Chapter 89 The Tool Man Who Knocks on the Door
"I don't think living in China is right for you. You've been sick several times since you came back. I think a foreign environment might be more suitable for you."
"I don't... I came back to China just for you, Zheng, don't do this."
"Let's not talk about this for now. Since your injury is not serious, I will go back first."
Chu Siyi still held him, unwilling to let him go.
When she looked up and met Fu Zheng's gaze, her whole body trembled and she involuntarily let go of her hand.
Fu Zheng turned and left the ward.
He drove back to the company and went straight to Wen Liang's office.
There was no one in Wen Liang's office and the computer was turned off.
He randomly called an MQ employee and asked, "Where is your Director Wen?"
"I don't know. Director Wen didn't come to work today. It seems he asked for leave."
"Okay, I understand."
He drove home immediately.
"Sir, you're back." said the aunt.
He walked upstairs and asked casually, "Where's the wife?"
"My wife is on a business trip."
Fu Zheng paused, "Business trip?"
"Yes, on a business trip, with my assistant."
Fu Zheng fell silent, slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, leaning against the back of the sofa, and rubbed his eyebrows with his hand.
He knew very well that Wen Liang definitely had no business trip schedule today, so he must have left early.
She did it on purpose.
Fu Zheng took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Wen Liang, "Are you on a business trip? When will you be back?"
But he guessed that Wen Liang would most likely not reply to his message.
That's what she does when she gets angry.
After a long time, there was no reply.
Fu Zheng called Wen Liang again, but was rejected every time.
After the fourth call, the number you dialed will be displayed as busy. Please call again later.
Got blocked.
Fu Zheng had no choice but to call Special Assistant Yang immediately and ask him to find out Wen Liang's itinerary and book a plane ticket and hotel for him.
This matter cannot be delayed, he must explain it to Wen Liang as soon as possible.
If this drags on, things between him and Wen Liang might really be over.
Special Assistant Yang called back and said, "Mr. Fu, Director Wen is on a business trip to City B. Are you sure you want to go?"
"Make sure to book me the nearest flight."
"good."
Fu Zheng didn't even pack his clothes and went straight to the airport.
…
Came a day early, no work today.
After settling in the hotel, Wen Liang ordered takeout for dinner and didn't go out.
After dinner, she turned on her phone and randomly found a soap opera to watch on the video app.
She didn't want to be idle. Once she was idle, she would think of last night when he left without looking back for Chu Siyi.
She was extremely disappointed.
The young assistant also stayed in the hotel and did not go out.
He is preparing the materials for tomorrow.
Suddenly his cell phone rang. He glanced at it casually and saw that it was Mr. Fu calling.
etc!
Mr. Fu? ! !
His jaw dropped in shock.
Why would Mr. Fu call him?
The assistant picked up the phone and answered it carefully: "Hello, Mr. Fu."
"Which hotel are you staying in? What's Director Wen's room number?"
"Mr. Fu, we are in City B."
"I know."
"Well, we're at the Hengyang Hotel. Director Wen's room number is 1508."
"Okay, I understand."
"Okay, okay, okay." The young assistant didn't know what to say.
Mr. Fu asked these questions. Does he want to come over?
"Remember, don't tell Wen Liang about what I called you to ask."
"Okay, I understand. I will definitely not tell Director Wen. President Fu, do you have any other instructions?"
"Not for now." Fu Zheng hung up the phone.
The assistant calmed down, put down his phone, but had no intention of working anymore.
Almost all employees in the company have saved Mr. Fu’s work number, but it basically just lies in the address book and has never been touched.
And now, the words "Mr. Fu" were clearly written on the call record at the top of his phone.
He was not dreaming. President Fu called him and asked about their hotel and Director Wen's room number.
The young assistant recalled that he had called Director Wen once before. He made many calls but none of them went through. Finally, the call was connected and it was Director Fu who answered the phone.
At that time, he felt that Mr. Fu and Director Wen might be having an affair.
In addition to the recent rumors in the company and Mr. Fu’s actions today.
The assistant felt that this possibility was greater.
After playing with his phone for a while, the assistant was about to go to the bathroom to wash up when his phone suddenly rang again.
He glanced at the phone screen and saw that the caller was Mr. Fu again.
He quickly answered, "Hello, Mr. Fu."
"I'm at your hotel, come out."
"Ah? Oh, Mr. Fu, you're downstairs. I'll pick you up right away..." After saying that, the assistant took the room card and went out immediately.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw Fu Zheng standing in front of Wen Liang's room.
The young assistant was extremely puzzled. Mr. Fu had already arrived, so why did he call him out?
"Mr. Fu..."
The assistant was puzzled, and Fu Zheng pointed to Wen Liang's door and said, "Come knock on the door, don't mention me."
The young assistant suddenly understood.
He is just a tool to knock on the door.
Could it be that President Fu came here without telling Director Wen to give Director Wen a surprise this time?
He walked up and knocked on Wen Liang's door.
"Who is it?"
Wen Liang, who was watching a soap opera, heard a knock on the door. He sat up from the sofa with his cell phone in hand and asked as he walked towards the door.
"Director Wen, it's me. I have something to ask you."
"Wait a moment." Wen Liang paused the soap opera and opened the door. "Any questions..."
Halfway through her words, she saw Fu Zheng standing outside the door. Her face suddenly changed, her voice stopped abruptly, and she was about to close the door.
Fu Zheng saw the opportunity and stepped forward immediately, his leather shoes stuck in the crack of the door, and his arm pressed against the door to prevent her from closing it. "Wen Liang, I want to have a good talk with you!"
Wen Liang tried his best to close the door, "We have nothing to talk about, please leave."
The young assistant stood there in a daze, a look of horror on his face.
It turned out that it was not the surprise script he imagined, but a shock script!
The assistant once again confirmed that President Fu and Director Wen were definitely having an affair.
Mr. Fu wanted to explain, but Director Wen didn't want to hear it.
It seems like Director Wen is at the top of the food chain?
The young assistant couldn't help but doubt.
"I have to explain this to you."
"If you don't leave, I'll call security."
How can Wen Liang's physical strength be compared with that of an adult man who exercises regularly?
The tug of war over the door ended with Wen Liang's defeat.
Fu Zheng pushed open the door and walked in openly, "Let me explain, that night..."
Wen Liang looked at him coldly, "You don't have to explain. Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, I'll leave!"
Wen Liang turned around and started packing his things and packing his suitcase.
"Wen Liang!" Fu Zheng stopped her, "What do you want in exchange for my explanation?"
"I don't want to hear your explanation, and I don't need your explanation. You are free to do whatever you want, and I have no right to interfere. But this is my room. Please leave quickly, otherwise I will call the police!" Wen Liang looked at him with indifference in his eyes, and he refused to give in.
The young assistant stood outside the door and witnessed all this.
The current situation is that the two had a conflict for unknown reasons, and this conflict seems to be very serious.
Director Wen deliberately moved his business trip to City B in advance.
President Fu came after him and insisted on explaining, but Director Wen didn't want to hear it.
A "pop" sound was heard.
The young assistant's eyes grew bigger than cowbells.
What did he just see?
He just saw Director Wen slap President Fu!
Listening to the voice, there was no trace of reluctance.
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