"Director Fu, all our senior executives and directors strongly recommend that you resign immediately, that is, Yinmi. Now there are many opinions and speculations within the company, and the situation is very unstable. As you know, we have just reached an agreement with Shihong

Such a large case and many projects

During the start-up period, since this is the wife of Daiwei’s boss, how could she rashly join our company? Mr. Fu, don’t you think it’s strange? This is a typical act of commercial espionage! Mr. Fu, we need to pay attention to this.

At this critical moment, Wynn’s stability is the most important!”

"Yeah yeah."

Fu Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief. No one among these people knew that Otoya was his ex-wife. It was reasonable for them to doubt her, but that was not what he was concerned about at the moment.

Since the news about her today has been revealed, it must be Wen Muchiang who is behind it. He is not afraid, he is just worried about her. She must be having a hard time now, must be besieged, must be bullied, and he must find her.

"I have my own judgment on this matter, so I won't bother you all. The decision on this matter will be postponed for later. Let's let it go. I want to rest."

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you without saying anything. They all believed in Fu Lingzhi. Wynn has been in his hands for many years. Although its performance has not become the number one in Asia, the company’s reputation is getting better and better. Fu Lingzhi

He has that strength.

Fu Lingzhi waited for them to leave, pulled out the needle, and without changing into a hospital gown, he just took a piece of clothing sent by Xu Shu and went out. He called the driver and went straight to Otomi's apartment.

The sky was covered with a thin layer of fog, and it was clear that the sun had appeared just now. Fu Lingzhi was a little anxious and asked the driver to go faster and faster. The journey that originally took half an hour was shortened to ten minutes.

She could already smell the danger before she even arrived at the community where she lived. Looking closer, the scene was really grand and overwhelming. Fu Lingzhi had expected this for a long time. He didn't know if she had ever gone out.

There are dozens of sports cars parked, all red and dazzling.

Fu Lingzhi took out his cell phone and called Chu Huai, "Mobilize the sentries and act in plain clothes to evacuate the crowd and maintain normal order." Then he dialed the number of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, and cursed first.

There was a pause, and then he suppressed the reporters' blood boiling arrogance.

Fu Lingzhi looked at it and couldn't wait for the crowds to disperse. He asked the driver to go around to the back of the community to see if there were any other doors. He took out the hat from his coat, wrapped it around his face, and walked around for a long time to finally find it.

I found a broken door. It was very hidden, but no paparazzi had discovered it yet.

Otoya was still huddled in the corner of the door, with her legs slightly bent and not moving at all. The stench was overwhelming, the smell of eggs and rotten vegetable leaves mixed into a great sadness that penetrated directly from the top of her head.

She realized how terrible the power of public opinion was. In fact, it was okay. She had tasted a lot of what it was like to bear it alone, and she would definitely be able to get over it this time.

But she didn't have any strength left.

The door was suddenly knocked, and her back was hit. The sound hit her ears. She suddenly jumped up and dragged her body to hide far away. Her heartbeat accelerated a lot. Could it be that they were coming up?

She had nowhere to escape. She became the center of attention overnight, and the price she paid was peace. It was ridiculous to say that tears quickly formed a small circle on the floor. Otoya stood up holding the floor,

He wiped it casually with his dirty sleeves, and after thinking about it, he sniffed and walked over to the peephole to take a look.

Outside the cat's eyes is an enlarged face. At first glance, it looks a bit scary, but if you look closely, you can see that it's not Fu Lingzhi. He seems to be a lot more haggard, with a shabby appearance, a chin covered with green stubble, and lazy, lifeless eyes.

Even the blood streaks in the facial skin can be seen clearly, with such a cold and hard outline, looking at her expressionlessly and slightly complicated.

Otoya was stunned for a long time before he figured out that he couldn't see her. I don't know where he got that certainty, he just knew that she was in the room and looking out.

Fu Lingzhi is indeed terrifying, his wisdom and acumen are like two long swords that can always touch the root.

Before Otoya could think about it, her hand had already reached the doorknob and turned it. The door opened a small crack with a thin sound. When she reacted and tried to close it, a pair of navy blue men's slippers had already been opened.

Squeezed in.

Otoya was surprised. He closed the door hard and even pressed his body up. Soon he heard a muffled grunt from outside the door, very short and deep, his voice.

She stopped moving, as dumb as a puppet, with wrinkles on her face. She would always forget to pay attention to her own image in front of him, or perhaps it should be said that she was caught off guard. She turned as fast as possible, her slender breasts as long as

Bu immediately shrank into the corner, his chin resting on his knees, his eyes vacant, staring at the floor, his lips pale and closed.

The door creaked open, and Fu Lingzhi walked in, with his hands hanging by his sides. His tall body was wrapped in a coat, which made him look even more slender and slender. His thick eyebrows were frowned repressively, and he looked tired, with sunken eye sockets.

, the outline becomes deeper, and the sides are covered by shadows. The appearance looks a bit cold like a vampire, delicate, decadent, and unforgettable.

"What are you squatting for? Get up and go wash up." He looked at her condescendingly, his eyes were gloomy and depressing, and his eyes that blended into the dark space seemed to contain a lot of content. What was Otoya looking at with his head lowered?

Not available.

"Get up." He lowered his voice, maybe because he really didn't have much strength, and his tall body was a little sluggish. He walked over and squatted down in front of her, holding her face stained with eggs and tears with both hands.

His eyes deepened.

Otoya was forced to raise his head, looked into his eyes, and suddenly became angry, "Do you need to look at me with such compassion? Do I look pitiful?"

The sound was so loud that the walls were shaking slightly, and her body was shaking as well. Only Fu Lingzhi's hands, cold and dry, held her cheeks firmly. His movements were gentle and patient, but they were almost exhausted.

"Don't let me spoil you at this time." After saying this, he stood up, sat on the sofa, and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

Otoya's face turned red and white. She understood that she was making trouble unreasonably, and it seemed that she had to do it in front of him. It was obvious that she had provoked the incident, and he was considered the victim. She, the perpetrator, still wanted to lose her temper with him, okay?
Chapter completed!