Speaking of the press conference, it is natural to think of Feng Beichen, Zhong Zhen's mouth twitched, but he did not answer.

"Go! Go with me to have a good meal!" Wen He couldn't help holding Zhong Zhen and walked to the door.

"Hey, I still have a bunch of reports to process!" Zhong Zhen stopped her.

"It's almost half past 11, and it's during lunch time that people can work hard when they are full! You haven't eaten breakfast too!" Wen He pulled her hard.

Zhong Zhen looked at his watch, and it was 11:45!

"I asked Assistant Zhiming to order lunch with Brother Zhiming yesterday, and we won't eat with you." Fang Xinping shouted at the back of them.

"Received!" Wen He waved back honestly and unceremoniously.

After Zhong Zhen and Wen He left, Qin Zhiming asked Fang Xinping, "When did you ask my assistant to order lunch? Why didn't you ask me beforehand?"

Fang Xinping smiled and said, "Your assistant said that you always forget to eat lunch, which is bad for your stomach, so I asked her to order two copies on my own terms."

Qin Zhiming wiped her kindness inconveniently, nodded, and left the president's office with her and walked back to his vice president's office...

Wen He took Zhong Zhen and turned around in the cracks of a nearby building, and walked into a private restaurant.

When the boss saw her, he immediately led him into the small private room inside, "Miss Wen, do you want two people?"

"Yes! Let's have a squeeze of fresh juice first!" Wen He Shumen Shulu ordered.

"Okay! It's mango juice!" The boss finished speaking, before Wen He nodded, he went out and closed the door.

"Are you used to eating here?" Zhong Zhen asked her while looking at the room furnishings. Although it is small, it is still elegant.

"It was opened by a family member of mine and took me twice. The dishes were delicious, but because it was newly opened, there were not many customers." Wen He confessed.

"You, the boss, also help your subordinates to get business, and you will be able to save character." Zhong Zhen scanned her up and down.

"What!" Wen He rolled his eyes, ""I have always had a good character and a good reputation! Even Feng Beichen spit out bitterness at me just now! "She deliberately mentioned Feng Beichen in front of Zhong Zhen, and didn't want to see them divorced!"

As soon as he heard Feng Beichen's name, Zhong Zhen stopped talking and pulled the tablecloth with his nails.

"Oh, you are going to rotten the tablecloths!" Wen He gently patted her hand away, and said straightforwardly, "Feng Beichen said, he doesn't want a divorce!"

"It's his business whether he wants to get a divorce, and it's mine whether I want to get a divorce!" Zhong Zhen replied stubbornly. Wen He held out her chin and raised her to let her face herself, "Don't lie to yourself and don't lie to me. You still love him, so please be honest and open with him and discuss how to solve the problem. Stubborn, if you two are really divorced, those three children will be miserable! They want

Is it better to be with Dad, or to be with Mom? "Zhong Zhen fixedly stared at her, tears rising from the bottom of his eyes, "Ahe, I have not dared to visit my mother lately, nor dared to worship my dad. I am with Feng Beichen and I always feel Sorry for the two of them, yes, I love Feng Beichen, but when I think that my parents are so miserable, there is no

How to meet him, do you know? "

After seeing her speaking, big tears fell, Wen Heke was so distressed, he quickly rebuked himself, "I blame me, I shouldn't say this, all right, let's not mention Feng Beichen!" I used a tissue to wipe Zhong Zhen's tears.

At this time, the boss opened the door and brought them a tray full of tableware and tea, and a bunch of freshly squeezed juice.

Zhong Zhen turned away, avoiding the boss's gaze.

Wen He put his chin on the boss, and the boss quickly retreated.

"Come on, drink some freshly squeezed mango juice." Wen He poured a glass of juice for Zhong Zhen.

Buzzing! Her phone kept vibrating again, she put down the bottle to pick up the call, "Say!"

Zhong Zhen sips the juice, but seeing Wen He's face become serious, she hurriedly put down the cup to look at her girlfriend.

"...Stare at him! Don't let him run! Yes! Yes! I will send someone to support you right away!" Wen He sent a series of instructions tightly, and then poke the hang up button.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Zhen asked quickly.

"The middle-aged man under Feng Zhangdong took the car to the airport. It may be about to run off. I will let the people watch him and don't let him run!" Wen He dialed the number and confessed to Zhong Zhen.

With sharp eyes, Zhong Zhen saw that she was calling Feng Beichen, and he swallowed back what he had originally wanted to say to the person sent by Qin Zhiming.

Feng Beichen quickly picked it up, "Ahe! What's the matter?"

"Feng Zhangdong, the middle-aged man who took the car to the direction of the airport, is very likely to run off, can you send more people to stop him? But you should be smart, try not to disturb Feng Zhangdong. !" Wen He said very quickly.

"Okay! No problem! I'll send someone over, you send me the photo of that person!" Feng Beichen finished saying that and hung up immediately.

"How is it?" Zhong Zhen asked.

"He promised to send someone to stop it!" Wen He finished answering, and then frequently called out to march.

Zhong Zhen grabbed his heart to watch her talking on the phone with her subordinates. She never thought that her own mobile phone rang. It seems that the call is from the school's fixed line where the children are studying, and she picks it up quickly, "Hello?"

"Mom!" Feng Weiyue's cried cry came from over there.

Zhong Zhen's face changed drastically, "Yueyue! What are you looking for mother?"

"I, I'm sick, my stomach hurts, and I want you to pick me up!" Feng Weiyue's crying voice became heavier, and she coquettishly asked Zhong Zhen to go to school to pick her home.

A heart hurts terribly early, Zhong Zhen replied repeatedly, "Okay, okay, mom will pick you up, be good, and give the call to the teacher."

There was a loud sound, and the teacher's voice changed to say, "Are you Feng Weiyue's mother?"

"Yes, teacher, how is Yueyue's situation now?" Zhong Zhen asked anxiously.

"She said that her stomach hurts since the third class, and then vomited, but it was not serious. I applied medicated oil to her. When she first ate, she refused to take it, saying that her stomach still hurts, so I must call Come pick her up for you." The teacher explained the situation in detail.

Zhong Zhen actually understood it a little bit. Feng Weiyue wanted to see her through a stomachache, and said, "Then I will go over now, thank you teacher."

"It's okay, we wait for you." The teacher said goodbye to her politely.

Wen He finished the call first. She couldn't wait to ask, "Yueyue is sick?"

"She has a stomachache. Ask the teacher to call me and ask me to come and pick her up." Zhong Zhen said, carrying her bag and leaving, "I won't eat anymore, you can stay and eat." Wen He had stood up originally. Yes, but a thought flashed in her mind, and she sat down again to answer, "Well, I'm really hungry, you go."