At this point, Ning Shuqian was half lying on the hospital bed, changing the TV channel with the remote control, but the cell phone suddenly rang, and the ringtone set was the number of that person.

She quickly answered the phone: "Hey! What's the matter with you, you haven't contacted me for so long? I haven't been able to reach you through the phone? Do you still want to cooperate with me?"

Ning Shuqian was very angry. Although she has been working with him for so long, she is still living well. Even her father valued her more and more. She was worried in her eyes, and she was afraid that Wen Haowen would be completely with her. Without trust, Wen's Group is not Wen Xinya, and then it will be more difficult to deal with Wen Xinya again.

Thinking of it this way, she suddenly didn't have much confidence in this cooperation.

Regarding her anger question, the person on the other end of the phone didn't seem angry, and the voice of the machine carried a somber tone: "I called you today to tell you good news?"

Ning Shuqian hurriedly asked, "What good news? Did you think of a way to deal with the Wen Xinya?"

Hearing what he said, Ning Shuqian's feelings of sorrow were mentioned at once. The man had always been mysterious and possessed a lot of power. Perhaps there was a way to deal with warmth and elegance.

"I just got the news. Father Wen is fainted and unconscious because of a fierce dispute with Wen Haowen. Is this good news?" The voice over the phone became yin and yang, which sounded particularly harsh.

Suddenly Ning Shuqian's eyes widened, and her pale face stained with joy: "You didn't lie to me? Even my Wen family didn't know, how did you know?"

Although skeptical, the smile on the corner of Ning Shuqian's mouth widened little by little. He basically believed what he said, but because he was too surprised, he needed to be sure of the pressure.

"This thing is absolutely true. The Wen family has my eyeliner. No matter what happens, I can receive the news immediately." The weird voice is filled with pride, and there is a smell of overcast forest. .

Ning Shuqian's smile suddenly froze on her face, and even Wen's had his eyeliner, how could this be ...! Did she think that she had escaped the other party in the fifteen years, she actually lived under his eyelids and was monitored by him every move?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but a cold in her vest, and her fear of him became more and more deep. Even holding the hand of the mobile phone, she shook slightly.

But thinking that she has now moved out of Wen's old house, the whole person calmed down.

"What's wrong, you're not happy with the news?" The voice over the phone, with a weird smell asking unknowingly, had a bit of a chill in the slightly questioning voice.

"Happy, how can you be upset? That old man is finally sick, how can I be upset." Ning Shuqian thought about her house entering Wen's house for fifteen years. The old man had never given her half a color, and it was difficult. She didn't put her in her eyes and didn't even acknowledge her identity. Now that he was ill, her heart was full of joy.

Ning Shuqian seemed to think of something, and hurriedly asked, "How about Wen Zhihang's old thing?"

"I don't know yet, but as my people describe, the situation doesn't seem to be optimistic." The flat voice sounded mechanically cold and ruthless.

"It would be better if I could die like this. It wouldn't be so Wen Xinya for me to rub round and flatten. I wouldn't have to jealous her like this." As for her, she can't help the little bitch, letting that **** hurt her again and again.

"Wen Zhihang's body has always been very good. It is impossible for you to let him die like this, but it doesn't matter. As long as he is sick and has no energy to manage things, this is already a good opportunity for us."

"Aren't you someone in the Wen family? Can you kill him while he's ill?" Ning Shuqian just felt unwilling. The old thing was alive, and it was always her resistance. If you could take this opportunity ...

"No, Wen Zhihang's relationship is too big, and the shareholders of the board of directors of Wen's Group also have a lot of shares. None of those shareholders are fuel-efficient lamps. Wen Haowen has replaced Wen's group president for 15 years. However, he was very dissatisfied with the group's lack of achievements. Wen Haowen could not suppress the board of directors. Once Wen Zhihang's death, Wen's Group is likely to face collapse. "

Ning Shuqian and Wen Haowen lived for fifteen years. Naturally, she knew something about the board of directors of the Wen Group, so she believed what he said. After listening to her, she immediately expelled the thoughts from her heart. She just wanted If Wen's money was killed by Wen's group, Wen's group would collapse, how could she do so.

After Ning Yunqian figured it out, he whispered, "What should we do now?"

"Previously Wen Zhihang retreated and gave Wen's group to Wen Haowen, but the real power of the Wen's group was still in his hands. Wen Zhihang was too shrewd. We dare not act lightly, and now we are taking advantage of it. Wen Zhihang's old thing is sick, let's find a way to get some people into it, break into the Wen Group, and run our own forces from now on. "

As soon as Ning Shuqian listened, there was a joy on her face: "Well, there is no problem with this matter. Wen Haowen has always been at my mercy. As long as I have a little bit of care, he will definitely agree."

For Ning Shuqian's answer, the other party was very satisfied, and the weird voice became less terrible: "As for your stepdaughter, let's do it endlessly, simply ..."

Ning Shuqian held her breath abruptly, holding the phone tightly, pressing the phone tightly to her ear, and hearing the faint slash of the knife over her face, her face suddenly became excited. "Maybe Wen Zhihang's old thing just didn't go away because it couldn't bear the blow."

As the conversation turned, Ning Shuqian couldn't help worrying: "Wen Zhihang is sick and has no time to take care of the Wen Xinya, but what about Mo Gong? He is even more terrible than Wen Zhihang!"

"You forgot, and Shen Mengting, no one is better than her to do this for the dead, but I know she hurt you, so I tried my best to give you this breath."

Warm and pale face twisted and hated, and her voice was vicious: "Warm and Ya, the little **** is right with me everywhere, I must let her die without burial place, and let her regret coming to this world."

Strange excitement flashed in her eyes, and in her eyes Wen Xinya was already a dead person.

Thinking of the huge wealth of Wen's Group ever since belonged to her, her face flashed with greed.