CHAPTER IX

Wen Zhen remembered that about two years ago, Mr. Wen had mentioned his intention to choose a marriage for her.

It's just that at that time, her grandfather said that she was too young, and then she didn't do it.

But now that I mention it, how did I make a marriage contract......

Staggered his gaze, Wen Zhen's thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and he pushed the phone back, and a photo of the wedding book was lit up on the screen.

Yan Chaoyu's eyebrows moved slightly: "I thought you knew." ”

Seeing that she was silent, he lowered his eyes as if he was thinking, and said after a while: "The original of this marriage certificate has been kept in the old mansion in Beijing, if Miss Wen has doubts about my identity, I will arrange for someone to do a handwriting appraisal." ”

Wen Zhen raised his eyes at him, "...... Not necessarily. ”

Since she was six years old, she has followed her grandfather Wen Xiangsong and learned the words for many years.

The three words in the signature of the marriage book in the mobile phone photo are almost the same as the signature of the pair of words hanging in the office at the moment.

With such a glance, why do you need to look at it again.

And now it's the 20th century, the new era, who would do handwriting identification for a marriage letter......

Thinking of this, Wen Zhen was puzzled, and when she calmed down, she felt that the person in front of her was looking for her to make fun.

But every time he raised his eyes, when he faced the overly calm and calm emotions in the man's eyes, Wen Zhen couldn't detect the slightest hint of teasing.

But she also remembered that night not long ago, she had seen these eyes keep a calm when they were doing crazy things.

He seems to be forever determined.

You will always be able to do anything.

Tea was boiling in the purple clay pot on the table, and the time was almost ready.

Wen Zhen narrowed his eyes, leaned over slightly and poured a pot of tea and handed it to him, his voice was calm: "In business, why do you have to make such a joke with me." ”

He sat upright, his clear face always maintained a little gentleness, Wen Zhen brushed down the hem of his skirt and sat up straight, his eyes moved slightly, and he saw the man resting on his lap with his slender hands folded, and his finger bones tapping lightly, she had paid attention to this subtle movement a few times, it should be his inertial movements, as for what emotions it represented, she had no way to judge.

"That's right, why should I joke about marriage with Miss Wen."

A clear and shallow sentence, people can't understand the deep meaning at all, Wen Zhen's black eyelashes are raised, and he hits those unwavering eyes.

Their eyes intertwined, and the two faced each other in silence.

Until there was a knock on the door outside the office, Wen Zhen said a word to enter, and a young man in a professional suit outside the door bowed slightly inward and called the boss.

Wen Zhen met with him a few times, and knew that it was Yan Chaoyu's assistant, surnamed Chen.

Someone appeared, invisibly relieved, Wen Zhen was naturally happy, "It seems that Mr. Yan is still very busy, and I can only find time to thank you for today's matter." ”

As a result of her upbringing, she was sure that a man like him would not bother with her.

Yan Chaoyu: "After seven o'clock in the evening, I have time, Miss Wen." ”

After seven o'clock in the evening?

Wen Zhen's movements froze when he got up, his bright pupils suddenly enlarged a little, even if it was only a slight change in his expression, he still fell into the man's eyes, the man's voice was low and smiling, and his narrow eyes curved.

"I mean, invite me to dinner tonight."

The thought that broke into her mind just now disappeared in an instant, Wen Zhen's ears were hot, and after a few seconds, she noticed that some eyes were still looking at her, and she vaguely felt a fleeting sense of badness in the man's eyes, but when she looked at him squarely, she saw his gentle and elegant skin.

Wen Zhen immediately said "yes".

Today's business is finished today, this is what her grandfather once taught her.

-

Yan Chaoyu's coming and going set off an uproar, almost at the moment when he stepped out of the Bolin Building, like a storm, swept through the major departments of Bolin, the senior management witnessed its style today, kept silent, did not dare to comment, and the middle and bottom only dared to secretly guess whether there would be a big move in the group in the near future.

The all-black Maybach exits in front of the Boleyn Building and turns into the elevated highway.

Assistant Chen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, kept flipping through the work schedule of the iPad in his hand, and fixed his eyes on the last grid of the itinerary according to his memory.

Thinking of the conversation he heard in the office, Assistant Chen hesitated for a few seconds and felt a little embarrassed: "...... Mr. Yan, you actually have a business meeting at half past seven tonight, and it is Mr. Jin and Miss Wen from Lan Yu's side......"

"Push it first."

After receiving the reply, Assistant Chen's face stretched, "Okay boss." ”

As the vehicle moved, a few rays of sunlight projected into the window, falling on the man's straight nose, light and dark, his lips curved straight, and the mask of hypocrisy in the mall faded, and he was the same cold appearance.

"Last time about the project in the bay, this side has peacefully terminated the contract with the Hu Group, as for Bolin Wen Dong's side, according to your instructions, it has not been revealed for the time being, and after they cooperate with Lan Yu this time, they will release the news."

"Well, I'll make a new arrangement to the east," Yan Chaoyu pondered for a few seconds, and then added: "Remember to prepare a new suit at night, the color doesn't have to be too heavy." ”

The few times I met her, looking at her dress, it seems that the age gap between the two is indeed not small.

Assistant Chen buttoned his iPad's fingers, raised his head slightly and looked at the boss through the mirror in the car, only then did he react and let it be Mr. Lan Yujin who pushed it off, not this Wen's daughter.

Hundreds of millions of projects, and Miss Wen, which is more important, the answer is clear.

But it's not unusual, after all, it's only been more than ten days since they came to Lan City, and their big boss has already spent a lot of money for this Wen family beauty several times.

Even the most optimistic bay project of the headquarters in this quarter is said to be replaced.

Thinking of this, Assistant Chen quickly adjusted his state with his professionalism and returned to work: "Okay boss, regarding the equity acquisition of Siyuan Technology, their receptionist today is their new vice president, and the evaluation price range given by our technical team is in ......"

-

In the Bolin Building, after watching the tall and clear figure leave, Wen Zhen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

But in a blink of an eye, there was a knock on the door, and as soon as she sat down, the glass door of the office was pushed open from the outside, and what came into view was Wen Yue's beautiful face, she smiled softly at Wen Zhen, holding a stack of documents in her hand, and walked in.

"I'm sorry to disturb my sister, Dad is afraid that you don't know about our group's information and related projects, so before you can officially take over, I'll send some information."

Waiting for Wen Yue to put the documents away, half an hour passed, but he still didn't care.

Wen Zhen raised her eyes to look at her, she smiled and looked hesitant, looking at each other in pairs, and finally Wen Zhen spoke first: "Are you okay?" ”

"Sister, I think I should apologize to you in person, I'm really sorry for the incident that night on the cruise."

Wen Yue's eyes were filled with tears, half-hanging, and the tears seemed to be hanging in his eyes, which was even more moving.

There were still calligraphy and paintings left by her grandfather in the office, Wen Zhen closed her eyes, and said softly: "The events of that night have passed with me, Xiaoyue, you don't have to apologize to me anymore," she raised her hand and picked up a document, turned over the white page with her fingers, lowered her eyes and said: "Thank you for the information you sent, I will read it carefully, there is nothing else, you can also go and get busy." ”

“…… Sister. ”

As soon as Wen Cantonese spoke, I saw the woman in front of the desk with a cold look swept over, the light shone on the woman's white skin, her hand on the table at random was delicate and distinct, and the cyan blood vessels on the back of the hand faintly appeared.

Recalling what her father had told just now, Wen Yue didn't continue to provoke her, only lowered her eyebrows, and withdrew with a obedient and gentle look.

As the glass doors closed, calm finally returned to the office.

Wen Zhen walked around and sat down in front of the computer, from morning to five o'clock in the evening, only the sound of pages turning in the office was left, Wen Zhen's eyes were a little tired and pressed twice to relieve it, just wanted to change a document to flip through, and an unread email immediately popped up on the lit computer screen.

The mailbox was her own, and she had just logged in.

The sender was a string of unfamiliar accounts, but the subject of the email was about Bolin Group, and subconsciously she thought it was a work email, and immediately clicked on it, and just swept over the words "Donglin Transfer", the email was quickly withdrawn, and there was no follow-up.

She had entered the company for the matter of Donglin, but now she saw that it was a step too late, and at that hurried glance just now, the signature and company seal in black and white at the end had been signed, which belonged to the effective one.

They have all come to the last step, and today's shareholders' meeting seems to have become a joke.

For a while, Wen Zhen's mind was in a mess.

Whether the person who sent her the email was sent by mistake or on purpose, she prefers the latter, but the most important point is who actually bought Donglin......

The email completely disrupted all her plans.

Counting that the time was not yet six o'clock, she got up directly and went to the chairman's office, the people in the secretary department only said that Wen Dong had a party in the evening, and had already left with the driver's assistant, and then called Wen Zeliang's phone, and it kept showing the busy tone status, Wen Zhen finally had to reluctantly edit a text message and send it to him.

Time was moving around minute by minute, and at six thirty, Wen Zhen packed up his things and left the building.

Now it is the rush hour after work, the traffic flow of the surrounding streets converges into a long dragon, there is no end in sight, the sun sets on the horizon, and the wisps of orange sky halo stain the flowing clouds, forming a blue and purple sunset, and countless towers and buildings, and the neon lights of the city are also lit up.

In the light of night, a dark gray Koenigsegg "hidden" in the shuttle traffic, like a night walker.

The driver slowly pulled over to the side, the window of the back seat rolled down halfway, and the man in a casual suit slowly raised his eyes and skimmed over the building, almost locking on to one place.

It is clear that the flow of people is like a shuttle, but at a glance, in those cold eyes, a tall and thin figure is reflected.

Wen Zhen came back from the email, remembering tonight's business, her car is still being repaired, and the dinner scheduled for tonight is set at a French restaurant five kilometers away, the taste is the top level of Lancheng, and it is a good choice to treat guests, but the scheduled time is seven thirty o'clock, looking at the current street situation, Wen Zhen is a little difficult.

In French dining etiquette, there is nothing more rude than being late.

When she hesitated, the mobile phone in the bag rang, and the caller number was not stored, but she was not a stranger, and when she booked the restaurant in the afternoon, she had sent dinner messages with this number.

Press the answer button, and a low and familiar male voice immediately arrives in your ears.

"I'm Yan Chaoyu."

Wen Zhen: "I know, have you arrived at the restaurant?" ”

"Not yet, there's a gray car at the corner of the street in front of you on the left, and I gave you a ride before, remember?"

Wen Zhen followed his guidance and looked ahead to the left, and sure enough, he found the car he was talking about.

"I see it."

The two were far away, the dark gray car stopped under the dim street lamp at the corner of the street, Wen Zhen walked in his direction, the darkness seemed to envelop her heart, until the vision gradually became clear, and she saw the street lamp shining on the man's cold white skin.

When the eyes met, the long-silent earpiece sounded again, and the man's clear voice reached his ears like electricity.

"I'm waiting for you, Miss Wen."

Suddenly, she realized that the appearance of the original person was also like a dark shadow.