On Jing Junling's side, she is very busy now. When she receives Wu Zihao's call, she even finds an excuse to hang up perfunctorily.

She is busy with the wedding banquet now. How can she manage Wu Zihao's business sometimes? What's more, she's going to marry someone else, Gong family... She has no chance to marry Gong Yichen again.

Gong Yichen... Jing Junling sneers. In her eyes, there is a flash of hatred and evil eyes. She holds the mobile phone tightly, as if trying to crush it.

After a second thought, she was happy again. Even if she could not marry Gong Yichen or become the president's wife of Gong group, what would happen?

Now Gong Yichen is in a coma in the hospital bed. She will use the time in the future to prove that she will live better than Gong Yichen. She will make Gong Yichen regret it!

Jing Junling stood at the gate of the center of the wedding shop with her mouth up and her eyes fixed on a certain place. She didn't know what she was thinking. She said with a smile, "ha ha, I will be happier than Gong Yichen and song Jiayin."

"Sister Junling? Why are you standing here, motionless, thinking She is one of Jing Junling's friends and the daughter of a wealthy businessman. She has a good relationship with Jing Junling.

Today, Jing Junling is going to deal with some trivial matters at the wedding banquet, so she asked them to come together. In her circle of friends, some of them are married, and they can also give some opinions on these matters, while some of them who are not married can also learn from experience.

"Ah? Oh, nothing. " Jing Junling patted her chest gently and said with a smile that just now she came out from the side and scared Jing Junling. Jing Junling said angrily, "how do you walk quietly? It scared me a lot."

The rich merchant woman in soft pink sticks out her tongue and looks along the line of sight where Jing Junling just looked. Then she sees the street full of people, but she doesn't think so much about it at the same time.

She is one or two years younger than Jing Junling, so she is affectionately called sister Junling. Her pink dress sets off her lovely face. She takes Jing Junling's arm affectionately and says with a smile: "sister Junling, let's go and choose the wedding cards. We have selected three good-looking ones. We'll wait for sister Junling to choose."

"Well, good." Jing Junling said with a smile and followed her in.

Looking at the gentle side of Jing Junling, the rich merchant girl thinks that Jing Junling is good, but she doesn't know that it's just superficial

After Jing Junling hung up the phone perfunctorily, Wu Zi threw his cell phone to the ground. A clenched hand hammered against the wall. His deep eyes were like spitting fire, cursing: "Damn, Jing Junling!"

With a bang, the mobile phone fell to the ground, and the glass on the surface of the mobile phone fell apart. Wu Zihao sat on the sofa and scratched his hair with his hands.

At least, he helped Jing Junling with many things. Unexpectedly, when he wanted to borrow some money from Jing Junling to ease the company's crisis, she was perfunctory!

Is he really stupid? Jing Junling's wedding banquet is busy, but as long as he wants money, she can still give it to him. He comes by himself. Without her help, he just doesn't trust him.

Anyway, she's going to marry a rich second generation, so she won't have the chance to marry the Gong family. For Jing Junling, he won't help him.

Wu Zihao scratched his head irritably, rubbed his hand on his temple, gritted his teeth and spoke with a bit of helplessness and fatigue. "Jing Junling, since you are not willing to help me now, I think I am wrong. From then on, you don't want to ask me for help. Even if you kneel and beg me, I won't forgive you!"

Hearing the sound, the assistant ran to Wu Zihao's office, knocked on the door and asked eagerly, "president, what's the matter with you? Are you ok? "

Listening to the sudden knock outside the door, Wu Zihao said hoarsely, "I'm ok."

Recently, he has been running for the company's affairs, and his voice is hoarse. He usually pays attention to his own image, but now he can't help it. He doesn't care much about these.

Hearing Wu Zihao's voice, the assistant's heart relaxed and whispered, "president, you have to hold on."

Wu Zihao was a little warm in his heart and said in a tired voice, "well, come in."

When the assistant heard Wu Zihao's voice, he pushed the door and came in. Only when he saw Wu Zihao with his own eyes can he really rest assured.

"What happened?" As soon as he entered the door, the assistant saw the mobile phone on the ground. Looking at Wu Zihao, he felt distressed.

"Jing Junling didn't agree to borrow money. She perfunctorized me for any reason. What should I do next?" Wu Zihao looked at his assistant and stared at him.

The assistant didn't know how to answer. Recently, he also called many businesses he had cooperated with before, but everyone was perfunctory. No one was willing to borrow the money. He frowned and said, "this..."

"I know, no one is willing to borrow money now." Wu Zihao said helplessly.

"Don't you want to borrow it from Gong? You are also the nephew of Gong's president. Gong may not be so ruthless. " The assistant frowned.

Wu Zihao laughs at himself. How can Gong's group of old slick shareholders borrow it? Gong Yichen is in a coma now, and Gong's group is now a few shareholders to deal with big and small affairs.

"Gong's..." Wu Zihao read lightly, and then he had an idea. His eyes lit up. "Maybe I have an idea, Gong's shares! I have some Gong's shares on hand. It's obviously impossible for me to borrow money from Gong, but if... "

Wu Zihao is in a dilemma. If there is any other way, he will never sell Gong's shares. But now, he has to sell them. He doesn't want to see his company go bankrupt. The company is his hard work, and now he has to do so

"But if you sell Gong's shares, you can have money to ease the company's crisis." Wu Zihao said that he rubbed his fingers on his temples. This can't be known by others. He wants to do it secretly.

"You go to talk, I secretly want to sell Gong's shares, don't be known by people who shouldn't know." Wu Zihao said.

The assistant wrote it down, went to execute it and left Wu Zihao's office.

After a while, a group of people already knew that it was Gong's selling shares, but they didn't know who was selling them.

"I've asked you to check the traffic accident in Gong Yichen these days. Have you found anything?" Xu Rufeng sat in the office, holding coffee in one hand, took a sip gracefully and said.

The man bowed his head and said hoarsely, "I found others. Some of Gong's shares are being sold. I further checked that Wu Zihao sold them."

"Oh? It's interesting. " Xu Rufeng said with a light smile, "you continue to check, and report as soon as you find out."

The subordinate retreated, leaving Xu Rufeng sitting alone in the office, drinking coffee with Xu Rufeng's elegant and flowing action. It's very beautiful.