The moment when Zhang family walked out of Ping'an, Murong Nuan couldn't help but look back, looking at Zhang Guoguo who was lying on the window and staring at them.

He held the doll alone, his dark eyes filled with a faint desire.

For a moment, her heart softened and she suddenly couldn't help but walk under the window and looked up at him.

"Hey, why do you want to help us?"

He curled his lips and replied frivolously: "Actually... you are not that annoying."

She smiled slightly: "So that's the case. Thank you for your help."

Seeing that they were about to leave, he suddenly became anxious, raised his voice, and asked loudly: "Hey! Will you and Uncle David still come and take me out for fun?"

She was stunned for a moment, turned her head gently, and saw his small figure standing there alone, like a poor person who was no one cared about.

She nodded by a traitor.

Zhang Guoguo showed a child-like smile on her face, innocent and romantic.

The next day, new personnel changes were posted within the marketing department.

David was promoted to the leader of the marketing department, while Murong Nuan was promoted to the new director of the marketing department.

This means that from now on, Murong Nuan will appear in the elevator that only allows high-rise buildings to enter and exit.

"Director Mu, since he has been promoted, should we invite us to have a drink and celebrate together?" someone asked jokingly.

"Okay, go together!" Murong Nuan said with a generous smile.

The colleagues cheered and shouted that they would give Murong Nuan a good meal after get off work.

A few hours later, the dining room was selected as Longsheng KTV. As soon as we entered, everyone started celebrating like a vent.

Murong Nuan found a quiet place to sit down, supported her chin, and looked at them gently and laughed.

The seat next to her fell and someone sat next to her.

The moment the man sat down, almost everyone became quiet.

He was wearing black clothes, his handsome face seemed to be about to melt into the night. His slender and powerful fingertips gently grabbed a wine and poured it into the quilt.

The surroundings were terriblely quiet, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Murong Nuan sat upright with a guard all over, her face stiff.

"Why don't you sing?" The man raised his head and drank a glass of wine. His sexy Adam's apple floated up and down, and his slender and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, covering up the emotions in his eyes.

"General...President..."

The staff looked at each other and stood there in vain, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

**oss is here, who dares to relax and make fun of it?

"Who dares to sing here?" she said coldly.

The mottled light flashed across her snow-white skin. He looked at her quietly, almost impulsively, trying to reach out and lift the messy light.

After all, I still held it back.

Shangguan Yao turned his head slightly, looked at the group of dull employees, and smiled slightly.

"Don't dare? Huh?"

The staff shivered, waved their hands one after another, and said loudly: "Sing! Sing quickly!"

The trembling voice rang again in the private room. Everyone tried their best to be happier in front of Shangguan Yao, for fear of making the boss unhappy, so he kicked out of the company by him.

Murong Nuan frowned slightly. What is the difference between this man doing this and a tyrant?

"Shangguan Yao, this is my promotion banquet, you are not suitable for you to appear here." She issued an expulsion order again.

Shangguan Yao smiled faintly: "Is that true? Unfortunately, David doesn't think so." He raised his glass slowly and clinked his glasses with David who was sitting aside from a distance and avoiding the war zone.

David smirked a few times, deliberately avoiding Murong Nuan's gaze, for fear that she would see her guilty look.

Please, please, no matter how much he is promoted, the boss will still be the boss? Is the boss still able to stop him if he wants to come?

I don’t know who ordered an English lyric song. In the slowly flowing melody, the atmosphere around suddenly became blurred.

Someone was brave enough to propose to go to the next place to have a party. David glanced at Shangguan Yao, he nodded slightly, and responded with a faint smile.

"Go, I'll pay."

Everyone cheered and immediately evacuated at the speed of light.

Only Murong Nuan and Shangguan Yao were left in the ktv. She stood up coldly, picked up the Kun bag and wanted to leave, but his wrist was quickly grabbed.

He raised his head and his eyes were soft.

"Can't we be fine tonight?"

OK?

After she knew that he had done so many dirty things, she could no longer do well with him.

"So, please answer me a question." She pursed her lips, really curious, "Have you ever felt guilty about Jianshu?"

"Ask." He clenched his fist against his lips and coughed softly.

It's so strange that his cold seems to have not recovered.

The weather in B City is not very cold recently, and I don’t know how he caught a cold.

Just as she was in a daze, he had already responded decisively.

"I have always felt guilty about Jianshu."

She stared at him in a daze, and her heart fell toward the bottomless abyss.

His answer has almost concluded the authenticity of the Jianshu incident.

If she had a little bit of weakness before, now, it is completely gone.

She calmly sorted out her thoughts and quickly made up her mind.

"When will we go to the law firm to discuss the divorce."

She left him and walked out the door.

The next second, she was pulled back by him domineeringly, and her slender arms tightly surrounded her waist.

"Nannuan, don't leave." He spoke quickly and coughed more and more violently.

She leaned against his chest, listening to the frequency of his heartbeat, tears almost flowing down her eyes.

"Why do you want to bully me? Why do you want to be a bad person? Shangguan Yao, you said you won't make me sad anymore. You are just a big liar!"

He hugged her tightly, letting her roar in silence, and pounding himself.

"No one can bully you except me." He closed his eyes and said coldly.

Murong Nuan snuggled in his arms in despair. She couldn't get rid of him. What should she do? She really couldn't escape him like this devil...

On the straight road, an extended Mercedes-Benz was driving at a speed.

Through the barrier, in the back seat of the car, a woman with heavy makeup sat on the old man's lap with gray hair, feeding fruits to his mouth in a coquettish manner.

"Dr. Zhang, did you let Murong Nuan go like this? This woman is really arrogant. I heard from others that she talked about her behind the scenes and said a lot of bad things about you." Bai Lin observed her expression and added fuel to the fire and created chaos.

Zhang Guodong frowned and felt a little unhappy.

"Today is a holiday to the manor. Let's put these unhappy things out first."

Bai Lin secretly scolded Zhang Guodong in her heart. She was a shameless old guy. She worked hard to serve him for so long. She originally thought that she could pretend to be powerful for a while. Who would have thought that he loved his grandson so much that Murong Nuan was so presumptuous.

What's even more disgusting is that she actually wants to endorse the products of Murong Nuan's department for free. When she thinks of this, she is so angry that she trembles.

She was unwilling to be outdone and wanted to say a few more words. The driver braked suddenly, and the grapes in his hand fell to the ground. With the effect of inertia, she rolled aside from Zhang Guodong's knee.

Just as Zhang Guodong was about to scold the driver, a pattern suddenly exploded in the car window.

After a few loud noises, the car window broke.

A hand wearing black gloves reached in, opened the car door, and pulled Zhang Guodong out of the car.

This series of actions took the other party less than ten seconds.

"What are you...what are you going to do?" Zhang Guodong said in a trembling voice.

Bai Lin curled up in the car and looked at the movement outside the car in fear. She saw a group of motorcycle riders wearing black leather jackets and black masks surrounding Zhang Guodong in the middle.

One of the tall riders kicked him and gave a wink at the others.

Everyone surrounded and beaten up.

The driver was so scared that he lay under the tires and took out his cell phone to call the police.

The rider in charge waited quietly for a few minutes, and then he raised his hand to stop it.

Everyone dispersed, he walked forward, turned the old man who was holding his head and shrank into a ball, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and couldn't help but pat the head of the brother next to him.

"Boy! I only asked you to knock him off his dentures, but I didn't ask you to beat him until he was disfigured."

The guy touched his head and said in disappointment.
To be continued...