessive attention.

Wen Rao stood up and walked towards Zhan's mother.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Wen Rao felt that things were not simple. First, Grandpa came with an angry face, and now it was Zhan's father and Zhan's mother.

Did something happen that she didn't know about?

"Wen Rao, I won't disturb your family reunion. I will make arrangements for Ye Enpei. Also, please consider cooperation."

Zhao Xingyuan turned around and left without any entanglement.

Zhan's mother looked away from Zhao Xingyuan's back and took Wen Rao to go out for dinner.

Wang Ying excused herself to take the group to a nearby children's paradise, so she wisely left first.

In the hotel cafe, not long after sitting down, Zhan's mother suddenly spoke with a serious face.

"Raoruo, we all know."

Wen Rao: "..."

"Raoruo, we can't get a divorce. At worst, we don't want that son anymore."

Zhan's father followed closely.

Wen Rao was even more confused.

"Mom and Dad, do you have any misunderstanding? When did I say I wanted to divorce Zhan Yan?"

Wen Rao really didn't remember saying anything similar.

"Raoruo, please stop hiding this from us, you are all in the divorce cooling-off period.

Xiao Yan has also found a divorce lawyer. Doesn’t he want to divorce secretly behind our backs? "