Chapter 850 "My wife is suffering."

The director was so angry that his breathing became unstable and he stared at her with a gloomy look.

Song Cun remained calm and said, "I demand that the company compensate me for the personal injury I suffered while working there."

"I'm planning to sue Zhang Tiancheng, and I'll consider pursuing joint liability with the company."

After reading the post, Song Cun guessed what Liang Zhouheng was thinking. He found other girls who were persecuted by Zhang Tiancheng and encouraged them to stand up and help them with the lawsuit. He probably didn't want her to be involved in this case.

She originally didn't want to pursue the matter, but Zhang Tiancheng's behavior was so outrageous that she decided to stand up with the girl and jointly sue Zhang Tiancheng after seeing this post.

If this kind of person is not eliminated, who knows how many more female compatriots he will harm in the future.

The director's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. "Song Cun, what do you want?"

After a moment of silence, Song Cun said calmly, "I request that the company transfer me to the North City headquarters. My position as project manager will remain unchanged. In addition, I need one to two months of paid annual leave to focus on the lawsuit."

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After Song Cun came out of the director's office, he called Liang Zhouheng.

Liang Zhouheng: "Is it done? Have you submitted your resignation?"

Song Cun pushed open the door of a lounge and whispered, "I didn't resign."

There was silence on the other side for several seconds, and Song Cun immediately added: "However, the director agreed to transfer me to the North City headquarters."

Liang Zhouheng's voice came at this time, "How did you do it?"

Song Cun said with a hint of pride: "I threatened him."

After a moment of silence, Song Cun heard his laughing voice coming over, "I didn't know my wife was so amazing."

The word "wife" was called out very naturally, as if it was just spoken casually, but when it reached Song Cun's ears, it was like a large number of firecrackers exploding all at once, "cracking" non-stop, and his brain was completely shut down.

"What's wrong?"

He must be asking knowingly.

Song Cun wanted him to stop calling her that, but she was too embarrassed to even say those two words, so she just forced herself to change the subject, "Did you ask someone to post that online? And what about Zhang Tiancheng's family affairs..."

He interrupted her directly, "I'm done with this. Can you leave the company? I'll pick you up now."

Song Cun: "I'll finish the work at hand before leaving get off work."

Liang Zhouheng: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Cun said a brief goodbye to his colleagues in the department, packed up his things and left the company.

Liang Zhouheng was already waiting for her downstairs.

In the past six months, Song Cun has walked out of the company building late at night more than once. Sometimes she couldn't even get a taxi and had to walk back to her residence alone. She always carried a wolf spray in her bag.

At this moment, as she walked out of the building, she looked up and saw a familiar figure leaning against the car. Her eyes suddenly became hot. She lowered her throat and trotted towards him.

Liang Zhouheng took two steps forward, held out his hand to her, and looked closely at her face. "Why are you crying? Are you reluctant to leave?"

Song Cun felt mixed emotions, and it was hard to describe what it felt like. It was like bitterness had finally turned to sweetness, but it also had an inexplicable sourness.

She shook her head and suddenly lowered her head and hugged him.

Liang Zhouheng raised his hand and stroked the back of her head, whispering to her comfortingly: "My wife has suffered."

Song Cun's whole body seemed to be electrified, and he froze immediately. He turned his head and looked at her with the corner of his lips raised, "Not used to it?"

Song Cun's cheeks and mouth were burning, and he couldn't speak. He lowered his eyes and kissed her. "You'll get used to it if you listen to it more often." Then he whispered again, "Wife."