Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Wen Wan took the car and appeared downstairs in the company in a low-key manner. She looked up at the towering building with a dull pain in her heart.

What an honor it was for her to appear here as the Patriarch of the Wen family back then, but now, she has become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats, carrying a whole body of filth.

Walking through the office area, the employees who bowed their heads to her and said hello have disappeared. The whole building is empty and empty, as if it has become a ruin. The computers, tables, and chairs here have been moved and carried by people. The appearance of disbanding the gang is really the coldness of the world.

When they came to the office, Lingtong and Muzi followed all the way, their eyes drooping, each with their own concerns, they didn't know how to comfort them and dared not speak, for fear of poking Wen Wan's already tense nerve that was already weak.

"How many employees are there?" Wen Wan asked suddenly.

"Less than one tenth." Muzi replied.

"Take out a sentence and money, those who are willing to stay stay, and those who are not willing to settle down well, let's not treat these ordinary people badly, they also need to live." Wen Wan said lightly, her voice was like clear water in a cup, calm and calm Wave.

"Understood." Muzi choked up.

How many people used to be proud of working in Wen's, the treatment and company system here are the most humane, but now...

"A company can say that you don't have it, but it can't be without people. If someone is willing to stay, thank him for me." Wen Wan sat on the former office chair and said with a smile.

"Miss... don't be sad." Seeing her like this, Muzi couldn't help comforting her.

"How could it not be sad!" Ling Tong had always been boyish, but now she couldn't hold back her tears.

"Okay, the press conference will be held later, I want to think about what to say, you go out." Wen Wan leaned on the table with her forehead, her face showing a trace of fatigue.

"Miss, let me tell you something. Don't show up. Those reporters and shareholders are clearly sent by the Yao family. They won't let us off easily. If you go, they will be even more rampant!" Muzi discouraged.

"Boss, what Muzi said is right, don't go out." Ling Tong also hurriedly agreed.

"If I don't go, they will bully the Wen family even more. By the way, where is my father?" Wen Wan suddenly remembered that she still has a father.

"Him? Huh, he ran away with Chen Yulin!" Ling Tong mentioned it, feeling aggrieved, "Is he worthy of being a human? He's even worse than a beast."

"Forget it, now that this kind of thing happened, it's also my fault. I got the Wen family involved. If I didn't trust Wen Hong rashly, this situation wouldn't be like this." Wen Wan blamed herself endlessly.

"Miss, don't you think it's strange? For so long, according to my observation, Wen Hong doesn't look like a money-grubbing person. His ambition is definitely to succeed you as the head of the family. Now that his career is booming, you treat him as well." With more and more trust, how could he take Xiaoshe as big as Xiaoshe?" Muzi questioned.

"Because I can't wait." Ling Tong disagreed.

"No!" Wen Wan firmly denied, "He can't wait, he's still young, and he has plenty of time to wait, not to mention that I've trained him so well, and with his intelligence, he can't fail to think of my thoughts. Now this happened suddenly, full of emotions. Strange and doubtful, sometimes I even suspect that Wen Hong didn't take the money to escape, but hid somewhere."

"Boss, you think too much." Ling Tong disagreed, "If this is the case, why did Wen Hong do this?"

"This is also what I can't figure out." Wen Wan frowned, lost in deep thought...