I rely on supernatural powers to marry a wealthy family

Xu Guoguo sighed, and looked at Feng Zhanjue aggrievedly, wanting to ask him to comfort him.

Feng Zhanjue shrugged helplessly, and indicated with his eyes that Han Zhenzhen was still here.

After being reminded by him, Xu Guoguo remembered it now, and quickly looked at Han Zhenzhen, only to see that she lowered her head in frustration, holding the Tarot card tightly and not letting go.

After being silent for a while, Han Zhenzhen raised her head, looked at her with teary eyes, and asked, "Will I really get what I want?"

"Of course." Xu Guoguo nodded with certainty, those pictures are definitely not wrong, and she will marry Wen Nanfeng in the end.

But such an answer did not comfort Han Zhenzhen at all, she laughed at herself and said, "Thank you for telling me so much, I think it is enough."

"Zhenzhen, you have to have confidence in yourself. Nanfeng is just paranoid now. When he calms down, he will understand that you are good." Xu Guoguo took her hand and persuaded her earnestly.

She was so worried that they would cut the red rope suddenly because of her meddling.

Fortunately, Han Zhenzhen didn't give up so easily, she quickly adjusted her emotions, and smiled at Xu Guoguo: "Thank you for your comfort, but you are right, I believe Nanfeng will see my good."

Hearing that she didn't give up, Xu Guoguo breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the fate between them was not ruined by his meddling, which made Xu Guoguo very happy, and sincerely sent blessings to them.

-

Wen family.

Mother Wen threw the pillow on Wen Nanfeng angrily, pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Your wings are stiff, aren't you? You won't listen to me anymore?"

Wen Nanfeng raised his head, looked at her indifferently, and said, "If what you say is right, I will naturally listen, but Han Zhenzhen and I have no feelings, so it is impossible for us to get engaged."

"You...you..." Mother Wen sat back on the sofa, patted her chest and cried out aggrievedly: "When I gave birth to you and killed me half my life, I thought you would understand my intentions, but what about you, everywhere Disobey me."

Father Wen on the side couldn't stand it any longer, glanced at Wen Nanfeng, and said to Mother Wen with a rare stubbornness: "My son is doing well in Fengshi now, and he is now the person in charge of new products, which is already pretty good."

"What's good?" Mother Wen stood up, her angry eyes swept over the two of them, "Look at that little bastard, how is my son worse than him, I will never let him go."

"Mom, wasn't Grandpa's warning enough last time?" Wen Nanfeng kindly reminded him a little tired.

When it came to the old man, Mother Wen finally knew how to restrain herself, but she was still very angry and gave Wen Nanfeng a hard look.

Seeing that she had nothing to say, Wen Nanfeng didn't linger in the living room anymore, and went upstairs directly to his room.

Seeing his son gone, Father Wen said again: "It's better to put away those little tricks of yours. If you let your son know the good things you did, he will definitely be angry with you."

"I'm doing it for his own good. Look at the old things in the company. They still think about that little bastard. When my son makes achievements, the Feng family will not be ours?" Mother Wen sneered.

"Are you really going to steal the formula?" Father Wen was still a little worried, and whispered, "Those things must be kept well. Those people you are looking for can really get them?"

"Of course." Mother Wen said confidently. She raised her head and sneered, "Is there anything in this world that money can't solve?"

It seemed that she had made up her mind. Father Wen knew he couldn't persuade him, so he didn't say any more.

Mother Wen's eyes wandered around, and she was still muttering something, as if she was thinking about something.

"Let's watch the show tomorrow." Mother Wen sneered, she would definitely make Feng Zhanjue pay the price.

He couldn't persuade Mother Wen like this. Father Wen sighed helplessly, and at the same time mourned for Feng Zhanjue in his heart, hoping that he would really have the ability to protect his company.

The next day, in Feng Zhanjue's office, it was as if it was shrouded in cold winter, and everyone dared not take a breath.

"Why, are you all dumb?" Feng Zhanjue frowned and asked coldly.

The invisible pressure released from him made everyone very uncomfortable, especially those in the product department, who could not wait to find a place to drill down at this moment.

The person in charge of the product department hesitated for a moment before standing up, tremblingly pushed his glasses, and whispered, "This time it's our fault, we will definitely give the president an explanation."

"How to explain?" Feng Zhanjue glanced coldly at the people in the product department, and finally looked at Zhao Rong, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "You keep the things, Mr. Zhao, are you going to say anything?"

When she was named, Zhao Rong stood up with a pale face and said with red eyes, "This time it's my fault, I will take responsibility."

"Responsible, how are you responsible?" Feng Zhanjue sneered.

"I..." Zhao Rong felt the tremendous pressure, looked at him stubbornly, gritted her teeth and said, "Give me a week, and I will definitely develop a better new product."

Feng Zhanjue leaned forward slightly, and taunted without mercy: "Mr. Zhao means that you didn't try your best before? If the formula wasn't stolen this time, wouldn't the things we put on the shelves be defective?"

"That's not what it means." Zhao Rong couldn't hold on any longer, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead.

The product department has always been very united. Seeing a woman being bullied, the manager stood up and said, "President, this incident is not entirely due to Mr. Zhao, it is because she trusts people in our department too much that she suffered from villains. "

"Oh?" The chill in Feng Zhanjue's eyes was even worse, he raised the corners of his lips coldly, and said mockingly: "You don't need to show how good your relationship is in front of me, this is the company, I hope you can always remember, I I gave you so much money, this is not what you want to see!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the pen in front of the manager, "What kind of punishment do you want, write it yourself."

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, very hesitant, not knowing what to do.

The manager looked helplessly at Feng Zhanjue, also at a loss.

Seeing that he didn't move, Feng Zhanjue didn't force him this time, but said coldly: "I'll give you half a day, and before you get off work, either give me the execution letter, or pack up and leave."

This is at least an opportunity for them. The manager nodded gratefully, expressing that he would definitely think about it.

Impatiently, he drove out all the people in the house, leaving He Qing alone.

"Immediately go and find out who the formula ended up at." Feng Zhanjue lowered his head and ordered in a cold voice.

He Qing nodded immediately, and before leaving, he reminded worriedly: "If the people of the Feng family know, I'm afraid they will have to make use of the problem again. If Wen Nanfeng really wins the company at that time, it will be very bad for us."

"You think he can get it easily?" Feng Zhanjue sneered disdainfully.

Just such a cowardly man is not worthy of being his opponent. Every time his subordinates come to them to copy something small, or make some trouble for himself, these are like tickling for him.