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

Wu Ling quickly found out that Feng Wenzhuo had the habit of playing golf every weekend.

In Mission Hills.

A low-key yet high-end golf club.

After discussing with Wu Ling, I decided to create a chance encounter.

On the weekend afternoon, we came to the stadium early and waited.

After a while, I saw Feng Wenzhuo, who had arrived belatedly surrounded by everyone.

Wu Ling exchanged a look with me and walked over with the club in hand.

"Mr. Feng, we meet again." Wu Ling showed his boss style and greeted politely.

Feng Wenzhuo stopped when he heard the greeting. His eyes briefly stayed on Wu Ling's face for a few seconds, then moved away.

His eyes were calm.

I don't seem to remember who we are.

The man next to him joked: "We, Mr. Feng, are really lucky wherever we go."

The way he looked at me and Wu Ling was so blunt that it was a bit vulgar.

They probably think of us as prostitutes.

I didn't pay attention, and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Feng is busy with things. It's normal for him not to remember our Mr. Wu. It seems that our Mr. Wu's wish today is going to come true."

After I finished speaking, I sighed.

Feng Wenzhuo then raised his eyelids and looked at Wu Ling curiously.

Wu Ling scratched his head in embarrassment and looked at me again.

I said harmoniously: "It's okay, Mr. Wu, I'll discuss my skills with Mr. Feng next time I have a chance."

Wu Ling's pupils trembled slightly, and he quickly said in tacit agreement: "It seems that the two hours of waiting were in vain."

Wu Ling has the appearance of a royal sister, with bright features. Even if she stands silently in the crowd, she is still eye-catching. With her pair of talking peach blossom eyes, she feels quite pitiful at the moment.

The onlookers looked at Feng Wenzhuo excitedly and said, "This beauty, I'm not talking about you. Our Mr. Feng's football skills are among the best in Beijing and Hong Kong. Are you looking for him to compete with him, or are you looking for him to compete with her?" Woolen cloth?"

Wu Ling swung the club neatly and said, "I don't think so?"

"Then you can beat her as you like." Feng Wenzhuo, who had been silent, finally spoke up in a calm tone, "But the ugly words are ahead, and I won't show mercy to you."

He had a strong aura. Wu Ling held his breath after hearing this and did not answer the question.

I protected her and whispered: "Don't worry, winning or losing is no longer important."

The most important thing is that we have had the opportunity to communicate with Feng Wenzhuo.

In fact, Wu Ling's skills are quite good.

In order to please her rich second-generation ex-husband, she once practiced golf hard, so among many amateurs, she was considered to be good at it.

It's just that he can't compare with high-end players like Feng Wenzhuo.

No, after a game, the sun was almost setting, Wu Ling was exhausted, and his final loss was not embarrassing.

Feng Wenzhuo threw the club to the caddy, glanced at Wu Ling, and said implicitly: "Mr. Wu's birdie shot was pretty good."

He had four or five birdies of his own.

Wu Ling's determination to win was also shaken out, and he said displeasedly: "Let's compete another day."

Everyone joked again: "Mr. Feng, Miss Wu has an appointment with you."

Oh, now Wu Ling and I are starting to have names.

Feng Wenzhuo smiled faintly, his eyes suddenly fell on my face, and asked: "Why didn't you ask Yan Dong to come with you?"

When it comes to the harsh winter, everyone’s joking eyes change again.

"Professor Yan is busy, so it's not good to bother him." I replied sincerely.

"We are tired after playing for so long. If you two don't mind, you can go to our club for a drink."

Wu Ling and I looked at each other and said in unison: "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful."

We were the only two girls in the club.

Feng Wenzhuo went to change clothes, and Wu Ling and I took the opportunity to chat with others.

Someone accidentally mentioned Zhou Hanzhi, and he never invited others to complain.

"I heard that he's in love with a female college student. These days, he's been chasing her as if he's possessed by a demon. He's turned the entire Zhou family upside down. I don't know why."

Another second-generation ancestor hurriedly answered: "Then you don't understand, college students. Not only do you need that pure energy, but even when you are in bed, you can also seduce people when you scream."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others couldn't help but laugh.

I lowered my head and took a sip of the wine in the glass. It didn't taste good.

"That's almost it," Feng Wenzhuo's voice interrupted, "There are still girls here."

Wu Ling glanced at me and said half-jokingly: "Who doesn't like young bodies?"

A joke relieved my embarrassment of not being able to investigate.

I was thinking about business and walked towards Feng Wenzhuo with a drink in hand.

"Mr. Feng." I lowered the wine glass and said, "Thank you today."

"Yandong's friends are my friends. Manager Meng is so polite."

I wasn't going to beat around the bush and said frankly: "Mr. Feng should have guessed that today's meeting was not accidental."

Feng Wenzhuo said nothing and motioned for me to continue.

"We want to talk to you about the project." I got straight to the point.

Feng Wenzhuo took a sip of his wine and said after a while: "You shouldn't be short of money to cooperate with Mr. Zhou, right?"

As expected, he knew that Zhou Hanzhi invested in us.

I calmed down and said, "Mr. Zhou is definitely not short of money, but in terms of vision and strategy, Mr. Wu and I have always believed that you are better."

Feng Wenzhuo seemed to be used to such compliments. He narrowed his eyes and said, "I want to hear the real reason, Manager Meng."

His attitude was very humble, but his humility contained an indescribable sense of oppression.

This feeling made me feel that if I had any other evil thoughts, he might throw me and Wu Ling out immediately.

I can only say frankly: "We are doing this project for money, but Mr. Zhou is different."

"Ok?"

"Zhou always makes Pomeranians smile." I thought about the wording, "The goals are different."

As soon as I finished speaking, Feng Wenzhuo laughed twice. He laughed and said: "It seems that Mr. Zhou, the investor, is not up to standard to allow Manager Meng to have such a misunderstanding."

We were just chatting, but Feng Wenzhuo kept staring behind me.

I looked suspicious, and as soon as I turned my head, I saw Zhou Hanzhi standing behind me.

He was looking at me too.