When Leng Jianchen returned to the president's office, he saw a tall woman wearing rimless glasses, burgundy hair blown into a ponytail, wearing a white women's shirt on the upper body, black trousers on the bottom, and black three-inch high heels, holding a stack of documents, reporting to Ling Qingcheng.

"President, this time our company's new launch conference has basically been implemented, the place, time, I have arranged.

At the same time, according to your list, I invited reporters from 19 companies and 7 news media, and they all accepted the invitation and agreed to send representatives to come as scheduled within the time set by our company. Nalan Rongruo said.

"Nalan, you're doing a great job. However, I would like to ask you one more point, tomorrow the new press conference site must ensure that there are not too many people, all personnel must bring an invitation letter, if there is no invitation letter, they will be turned away. Ling Qingcheng said in an unquestionable tone.

"President, I've arranged all of this. Nalan Rongruo said.

"In that case, it's fine. You go get busy. Ling Qingcheng said lightly.

"Okay, President. After Nalan Rongruo finished speaking, he turned around and stepped on his high heels, and left with a thunderous wind.

From beginning to end, she didn't look at Leng Jianchen squarely. Because in her heart, a bodyguard and driver can't get into her eyes at all.

"Husband, everything is settled?" After Nalan Rongruo left, Ling Qingcheng looked at Leng Jianchen who came over and asked.

"Solved. Leng Jianchen said.

"That's good. I'm going to have a meeting this afternoon, do you want to attend?" Ling Qingcheng asked.

"I'm a bodyguard, and it's not a good fit to attend a company meeting. If others will say mine, they won't participate. Leng Jianchen said.

"Oh well. What are you going to do in the afternoon?" Ling Qingcheng asked.

Leng Jianchen thought for a while and said, "Stay in the company." I didn't have much to do in the afternoon. ”

"Husband, are you bored?" asked Ling Qingcheng.

"Not boring. Isn't there still you?" Leng Jianchen said with a smile.

Ling Qingcheng smiled, "It's good to have you. ”

……

Meanwhile.

Yancheng, Han's Annex.

Interior decorated in a quaint living room.

"Dad, I'll ask you someone. Han Wenqing sat on the sofa and looked at a middle-aged man sitting in front of him, wearing gold-wire glasses and a somewhat bald head.

"Who's inquiring?" Han Chaowei asked, squinting his eyes.

"Master Worry-free!" Han Wenqing said directly.

"What are you asking him for?" Han Chaowei turned his head and looked at his son strangely.

"Dad, have you ever been obedient to Ye Zijun's illness?" Han Wenqing asked.

"I've heard a little. I heard that kid lost the face of the Ye family. I went to a nightclub to find a young lady, but I was clicked. Han Chaowei said with a smile.

"Dad, don't we Han family want to make friends with the Ye family? Why don't we find Master Wufu. The one who healed him. Han Wenqing said.

"Eh, you're a kid! You've been getting better lately, yes, yes. How did I not think of using this method. Han Chaowei looked at Han Wenqing in surprise, with relief on his face. This son of his, his brain, can be regarded as enlightened.

"Hehe!" Han Wenqing was very proud, and he asked with some expectation: "Dad, do you know the whereabouts of Master Sanssouci?"

"Yes. I heard that he worked as a sweeper in Foguang Temple and guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Han Chaowei said.

"Dad, isn't he the abbot, how can he be a sweeper?" asked Han Wenqing, pretending to be strange. But in my heart, I was thinking that since Master Sanssouci had a whereabouts, how should I invite him down the mountain?

"He violated the precepts of the monastery and was willing to quit the abbot and sweep the floor. Han Chaowei said, "Speaking of the precepts he committed, many people say that he accepted female pilgrims in the monastery, and the female pilgrims came out of his meditation room early in the morning.

Master Sanssouci was speechless, and in the end he was willing to be a sweeper. ”

"Dad, this master of worry-free is also quite funny, he has become a monk, and he is still that. Han Wenqing said in surprise.

"You know. What kind of person is Master Sanssouci? Don't guess if you don't know. Han Chaowei scolded a little speechlessly.

"Dad! I'm just kidding. Hey!" Han Wenqing said with a smile.

"It's not that easy to ask him to come down the mountain. Unless you bring Ye Zijun to visit in person. Han Chaowei retracted his smile.

"Dad, please advise. Han Wencheongdao.

"Master Sanssouci has been closed for the last few years. Rarely see a doctor. If you take Ye Zijun with you, bring a letter from me.

Twenty years ago, Master Sanssouci and I had a one-sided relationship. Before he became a monk, he gave his daughter to me to raise. She is your sister, Han Ziyue. Han Chaowei said.

Han Wenqing said incredulously: "Dad, the little sister is actually the daughter of Master Worry-free. This, that's weird, isn't it?"

"What's so weird. Master Sanssouci is dedicated to seeking Buddha and is willing to become a monk. The family must be entrusted to others to take care of them. I was the only one who was going to do it.

He also promised to come to him if one day I went to the door. He will return the favor. I think about it, and there is nothing worth paying him back. This time, if he can cure Ye Zijun, then we will be considered two clear.

As for Ziyue, it will always be my daughter Han Chaowei. No one wants to rob me, even if his carefree wife comes. When Han Chaowei said the end, a cold aura of majesty suddenly erupted from his body.

"Dad, Xiaomei's biological mother is still alive?" Han Wenqing asked in surprise.

"The female pilgrim who came out of the meditation room was Master Sanssouci's wife, but it was because of her that Master Sanssouci chose the empty door as his companion. Han Chaowei said.

"Dad, this daughter is too ghostly, Master Sanssouci is a monk, and she still goes to him. Han Wenqing said indignantly.

"You kid, don't guess, she's here to go back to Ziyue. Han Chaowei snorted.

"Dad, the little sister can't give it to her anyway, we have to hide it from her. Han Wenqing said.

"Well, count you as a kid. Dad didn't say anything in vain. Go ahead. The pen and paper came. Han Chaowei said.

Half an hour later.

"Hey, are you young?" Han Wenqing asked, turning into his phone.

"Who are you?" Ye Zijun's puzzled voice came into Han Wenqing's ears.

"Jun Shao. I'm Han Wenqing. Han Wenqing said with a smile.

"Oh, Brother Wen Qing, are you looking for me?" Ye Zijun asked strangely.

"Jun Shao, my father has already connected you with a world-famous doctor, do you have time to visit him with me?" Han Wenqing asked with a smile.

"Really?" Ye Zijun suddenly became excited. Listening to his voice is as exciting as suddenly winning a jackpot of 10 million.

"Of course it's true. But I have one condition, if the miracle doctor helps you cure your illness. You must give me a jar of wine. This sake leaf old-timer has. Do you agree?" asked Han Wenqing with a smile.

"Yes. Wait until I'm cured. I promise to send you a jar of wine. Even if I steal it, I'll steal it back for you. Ye Zijun assured.

He is now a street rat in the business circles of Mexico. Everyone shouted and beaten, and now once the majesty rises again, who dares to provoke him?

"Then we're done. After Han Wenqing finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.