Chapter 50

Founder law firm.

When the news of Ji Zitong's victory came back to the law firm, Feng Xing was also very happy. You know, Zhao Qian's legal fees are very high. Only that single legal fee can pay all the expenses of the whole law firm for a month, and there is a surplus. How can he not be happy.

So, after Ji Zitong came back, Feng Xing called Ji Zitong to the office and praised him well.

After Ji Zitong entered the sealed office, there was a discussion in the law firm.

"This time angel won another lawsuit. It's really fierce. Just entering the company, he won two big lawsuits in a month."

"Who said no? Every time someone thought she was going to lose, she suddenly turned over and won."

"As expected, there are a lot of talented people. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. All of us are going to die on the beach."

"By the way, I heard that you lost your last lawsuit?"

"Yes

"This month, it seems that angel won the lawsuit, and even lawyer Tian lost the divorce lawsuit."

Heard colleagues mention their names, sitting on the side of the garden fire big clench their teeth.

Too hateful, every time Ji Zitong wins the lawsuit, she will be beaten in the face, hateful Ji Zitong.

She was so lucky that she won every time.

After waiting for Ji Zitong to come out, Su Meimei goes to Tianyuan: "lawyer Tian, Mr. Feng asks you to go to her office."

The countryside

She knew what Feng told her to do.

No doubt I want to question her about her losing the court case yesterday.

After Tianyuan enters the sealed office, the front desk suddenly calls Ji Zitong's name and asks him to go to the front desk because someone is looking for her.

At this time, Ji Zitong is discussing with his colleagues where to have lunch nearby.

It is said that someone is looking for Ji Zitong again. The colleagues of the law firm stretch their necks one by one to see who is coming.

Ji Zitong puzzled went to the front desk counter, just went there, then saw a familiar face.

It's Xiao Ping, the maid of Yan house.

There are people who come out with Ji Zitong to watch the excitement. They are disappointed to see that the person is a girl, not a man.

Seeing Ji Zitong coming, the maid Xiao Ping salutes her respectfully.

"Miss Ji."

"Xiao Ping, why are you here?"

Xiao Ping raised a food box in his hand with a smile: "this is what the old lady asked me to bring you."

"And..." Xiao Ping shook the thermos cup in his right hand again: "this is the millet porridge that the young master specially ordered the kitchen to prepare for you."

Ji Zitong surprised: "so many."

"The old lady and the young master have said that if you can't finish eating, you can have the rest, because the doctor has told you that your spleen and stomach are weak and you can't overeat."

"Well, thank you."

Ji Zitong took the food box and thermos cup.

Idyllic came out of the sealed office with a black face. Originally, she thought that she would face the sarcasm of other colleagues in the office. Unexpectedly, all the colleagues looked in the direction of the front desk and talked one after another.

"What's the matter? What happened? " Asked the countryside in surprise.

"It's angel season. Someone just came to give her a love lunch. I really envy her."

As soon as the colleague finished, Tianyuan saw Ji Zitong coming back from the front desk with a smile on his face.

See Ji Zitong in the hand of the food box and thermos cup, pastoral jealousy crazy.

Why, Ji Zitong is better at work than she is. In her life, only a few days ago did someone tell her or propose to her. Now someone gives her a love lunch. She was 18 years old with her husband and married him at 24 years old. Now she is 30 years old, but her husband plans to divorce her.

Her marriage, after all, is not equal to the seven-year itch.

"Well, her private life is so chaotic. I don't know what she has to be envied for treating a man as a plaything in my hand," she said

Ji Zitong, who sits back in his seat, takes out his mobile phone. First, he calls old lady Yan and tells her that the lunch box has been received.

After calling old lady Yan, Ji Zitong wanted to call Yan Beichen.

But afraid of disturbing Yan Beichen, he sent a short message to Yan Beichen.

"Ji Zitong: congee received, thank you."

Ji Zitong's short message has just been sent out. A few seconds later, her mobile phone rings.

It's Yan Beichen.

Most of the colleagues in the office have gone out for lunch. At this time, there is no one beside Ji Zitong.

Ji Zitong answers the phone: "Hello ~ ~"

"I got your message!" Yan Beichen said in a low voice.

"Well, I got the porridge. Thank you."

"One kind of medicine should be taken before meals, and the others should be taken half an hour after meals. Do you remember which one was taken before meals?"

Ji Zitong replied: "I know."

"Take medicine first, then congee, and then eat."

"Good." Ji Zitong asked: "by the way, isn't Mr. Yan busy now?"

Otherwise, how could he call her back so soon.

"In a meeting!"

Ji Zitong

He's actually in a meeting, so... Is he calling her now in front of others?

Ji Zitong blushed in a hurry: "then you continue the meeting, I'll hang up first."

"Good!"

……

Yan group conference room.

In the middle of the tense meeting, there were several persons in charge at the scene, who were scolded by Yan Beichen.

The atmosphere became tense and the meeting room was silent.

At this time, Yan Beichen's mobile phone has a text message ring.

The silence in the conference room made Yan Beichen's mobile phone short message ring particularly loud.

During the meeting, if Yan Beichen has a text message coming in, he will not ignore it.

However, at such a tense moment, Yan Beichen suddenly raised his hand after looking at the mobile phone screen to stop a person in charge from speaking, and then made a phone call to go out.

That person in charge stands in the office, looking at Yan Beichen.

Then, other people in the conference room saw that Yan Beichen, who had just criticized them like Satan, was talking on the phone mildly. He carefully told each other to take medicine and looked at each other face to face.

Because of Yan Beichen's mild attitude of talking to each other on the phone, people in the meeting room suddenly relaxed a little.

I wish this call could last longer.

What's more, they are all curious about who Yan Beichen is calling.

Looking at Yan Beichen's face full of spring, that person must be a woman.

If they knew which woman they were, they would break their heads one by one to hold their thighs and ask for protection.

Waiting for Yan Beichen to hang up, Yan Beichen, who just had a gentle expression, suddenly sank.

"Go on!" Yan Beichen is indifferent.

Can this differential treatment not be so obvious? Why is that phone hanging up so fast?

The person in charge who was speaking just now had a face in tears

What was he just about to say?