She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

"Nan Xu, how could you hide such a big thing from me?"

In the coffee shop, Yan Dong sat opposite Wu Ling and me with a calm expression. His voice was soft and steady, but it gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

I know I'm wrong, and I'm embarrassed to say even one more word.

Wu Ling opened his mouth to smooth things over: "Professor Yan, don't get me wrong. We didn't mean to hide it from you. The main reason is that it's so... so embarrassing. You thought you had to go to such trouble to help us find investment, but in the end we didn't even have a complete If you can't even get the ownership of the project, isn't it a waste of all your hard work?"

Yan Dong didn't say a word, just took the tea eggs beside him and slowly started peeling them.

He seemed really angry.

Wu Ling winked at me and raised his voice another decibel: "Xuxu, do you think what I said is right?"

I responded softly, but felt the weight was not enough, so I added: "We plan to find a time to explain it to you."

Feng Miao raised his eyes slightly, and Yan Dong said softly: "So, do you have to pay back Rongyu's previous investment amount exactly in order to get the complete ownership of the project?"

"Yes," Wu Ling looked excited, "Does Professor Yan have any idea?"

Yan Dong did not respond immediately, but handed me the peeled tea egg and reminded: "Eat it while it's hot."

I actually didn’t have much of an appetite, but I couldn’t resist his kindness, so I could only reach out and take it.

The next moment, I heard Yan Dong say, "This matter is still a bit difficult, but it is not impossible."

Wu Ling's eyes widened and he asked curiously: "Professor Yan, is there any way?"

"Although Feng Wenzhuo looks amiable on the surface, he is famous for being decisive in the business world and distinguishing between public and private matters," Yan Dong began to analyze. "If we directly tell him that there is a disagreement over the ownership of the project, as long as I’m afraid that he won’t be optimistic about the project’s prospects, and besides, the relationship between Hongtu and Rongyu is already sensitive. If Hongtu, as a senior, rushes to seize the project from Rongyu, it will only follow the truth.”

Wu Ling sighed: "What should we do?"

"We have to find a compromise. Let's find out Feng Wenzhuo's attitude first."

Yan Dong coincides with my thoughts: "You mean the reception banquet the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes," Yan Dong glanced at me appreciatively and said, "Although the reception banquet is an informal negotiation occasion, it is very suitable for testing the truth. Moreover, Feng Wenzhuo values ​​​​and loves his sister very much, so he is not in a bad mood. Bad, it’s a good time.”

Wu Ling also agreed: "Professor Yan is indeed resourceful. With your help taking the lead, Xu Xu and I can put our worries at ease."

"As for Hanzhi," Yan Dong changed the topic and said, "After all, he is the talker of the company. He often cannot help himself. You should be more considerate and considerate."

Wu Ling gave Yan Dong a thumbs up: "As expected of Professor Yan, this pattern is strong."

Yan Dong's face didn't change: "Mr. Wu is also very strong. He swung the wine bottle so much that it made the news. Have you thought about how to solve it?"

Wu Ling said with a sarcastic expression: "I have agreed with Xu Xu that I will go to the hospital in the afternoon to apologize."

"I have some interactions with the Song family. If necessary, I can come forward and say a few words."

I really didn’t want to trouble Yan Dong anymore with such a trivial matter, so I refused and said, “Wu Ling and I will handle this matter.”

Wu Ling knew what I was thinking, nodded, and complimented: "It is our great honor to have a friend like Professor Yan!"

Yan Dong glanced at me and said, "I'm one of you, so why are you so polite?"

After leaving the cafe, we split up with the Winter Soldier.

On the way back, Wu Ling kept staring at me and said, "Last night, you two were waiting for me outside the police station?"

"so what?"

"It's freezing cold, why didn't you rub into Professor Yan's arms?"

"Don't make trouble," I held the steering wheel tightly and said, "Go back and wash up. We have a tough battle to fight in the afternoon."

Under the warm sunshine of the winter afternoon, Wu Ling and I came to the VIP ward of the inpatient department with gifts.

As soon as we approached the door, we heard laughter coming from inside.

"I'm talking about Fengzi, Brother Hao specifically told us before he left that he wanted us to help take care of his ex-wife. We just need to put on a show, but don't really follow the lead."

When I heard Zhang Jiahao's name, I glanced at Wu Ling secretly, and saw her pursed lips tightly, looking forbearing.

"You kid, you don't understand. Brother Hao just mentioned it casually," the second generation ancestor's arrogant voice came through the crack of the door, "He is now traveling in Las Vegas with the little kid, how can he remember her? Wu Ling."

As soon as he finished speaking, I clearly saw Wu Ling's fingertips holding the doorknob turn white.

"She still thinks that she is the daughter of Wu who is supported by everyone, and she doesn't think about how many years have passed since her father's downfall. Humph, she is putting on airs with me, and I will show her how awesome she is!"

Wu Daqianjin?

I looked at Wu Ling in surprise. Looking back on how picky she was about food and clothing in the past, I suddenly understood.

That is the attitude that comes from being rich day and night.

So I took a step forward, held her hand holding the doorknob, patted her twice gently, and rushed in first.

In an instant, three or four pairs of eyes in the ward looked at us at the same time. I twitched my lips, glanced at the red-faced man on the bed and said, "This is the famous Mr. Song, hello, I am. Meng Nanxu, Wu Ling’s friend.”

Song Feng had a bandage tied on his head. At first glance, he looked a bit miserable, but if you look closely, you could see that the bandage was not tied to the wound at all.

I can’t even pretend.

Just after hearing my greeting, Song Feng suddenly stood up from the hospital bed, stared at me with a pair of hanging eyes, and said in surprise: "I said Wu Damei, when did you have such a stunning woman beside you!"

"Can you please put your tongue away!" Wu Ling hurried over and said, "I'm telling you, Song Feng, don't make any evil plans!"

When she said this, she protected me behind her, just like a hen protecting her chicks.

I had completely forgotten that I was here to apologize.

Song Feng was displeased when he saw this. He covered his forehead and made a miserable expression: "Oh, why is this wound so painful? Let a lawyer come and see if it can be considered a second-level injury."

I immediately glanced at Wu Ling and said politely: "Mr. Song, don't be anxious. This injury needs to be healed slowly. Although the police station has received the injury examination report, in the final analysis, it was us, Wu Ling, who took action first, so We are responsible for the medical expenses and lost work expenses."

Song Feng raised his eyebrows: "Ms. Meng, do you think Song is short of money?"

"Of course not," I smiled nonchalantly, "Mr. Song has a broad mind, how can he care about us two weak women?"

In terms of praise, I have learned a lot from Wu Ling in the past two years, and now I can basically keep my face from blushing and my heart from beating.

As expected, Song Feng beamed with joy when he heard this: "I say Wu Damei, if you were half as good at talking as Miss Meng, Brother Hao wouldn't be chasing his Bai Yueguang all the time."

Wu Ling's face turned dark visibly.

Before the situation continued to escalate, I asked again: "Since Mr. Song is so magnanimous, can the case be dropped as soon as possible?"

Diao Shao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Withdrawing the case is of course possible. As long as Miss Meng comes to a Vienna winery to have dinner with us brothers tonight, everything will be easy."

"Song Feng you!"

I hurriedly stopped Wu Ling, looked over coldly, and asked, "After eating this meal, will President Song be able to withdraw the case?"

"That's necessary. As long as Miss Meng arrives, I will call the lawyer and stick to my word."

I curled up my palms and thought about the conversation between the second-generation ancestors when I just entered the door, and I immediately took it into consideration.

What if the scene where Wu Ling and Song Feng were having dinner was "accidentally" seen by Zhang Jiahao?

So I nodded in agreement: "Okay, it's a deal."

After receiving the answer, Song Feng diligently escorted Wu Ling and I out of the ward, holding the gauze on his head, all the way to the elevator.

"Miss Meng, see you tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, I saw Lin Xixi coming from the other side.

She was carrying a thermos bucket and was wearing an expensive Chanel suit.

Behind him was an aunt who helped to get things.

She called out as she walked: "The crucian carp soup just out of the pot is delicious enough. Please do it faster next time."

She looks like the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family.

Oh, I almost forgot, the ward on this floor is a VIP area specially set up by the hospital for the rich. Although it is divided into east and west areas, the elevator is still shared.

The aisle in the middle is like an invisible line that divides our completely different lives.

On one side were Wu Ling and I, who were busy with food and clothing, and on the other side was Lin Xixi in fine clothes.

Very contrasting.

True and ironic.

When she saw us, the little girl was also stunned. Her apricot eyes turned again and again. After briefly staying on Song Feng's face, they fell on me again: "Sister Nan Xu, Sister Wu Ling, what are you doing? ?”