After being dumped by his son and his father

The faces of the two women were pale, as if someone had tapped their acupuncture points, they stood still and did not dare to move an inch, even their throats seemed to be stuck by a hand, and they could not make a sound when they moved their mouths.

"Mr. Zhang!" A slender and tall figure suddenly squeezed into the crowd. Sun Jingyi's eyes slid across the faces of the two female subordinates who caused trouble. When passing by Wei Qing, she couldn't help but pause for two seconds. There was a flash in her eyes, and she quickly covered them up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, but I didn't manage the people below well." Sun Jingyi nodded slightly, showing shame, and uttered these words sincerely. She tied her maroon curly hair neatly behind her head, revealing her fair and slender neck and round earlobes.

Mr. Zhang held back his anger, and it was not easy to get angry in front of Wei Qing, so he had to teach Sun Jingyi a few words with a livid face, then turned his head to face Wei Qing, and instantly changed into a smiling face, and hurriedly gestured Invite Wei Qing into the conference hall.

"Wei Dong!" Sun Jingyi gritted her teeth, her cheeks were flushed and said pitifully, "I'm sorry, Wei Dong."

Wei Qing glanced at Sun Jingyi coldly, his eyes were so indifferent as if he was looking at a lifeless object, and even his voice was so calm that there was no ups and downs: "The person you should apologize to is not me."

Hearing this, Sun Jingyi was stunned for two seconds. When she shifted her gaze to Wen Ziheng, who was like an invisible person who had never made a sound, the shame in her eyes dissipated a lot unconsciously, but her tone was very sincere: "I'm sorry to hear that. Manager, I apologize to you on their behalf, and please forgive them once if you offend them."

However, this statement can be said to be quite insincere.

Wen Ziheng has always had the temperament of turning big things into small things and turning them into nothing. Seeing the hypocritical smile on Sun Jingyi's face at this moment, he felt disgusted and waved his hands. He didn't even bother to say polite words, and followed Wei Qing and Mr. Zhang the conference hall.

He didn't know what Sun Jingyi's reaction would be behind her, but when she finally came to the conference hall, her face was very ugly, even though she tried her best to force out a peaceful smile, the hostility emanating from her body could not be concealed, And the two female subordinates disappeared.

This is the first large-scale meeting since Haohan was acquired by Shuguang. Everyone on the field sat upright with dignified expressions. Qing finally officially met with everyone.

Wei Qing never procrastinates in his work. He likes to finish all his work efficiently in the shortest time. After a few brief self-introductions, let’s get down to business——

"The buffer period of one week is enough for you to think about many things. Presumably everyone here has decided to step out of the vastness of the past and welcome the dawn of the future with me. I wonder if you have known the history and background of Shuguang in private. For the Fortune [-] companies in the world, both the salary and welfare prospects are far superior to those of their peers. Of course, Sugon, like all companies, does not support idlers."

There was a pause in the words, and the breathing of everyone below was suffocated.

Wei Qing sat in the middle of the podium, his posture was a little casual, and his fingers on the table were tapping the table one after another following the rhythm of his speech. Even his expression was obviously relaxed, but he formed a The aura of not being angry and arrogant, so overwhelming that the people in the conference hall did not dare to take a breath.

His gaze swept over Wen Ziheng intentionally or unintentionally, and happened to meet Wen Ziheng looking up at him.

Four eyes facing each other.

Wei Qing raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth curled into an indistinguishable arc. Wen Ziheng's face was pale, and he turned his head to Chen Huan's side with a blank expression.

Chen Huan shrugged his shoulders and sighed with a sad face: "Brother Heng, I think the 'idle people' mentioned by Wei Dong refers to us, it seems that we are really out of luck..."

"..." Wen Ziheng didn't speak, and he had nothing to say. When he knew that Chairman Wei was Wei Qing, he knew that the Jieda department was about to end.

Wei Qing is a narrow-minded and vindictive man. In the past, all the men and women who showed courteousness to Wen Ziheng were all scolded by Wei Qing, even if Wen Ziheng only said a word to them, which overturned the jealous Wei. Qing had to double ask for it back from the bed, every time Wen Ziheng had to be tortured until Wen Ziheng cried and begged for mercy before giving up, and even couldn't get out of bed the next day.

It is impossible for such Wei Qing to leave him a way out after the unhappy breakup.

Wen Ziheng couldn't listen to what Wei Qing said later, his brain was blank, as if someone maliciously painted a thick layer of paint, he couldn't think of anything, and he couldn't hear anything.

All he knew was that the atmosphere in the meeting hall was oppressive, and everyone present looked as if they were facing an enemy, and at the same time, there was a little bit of rejoicing and gloating - there were people from the Jieda Department standing in front, at least they didn't Will be the first to be laid off.

"I will ask the secretary to inform the department managers of the time and place to talk to me. Before that, please make preparations and relevant materials. I will directly decide the retention of your department." Wei Qing spoke sonorously, and the last When the words fell, the fingertips that were raised in mid-air also silently landed on the table.

"Okay, let's end the meeting." Mr. Zhang said.

All silently left the conference hall in an orderly manner. Before going out, Wen Ziheng couldn't help but look back at the podium, only to see Mr. Zhang and Wei Qing still sitting in their original positions.

Mr. Zhang was eagerly talking to Wei Qing. Wei Qing's jaw sank slightly, and he looked at the table with indifferent eyes. It seemed that he didn't listen to Mr. Zhang's words, and occasionally nodded.

With Wei Qing, a big BOSS with full aura present, everyone wanted to find a hole to get out of the conference hall, let alone take the initiative to go up without fear of death, except for - Sun Jingyi.

Sun Jingyi held a document in her hand, stepped on high heels and walked over gracefully, twisted her slender waist, and stood in front of Wei Qing, also blocking Wen Ziheng's sight.

"Brother Heng, what are you looking at?" Chen Huan, who was walking beside, patted Wen Ziheng on the shoulder, followed his gaze, clicked his tongue, and said in a low voice, "Sun Jingyi is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." A duplicity woman, she was the one who called Wei Dong the King of Hell at the beginning, and now she is the one who sticks to it like a piece of brown candy, standing up and standing up."

Wen Ziheng pursed his lips and didn't answer Chen Huan's words. He didn't say to Chen Huan until he got off the elevator and returned to the office, "We'll work harder these two days. The second generation of sweeping robots is coming to an end, so we're stuck at the end. In terms of funds, if Suguang intends to develop in this area, it will not leave such a big ready-made meat and potatoes on the table."

"I hope so." Chen Huan shrugged his shoulders and smiled wryly, "Then shall we still work overtime today? Everyone is waiting for your order outside."

Wen Ziheng thought of the hopeless and hopeful eyes he received when he passed by the office area just now, he felt a headache, rubbed his brows, reached out and turned off the computer: "Get off work, come early tomorrow, I'll Go to the kindergarten to pick up Xiaoxi and go home."

Wen Xi is four and a half years old, and he is in the middle class of the kindergarten. The environment and teachers in that kindergarten are not bad. It is only a ten-minute walk from the community where Wen Ziheng and his son live, but Wen Ziheng needs to drive back from the company. Almost an hour's drive.

The off-duty time is six o'clock, and it was already seven ten in the evening when we drove to the kindergarten.

The sky in early spring is still dark early, the last ray of bright yellow light gradually gathers below the horizon, the sky is dyed in a dark dark blue, and a few distant and faint stars are twinkling in the sky, just like Wen Ziheng The mood at that time was ups and downs in the boundless night sky, unable to find a landing point.

In the past six months, Wen Ziheng often worked overtime. Of course, even if he got off work according to the normal time, he couldn't pick up Wen Xi who got out of class at four o'clock on time.

Before Wen Ziheng found a trusteeship center to help take care of Wen Xi, but unfortunately Wen Xi was withdrawn and autistic, and kept silent when he was bullied by other children. Later, Wen Ziheng simply stuffed a sum of money into the kindergarten and asked them to send a child every day. The teacher stayed to take care of Wen Xi until he went to pick him up from the kindergarten.

Qi Chengche would also help pick up the children early after get off work, but Wen Ziheng was too embarrassed to bother him, so he didn't let Qi Chengche continue to do this.

From a distance, I saw two figures, one big and one small, standing at the entrance of the kindergarten. The teacher held Wen Xi's little hand, and the two of them stared intently at the slowly approaching black Buick.

"Xiaoxi, dad is here." The teacher knelt down and hugged Wenxi's small body, pointing to Wen Ziheng who got out of the car and said softly.

Wen Xi was timid, even if he recognized Wen Ziheng's car from a long distance, he didn't dare to go forward rashly. He hugged the teacher's neck and buried his little head on the teacher's shoulder until Wen Ziheng approached and rubbed it. After rubbing his head, he raised his head timidly, and stared at Wen Ziheng with those big black eyes.

"Young man, we're going home." Wen Ziheng's face that had been silent for a whole day finally burst into a smile. He bent down and picked up Wen Xi who offered to extend his hand to him. After saying goodbye to the teacher, he carried Wen Xi to the back seat of the car. Sit down, then return to the driver's seat and start the engine to drive home.

Don't look at Wen Ziheng who doesn't like to make a lot of noise on weekdays, but when facing Wen Xi, he can't stop talking.

"What did you have for lunch today?"

"What did the teacher teach? Can you tell Dad?"

"Xiaoxi, what do you want for dinner? Dad cooks for you."

"Or whatever toys you want, Dad will buy them for you."

Finally, when this topic was asked, Wen Xi, who had been in a state of mind wandering, was brought back to his thoughts. He stared blankly at Wen Ziheng's smiling face in the rearview mirror with his fair face up, and said softly, "Dad, I want mom."