The canine boyfriend is sticky and fierce

"I suggest you quit your job."

This is the advice given by the doctor when Wen Liang talked about the cause of his tendon strain during the recovery process.

Wen Liang sat on the hospital bed and watched the heavy snow seal the city outside, feeling confused like never before. His half-used hand was no longer up to the job in Paradise, but what could he do if he quit his job.

He managed to find a job that saved him from misery, but he was deprived of it by himself, but he couldn't blame Wu Bai for this matter. It was because of his own hand problems that he couldn't meet the requirements of customers, and even made the head waiter go to him. aftermath.

Wen Liang buried her head in her knees, took heavy and long breaths, trying to relax herself, and let her mind, which was full of thoughts, calmly make the right decision.

After another two days like this, his hand has almost recovered, but he has more serious sequelae. Under the test, he lifted 20 catties of things for only 1 minute, and there was a dull pain in the meridian in the wrist.

Wen Liang's last bit of luck was gone.If he can earn 230 million in one fell swoop, Wen Liang will consider letting go, but there will be no pie in the sky, and Wen Liang will have to rely on this half-useful hand to pay off the debt.

He didn't turn on the phone very much these days, and he didn't respond to all kinds of news from Wu Bai and Feng Baobao. He first called Davy to apologize for what happened that day, and then resigned.

It was ridiculous that he was about to leave shortly after his internship.

After taking care of the work, Wen Liang replied to Feng Baobao that he had resigned and he was fine.

This point should be during working hours, and there was no reply from the other end.

As for Wu Bai...Wen Liang stared at the dialog box for a while, and finally turned off the phone.

Here, Wu Bai was scolded by his father on the phone, scolding him for not going to the company to do nothing, scolding him for not learning from those cronies, in short, it was all those clichés.

In the end, it was an old-fashioned threat, saying that if he didn't go to the venture capital reception with Uncle De for him this month, all his funds would be frozen.

It would be too embarrassing if he was 23 and his family managed the money, so Wu Bai said impatiently that he would go.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Davy's call cut in.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Wen Liang resigned from me just now."

Hearing those two words, Wu Bai raised his heart subconsciously, aware of his own reaction, Wu Bai breathed out a little irritably, his voice was cold and indifferent, "Got it, what else did you say?" ."

"I didn't say anything else, Mr. Wu, look...do I agree?"

Wu Bai lifted his lips and said coldly, "Your man, ask me what I do. He is just a boring wild fruit. Davy, how many years have you been in charge of personnel for nothing?"

Davy understood the meaning of his words, the young master of the family lost interest, so he naturally put it aside and ignored it.

He has news.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Bai paced back and forth in the room. He wanted to contact him, but when he thought that he had called Davy for so long but didn't reply to himself, Wu Bai felt depressed.

But his condition that day seemed to be quite serious. They are friends, so it is not too much to worry about the situation.

No, what kind of friend, don't you just want to sleep, where is the sincerity.

For a moment, my heart felt uncomfortable like a cat scratching, and Wu Bai was about to explode.

Finally, he couldn't help but make a phone call.

"Sorry, the user you are calling has switched off, sorry..."

"Fuck! #@& fuck me!"

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December gradually showed its tail, Wen Liang stayed in the hospital for a few more days, and his hands fully recovered.

It's hard to find a job in the near new year, and we can only make long-term plans in the coming year. Wen Liang plans to go back to City C to find some odd jobs first.

When going through the discharge procedures, Mr. Li called, and his warm heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Hey, Xiao Liang, the reception we talked about last time is just tonight. Come downstairs to my company at six o'clock in the evening."

Seeing that he didn't mention his father's cemetery, Wen Liang put her heart back in place, "Okay, I get it."

"Oh..." Another instruction came from the other end of the phone, "Remember to dress smartly, there are some famous people at the reception."

"Okay." Wen Liang hung up the phone and looked at the clock on the wall. It's 1:[-] in the afternoon, so there should be still time.

The heavy snow made it difficult to walk, and many nearby roads could not be walked, so they could only take detours. After four hours of train ride, Wu Bai finally arrived in City C, but it was already five o'clock, and there were 40 minutes left before the agreed time.

It must be too late to go back, Wen Liang ran into a clothing store, bought a white suit, went to the hair salon and asked the barber to make a simple and neat hairstyle for her slightly long hair, and went straight to Mr. Li's company with a briefcase.

When I got there, I saw Li Jianjun coming out of the elevator.

Wen Liang stopped in her tracks and greeted her out of breath. "President Li..."

Li Jianjun looked him up and down, nodded in satisfaction, "Let's go, my car is in the garage."

The car drove out slowly, and Li Jianjun answered a phone call on the way, with smiles and flattery all over his face.

"Don't worry, I promise to bring it for you. It's here right now. You'll like it."

Wen Liang was confused, and Li Jianjun looked at him with a smile that seemed a little too happy.

Probably because he thought there was a chance to pay him back, Wen Liang smiled wryly, he had never heard of any old friends of his father in so many years, this time he had no hope at all, but he had to come, otherwise his father's cemetery would definitely Will be sold by Li Jianjun.

The black Volkswagen slowly stopped on the side of the road. Li Jianjun came down with Wen Liang, crossed the long traffic queue, and walked for a few minutes before reaching a high-end club.At this moment, when the lights came on, various people in suits and leather shoes had already entered the arena.

Wen Liang was led in by Li Jianjun.The warm air in the room sweeps away the cold, the gorgeous crystal chandelier tilts to shine brightly, and under the elegant and soothing violin music, people gather in small groups and greet each other with polite smiles, or hold up champagne to and fro.

The waiter passed by with the wine, Li Jianjun took two glasses, handed Wen Liang one, and then led the people directly to the private room upstairs.

As soon as he entered, there was only a middle-aged man inside. His shrewd and sly eyes like a fox shot over immediately, and fell on Wen Liang, looking him up and down, and then he smiled.

Wen Liang felt like he had seen this man before.

Li Jianjun was aware of his gaze, and went up to him to shake hands skillfully. "I'm late, Mr. Ye forgive me."

"No, no, this young man..."

Li Jianjun pulled Wen Liang over, and introduced to Ye Wenhe pretendingly, "The son of a business partner, count me as half my nephew, Xiao Liang, meet Mr. Ye soon."

Wen Liang bowed politely to him, "Mr. Ye, my name is Wen Liang."

Ye Wenhe raised his elbow kindly, telling him not to be restrained.

"Then, let Mr. Ye take a look at my nephew first, and I will go out to say hello first."

Li Jianjun turned his head and patted Wen Liang's shoulder, "Xiao Liang is here, don't run around, don't let Boss Ye bother."