The school beauty tortured me physically and mentally, and I was reborn as a licking dog and cut off

Wen Tongren didn't expect to bump into Ji Heng in this place.

But I didn't feel embarrassed, after all, his feet were long on his legs, and he could walk as much as he wanted.

"It turned out to be Ji Heng, came to find Ji Lengming?"

How could Ji Heng come to find his cheap brother.

Laughed uncomfortably.

"No, I'm here to do something.

After Ji Heng said a word, he began to talk about his recent achievements.

"By the way, Uncle Wen doesn't know yet, I opened a media company, and I currently have a project in my hand, which is a talent show. Although the investment has been completed, if Uncle Wen is interested, he can also give you a dry share.

Wen Tongren was a little surprised.

He had just come out of Ji Lengming's side.

Look at the meaning of that kid, he has some interest in the semiconductor industry chain.

Now I bumped into Ji Heng and said that he wanted to develop the entertainment industry.

They are all young men in their twenties, and normal young people shouldn't they go clubbing, playing games, and picking up girls

, so as to vent their endless energy? All he meets are fake young people! Thinking so, the words came to his lips --

"It's a good thing that young people are motivated, so I won't follow suit!" Just

at the right time, Wen Tongren's driver drove over.

"My car is here, don't bother you with your errands, let's go first!" Ji

Heng wanted to stop Wen Tongren, wanted to talk about his project in detail, and wanted to tell him how much considerable benefits this project would have.

But the other party seemed to avoid him, and left very simply.

As soon as Wen Tongren left, the polite smile on Ji Heng's face collapsed instantly.

"This Wen Tongren," Ji Heng hammered down the steering wheel, "I used to be gentle, and I knew how to pretend, but now I don't even bother to pretend

!" "Wait and see!" Ji

Heng has been quite proud recently.

Zheng Yiping is generous, has enough money, does not interfere in content creation and shooting, and has almost no other requirements except for asking to stuff his goddaughter into the crew.

The work of the crew is progressing smoothly, several versions of the script have been written, the content is detailed and innovative, and the participants in the draft are all handsome men and beauties, with stalks, talents and explosive points.

At a glance, it is the appearance of the fire!

He came to the old town of City C this time, mainly for Zheng Yiping's goddaughter.

The little girl loves photography, and recently became obsessed with photographing old houses, and did not greet her elders in the morning, and secretly ran out.

After Zheng Yiping found out, he lost his temper, and after repeated questioning, he realized that she was here in the old city.

Ji Heng, as a pawn of others, was naturally kicked out and ordered to bring people back.

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the prosperous area of C City, the road is wide and the green area is not small.

Next to the zinnias and irises that bloomed all the way, a commercial vehicle stopped.

Soon, a sturdy man stepped out of the car, removed the wheelchair from the car, and opened the door on the other side.

Wen Wan wore an ankle-length purple dress, her long hair was draped, her complexion was very white, and her body bones were thin, like a cluster of fresh and pleasant lavender.

She sat in her wheelchair.

"Let's go!"

Wei Zhen pushed the wheelchair and pushed Wen Wan into the office building directly in front of him.

The two of them sat and stood at a time.

"Go to the top floor.

Wei Zhen pressed the elevator button on the top floor.

The elevator door opens, and a staff member runs over to take the elevator.

There is almost no need for gentle prompting.

Wei Zhen said lightly: "I'm sorry, please wait for the next elevator." Then

close the door in front of the others.

During the elevator ascent.

Wei Zhen: "Miss, your father called again, did you answer?"

Wen Wan: "Don't worry about him."

Wei Zhen: "Wouldn't this be bad?" Wen

Wan: "You talk too much!" Wei

Zhen shut up in a knowing voice.

The elevator door opened, and the two of them walked straight to a luxuriously decorated office.

The office was unlocked, there was no one, and apparently its owner hadn't expected an uninvited day to come.

Wen Wan, who entered the room, looked around and sneered.

Then he said lightly: "Smash me!"

Wei Zhen ordered, rolled up his sleeves, pulled out a hammer from the back of Wen Wan's wheelchair, assembled it, and began to smash it on the desk.

Wen Wan, on the other hand, was fascinated by the large number of handwritten manuscripts in the corner of the office.

She turned her wheelchair to avoid the mess of confetti, wood chips, glass, and wall plaster, and moved to the corner of the office, where a thick layer of dusty documents had already fallen.

Behind him was smoke and dust, and in his ears was the piercing sound of hammers.

Wen Wan turned a blind eye.

She lowered her head, picked up the paper, and ran her fingers over the words on the page.

The man's words were the opposite of what he looked like.

The person she loves is delicate and elegant, and when she laughs, she has a kind of innocence, kindness that makes people want to get close, and the warmth of seeing people melts.

But his words are extremely sharp, like a steep stone wall, like a long knife falling from nine heavens, majestic and magnificent.

For countless days and nights, the man sat on his desk, sleepless all night.

She listened to his 'rustle' writing and always fell asleep quickly.

Scenes of familiar memories are crazily crowded from unknown corners and directions.

This scene is similar to what happened.

Once, that person also tried his best to write her a number of plans.

He would hand her his proposal with anticipation, and if she wasn't at home, he would place it on her desk or in a prominent place at the head of her bed.

And when she ignored it, he would rush to her company, grab her, and express it in concise colloquial language.

There are many far-reaching advice, a large number of decisions that are extremely correct from the present point of view, and many positive, positive and historic investment plans.

However, so many good words and hard work were thrown into the trash can and into the fire by her.

She asked the bodyguards to chase him away more than once, and turned him away more than once.

She even forced that person to tear up every page he had worked so hard to write, and then forced him to swallow

it in her stomach! Wen Wan was calm on the surface, but deep in her heart was turbulent.

She flipped through the pages of the text, staring at the incomparably familiar handwriting, her eyes souring and swollen.

What a bastard she used to be!

"Smash me!" Wen

Wan's eyes turned red.

It's like yelling at Wei Zhen, it's even more like yelling at himself!

"Smash it hard for me!" The

sound of smashing things on the top floor made the conference room downstairs unbearable.

Downstairs, in the conference room, Du Qinglin was holding a meeting with the company's leaders.

As soon as you get up, the sand will begin to fall above your head.

Immediately afterwards, the violent sound of turning over boxes and cabinets sounded intensively.

Du Qinglin frowned and looked at the ceiling of the roof.

"What's going on?" he

looked at the managers around him, "It's my office, right?" and the managers looked

at each other.

"Mr. Du, it seems... It's your office that's wrong!"

"

Why don't you go up and have a look?"

Du Qinglin slammed the document in his hand on the table.

"You guys, come up with me and have a look!".