Surrogate wife every step of the way

"Why are you here... Mr. Zhao?"

She subconsciously blurted out the word you, and suddenly realized that Mr. Li was still here, so she called Mr. Zhao with a slightly uncomfortable voice.

Luo Hao stood beside Zhao Zifeng, feeling ashamed of himself.

It's just two people standing next to each other. Although he doesn't have much advantage in height, he is almost evenly matched.

But when he stood aside, Luo Hao's aura immediately weakened, as if he was a bit shorter.

He muttered for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

Whether it is financial resources or rights, he is indeed worthless in front of Zhao Zifeng.

It is impossible for Sun Mengjiao to have the money to buy the villa that Sun Mengjiao lives in now.

Mr. Li also came over and took the initiative to say hello, "Mr. Zhao, are you here to pick up Mengjiao?"

She didn't remember when she notified Zhao Zifeng that she would come to the police station, probably Lawyer Wang tipped off the news.

Zhao Zifeng pursed his lips and smiled, showing a seductive arc. He put his hand on her shoulder naturally, and the relationship seemed very intimate, "Yes."

He just wanted Sun Mengjiao to understand that Luo Hao was nothing compared to him.

When I left Luo Hao, it was the right choice to choose divorce.

Zhao Zifeng admitted it with such a simple word, and Luo Hao's heart felt bitter, bitterer than bitter melon.

But he can only swallow it secretly, the bitter fruit he brewed, he can't throw it away except to eat it.

With sweetness in her heart, Sun Mengjiao glanced at Luo Hao lightly, and smiled at Zhao Zifeng, "Let's go."

Luo Hao just stood there, watching Sun Mengjiao and Zhao Zifeng walking together, their backs looked so well matched.

With overwhelming depression in his heart, he returned to the car with his head down.

"Haohao, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Luo Hao was depressed, Wang Wenshu asked with concern.

Xin Chuyi sat in the back seat with an aggrieved face, wringing her hands vigorously.

Luo Hao sighed, "It's okay, let's leave as soon as possible."

"Are we really leaving?"

Wang Wenshu was startled, she thought it was just to coax Sun Mengjiao into letting go of what Xin Chuyi said, but Luo Hao really planned to leave.

This makes people who were born and bred here, how can they be willing to leave?

But the reality is that the matter between Sun Mengjiao and Xin Chuyi is far from over, and she still has evidence on her body.

It's just that she doesn't pursue it for the time being. She intends to use this trick to keep the Luo family in check.

Xin Chuyi was dissatisfied and yelled again, "Haohao, why are you afraid of her? Why do we have to leave? Is she doing well here? I won't leave!"

The sharp voice made Luo Hao's brain ache, and he slammed the steering wheel, "Shut up! Haven't you done enough stupid things?"

……

"How do you know I'm at the police station?"

Sun Mengjiao sat on the back seat, looked at Feng Zhao outside the car window, and suddenly turned to look at Zhao Zifeng.

Zhao Zifeng gently lifted her leg and put it on his own, with a smile on his face, "Guess?"

Sun Mengjiao looked at her legs that were raised by him, and it was indeed much more comfortable than bending them just now. Following his words, she guessed, "Could it be that a tracker is installed on my body?"

These are all seen from the police and gangster movies. Is it true that business tycoons are used to such tricks?
Zhao Zifeng's knuckle-boned hands gently pushed aside her trousers, pulled them up, stared at the place where the gauze was still tied, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Sun Mengjiao, who was still in a joking tone, was a little at a loss when he asked him such a question.

If it doesn't move, it's okay, it's still almost fine.

But if you move a lot, it still hurts. Of course, the pain is much lighter than when you were just injured.

It was just the concern that came out of Zhao Zifeng's mouth, which surprised her.

When he came back from the hospital on the first day, Zhao Zifeng came back, but he didn't ask her if it hurt, he just hugged her and told her about his tiredness and miss.

Asking such a serious question, she grinned, shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The car drove smoothly on the road.

After arriving at Zhao's villa, Zhao Zifeng carried Sun Mengjiao into the villa.

Sun Mengjiao put her arms around his neck, her eyes covered his well-defined chin, his high nose bridge, and his deep pupils.

Being hugged by him, listening to the powerful heartbeat in his chest, I felt unprecedented peace of mind.

His grandson hugged her until she was carried to the bed and changed the quilt for her before giving up.

"Hey, take good care of it at home, don't run around."

Zhao Zifeng's tone seemed to be coaxing a child, which made Sun Meng dumbfounded.

Her injury has almost healed, and if she continues to rest on the bed, she will probably be useless.

"Zifeng, it's too boring at home."

She couldn't help muttering, in Zhao Zifeng's eyes, she seemed to be acting like a spoiled child.

Zhao Zifeng leaned down, raised his index finger and scratched fondly on the bridge of her nose, "I'll go out to play after you get better."

Immediately after finishing speaking, she got up and straightened out the wrinkles in the suit caused by holding Sun Mengjiao just now, "I'll go to the company and come back to accompany you at night."

Seeing his serious expression, Sun Mengjiao remembered that when she came back from the police station just now, President Li had a meeting with Zhao Zifeng, and she vaguely heard something about the company, so she stopped being pretentious.

"Okay, go early and come back early."

With such a sentence, it is considered a release.

After Zhao Zifeng left, Sun Mengjiao hugged the pillow on the side of the bed and was stunned for a while, thinking of Zhao Zifeng's slight eyebrow raising in front of Luo Hao just now, her heart moved.

She sat up suddenly, muttering: "Is he jealous? Or does he want to declare his sovereignty?"

Looking back at his expression, I feel weird now thinking about it.

However, Sun Mengjiao benefited from his reaction.

At least it shows that he cares about himself.

However, judging by Mr. Li's serious expression when he talked with Zhao Zifeng just now, the company's affairs are probably still very difficult.

……

As soon as Zhao Zifeng entered the office, Mr. Li was already waiting in his office. He was sitting on the leather sofa, drinking tea and looking at the documents in his hand.

It's like using this place as an office.

The corner of Zhao Zifeng's mouth curled slightly, and he winked at the assistant behind him, telling her to close the door.

After the door was closed, he walked slowly to Mr. Li's side, "Tell me, how is the company's recent situation?"

During this period of time, he came back from abroad, and he learned most of the company's situation from Mr. Li.

After returning, not only did the state not change, but it got worse.

He didn't take any measures. On the one hand, he didn't want to startle the snake. If he touched it, he would shrink his head and not come out, which would be troublesome.

On the other hand, the play needs to be complete, otherwise it will be very difficult to end.

"Before you came, you weren't so rampant. At least a supervisory department was secretly inserted in. Any decision made by our department must go through the supervisory department. Airborne, who it is, I think it's obvious."

Mr. Li briefly summarized the situation in the company before Zhao Zifeng came back.

Zhao Zifeng nodded, "I met him before, let's continue."

Mr. Li put down his teacup, looked a little more solemn, and said in a low voice: "But after you came back, the people above seemed to be unable to sit still, and there was a phenomenon that the middle management of the company was being emptied by the high-level one after another. As soon as this symptom appeared, I tried to control it. It's just that I have limited ability alone, and I really can't stand up to these high-level powers, and it's crushing me."

Mr. Li frowned and looked at Zhao Zifeng. She had been fighting with him in the shopping mall. Over the years, the friendship of sharing weal and woe had already been established. In a sense, Zhao Zifeng was also his bole.

She didn't expect that such a situation would happen in Huaze Group. It can be seen that no matter how big the business is, the ambition of these rights cannot be avoided.

"Interesting, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zifeng's brows and eyes were indifferent, and he couldn't see any emotion, but his dark pupils became darker and brighter.

Mr. Li shrugged, "I don't have any ideas, it's up to you, Mr. Zhao."

Her tone was full of confidence, and she seemed to have high hopes for Zhao Zifeng. In her eyes, Mr. Zhao, who was younger than her, must not be underestimated.

No matter in terms of courage or strategy, she, Mr. Li, can't surpass her. This is a fact.

Zhao Zifeng bent his fingers and tapped the table lightly, very rhythmically.

Mr. Li didn't make a sound and waited quietly.

"What about the information you told me to read?"

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Zifeng spoke suddenly with a low voice.

Mr. Li handed the white document in his hand to Zhao Zifeng, squinted his eyes, pointed to a certain page on it, and reminded; "It involves a lot."

Zhao Zifeng's deep eyes were pinching the documents, carefully reading from top to bottom, not missing a single word.

Just when he guessed that he was seeing the same, Mr. Li rested one foot on the knee of the other, looked at Zhao Zifeng with a smile, and said jokingly, "Mr. Zhao, it was just in time."

The implication was that he was talking about Zhao Zifeng's appearance at the police station just now.

Zhao Zifeng combined the documents, raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Li lightly, looking at her with a half-smile.

Mr. Li raised his eyebrows and coughed lightly, "Back to the topic, what are you going to do? Go straight or go round?"

The two kept discussing the countermeasures, and the time passed by every minute.

The assistant has been guarding the door of the office, watching the people around with a high degree of concentration.

Mr. Zhao told him before that when he was talking with Mr. Li, he didn't want anyone to disturb them.

"Okay, let's do it!"

Mr. Li patted his thigh to express his approval.

She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then felt a little hesitant, "But this method is not foolproof, or we should try conservatively first, lest if we use too much force, it will backfire."

"Well, yes."

Zhao Zifeng nodded, raised his wrist with an expensive watch, and looked at the time, "Get off work, it's getting late."

Mr. Li just got up and looked at the window. The light outside had dimmed at some point, gradually turning to blue-gray.

I was so focused on the discussion just now that I forgot the time for a moment.

She sorted out those materials and combined them into one copy, opened the door of the office, and left as if nothing had happened.

In extraordinary times, we had to resort to extraordinary means.

Zhao Zifeng returned home, today was a rare occasion, he came back from get off work on time and on time.

The nanny hurriedly brought the food to the table.

Sun Mengjiao sat on the sofa with one leg resting on the tea table, found a comfortable position, and joked with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, you came back early enough today!"

Zhao Zifeng took off his suit jacket deftly, put it on the back of the sofa, walked up to where Sun Mengjiao was sitting, bent down, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Listen to your tone, it's because you think I came back late in the past. ?”

The slightly raised tone, obviously a question, seemed to turn into a statement in his mouth.

She was really complaining about his late return, or his lack of return.

"Who are you? A busy person who stomps his feet and makes the whole earth tremble. How can he expect you to come back early! Right?"

Naturally, Sun Mengjiao didn't want to be at a disadvantage, so she secretly competed with him verbally.

Zhao Zifeng pursed his thin lips and smiled, "You are jealous of my company, your jealousy is a bit strange."

"Who said I was jealous?"