Zhang Zhikang, who did not get a satisfactory answer, moved around again, and of course the results were the same. It seems that someone really did it.

On another day, Zhang Zhikang took his wife to visit the prison normally. It's just that this time Zhang Shen is much worse than before, looking skinny and very bad.

"Dad, Mom, you can count on me to come and see me, my son is going to die inside. Zhang Shen cried in front of him, as if a three-year-old child had been wronged endlessly.

"Haven't I already said hello? Even if I can't get you, I won't suffer so much, right?" asked Zhang Zhikang. Mrs. Zhang on the side was teary-eyed and distressed for her precious son.

These days, she has not been pestering Zhang Zhikang a lot, and it is common to wash her face with tears.

"I don't know, anyway, no one has been good to me lately, and it's the same as those normal prisoners in it. How many times have you even been beaten?" Zhang Shen lifted his clothes up, revealing some scars.

At this time, Zhang Shen, a big man cried like a little girl, he didn't care about his image as the eldest son, and the usual face of the eldest young master was gone.

When Mrs. Zhang saw Zhang Shen like this, she was even more heartbroken. The appearance of this family at this time, if you don't know the reason, you really think it's the world's first injustice.

Those who know the inside story will probably can't help but spit and deserve it! In fact, those women who were harmed by him, as well as Zhang Lili's life, are really not as good as a Zhang Shen suffering so much?

"Dad, when are you going to get me out, I've had enough, if I continue like this, I'm really afraid that I'm going to die in it. Zhang Shen only cared about complaining at first, and almost forgot about the big thing.

In the days inside, his only hope is that he will get him out quickly. Don't say anything about the tender model girl now, it's hard to eat a good meal.

Zhang Zhikang didn't want to break his son's thoughts, but just said that he was thinking, soon, soon.

Chen Dahe, who is proud of the spring breeze, has a prosperous business, and the team is becoming more and more mature and full of enthusiasm.

Recently, he also inquired about Zhang Shen's news through some connections, and the exact answer he got was indeed as Feng Hui said, which had to make Chen Dahe look at Feng Hui.

Although it was true that his subordinates were merciful in bullfighting at that time, if you want to talk about open-mindedness, this Feng Hui is really not bad, otherwise it is too easy for a child with such a background to make trouble for Chen Dahe.

Chen Dahe, who has learned from the past, naturally has an extra eye for Zhang Zhikang, he doesn't think that Zhang Zhikang will forget it like this.

Zheng Wanjun, the director of the customer service department, that is, Xiao Zheng, who hinted at Chen Dahe in the hotel that time, has become more and more diligent recently. If it was a sneaky delivery of pastries to Chen Dahe at the beginning, now it is blatant.

That's it, Xiuxiu also saw it, although Xiuxiu was very uncomfortable in her heart, but what identity could she use to stop it? Besides, what's wrong with a young woman pursuing her own happiness?

Chen Dahe couldn't laugh or cry about this, originally thought that that night, Zheng Wanjun would stop there. Although Chen Dahe is not a decent gentleman, rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest.

This Zheng Wanjun is not like Xiuxiu, you can just sneak to get an emotion or a desire.

Chen Dahe thought about talking to her, but he was afraid of breaking her heart, so he even quit his job. Besides, people didn't fully pick it out, just "diligently" delivered pastries.

There is no rule in the company that employees can't send the boss pastries, in case the other party comes, Mr. Chen thinks too much, wouldn't it be embarrassing.

Chen Dahe also wanted to tell her not to send pastries anymore, but Zheng Wanjun changed her tricks to make pastries every day, not to mention, she really kept the stomach of the single Chen Dahe.

Chen Dahe, who is in a dilemma, does not know how to deal with this kind of problem at the moment.

It is difficult for a man to pursue a beautiful woman, but it is even more difficult to reject a beautiful woman's overtures. Even if there is no substantive story happening, it's just that this feeling of being scared by a beautiful woman is very good.

Women love vanity, but when a man really doesn't love him?

As for the young men in the office who coveted Zheng Wanjun, when they saw Zheng Wanjun's recent changes, they were also secretly sad in their hearts. Compared with Chen Dahe, except for the good-sounding academic qualifications, everything else is not the same in terms of appearance or social status.

just watched the goddess in his heart show favor to other men, but that man didn't seem to respond too strongly, and he could only secretly say in his heart that people are more popular than people.

In other words, he is Chen Dahe, and he must not spoil Zheng Wanjun to the sky.

Another day, Zheng Wanjun invited Chen Dahe to dinner, saying that it was his birthday. Chen Dahe didn't think much about it, so he agreed. Because he felt that there must be a large table of people lively anyway.

Zheng Wanjun is also her own right-hand man, and besides, if you eat other people's pastries every day, you can't make a scene.

When Chen Dahe chose a gift, he didn't think too much about it, but he felt that there was a faint fragrance on Zheng Wanjun's body recently, and this little girl should have liked perfume recently, so he bought a bottle of more than 2,000 perfume as a gift and prepared to give it to her.

In the evening, Chen Dahe arrived as promised according to the address sent to him by Zheng Wanjun.

At this time, Jiangnan has entered late autumn, and Chen Dahe is wearing a casual navy blue suit, which really looks like he is not inferior to those popular male stars.

Chen Dahe parked the car and walked into the restaurant. The restaurant looks atmospheric, but is it really a great place for a group of people to party for their birthday?

Chen Dahe, who was holding the gift, found the private room that Zheng Wanjun said under the attention of the little sister at the front desk. The little girl at the front desk is a little nymphomaniac herself, and she can't walk when she sees a handsome man.

Seeing Chen Dahe dressed like this, holding a gift in his hand, and knowing that he was a man with a master, he sighed silently in his heart. When they were young, women always longed for Prince Charming, which was actually normal.

Chen Dahe pushed away the private rooms, and he was in a trance for a moment. The private room is not big, a bit like a small box for a young couple. The atmosphere of the box, the lights are red, not very bright.

Zheng Wanjun was the only one sitting at the table. What kind of birthday is this, is this a dating atmosphere?

Looking at Chen Dahe's somewhat surprised expression, Zheng Wanjun didn't feel strange.

"I'm celebrating my 23rd birthday today, and I'm just going to have you entertained, okay? I didn't tell you I had a bunch of people. "Zheng Wanjun actually wore only a bandeau red dress in such a late autumn season!

Originally, Zheng Wanjun, who was usually dressed lightly, was dressed lightly, but at this time, the red dress was fluttering, and although the mountain peaks were not very tall, they looked very layered under the proportion of the overall thin figure.

The red dress is a high slit design, which looms from the knee to the thigh. At this time, Zheng Wanjun's makeup was carefully dressed, and even the smell of perfume was so charming.

Chen Dahe was a little embarrassed for a while, this embarrassment did not come from the nature of a man, but the boss was a little uncomfortable with the sudden behavior of female employees.

"What? Am I not looking good like this?" Zheng Wanjun smiled, her face flushed slightly, maybe this was the first time she had dressed so unrestrainedly. She wanted to make this birthday unforgettable, so for this, she carefully prepared and mustered up courage.