After Jiang Zhenhao's accident, Zhang Wenyong told Tong Ruiyan by chance that the person who killed Jiang Zhenhao was Zhao Jianbo. She was originally a little suspicious of Zhao Jianbo, because before Jiang Zhenhao's accident, she had seen Zhao Jianbo and Jiang Zhenhao have had several quarrels. In addition, Zhang Wenyong was Jiang Zhenhao's most capable assistant, so she had no doubts. She and Zhang Wenyong had been in contact with Zhang Wenyong for phone calls over the past ten years. Every time, Zhang Wenyong would tell her something about Zhao Jianbo.

Ye Xiaofeng probably said to Tong Ruiyan that the murderer who killed Jiang Zhenhao was Zhao Jianbo, and buried a seed in her mental power. The reason why he called Tong Ruiyan every day was probably because he wanted to let the seed grow up quickly.

"What's wrong with Xiaofeng, is there any problem?" Tong Ruiyan asked in confusion.

"Yes, I guess Zhang Wenyong is the real murderer." Ye Xiaofeng said slowly.

"How is that possible? He doesn't look like that." Tong Ruiyan said in disbelief.

"Then did you see that I am the person I am now?" Ye Xiaofeng smiled and glanced at the protrusion on Tong Ruiyan's chest.

Seeing Ye Xiaofeng's appearance, Tong Ruiyan could not know what Ye Xiaofeng meant. She gave Ye Xiaofeng a blank look, "I originally saw you honestly, but I didn't expect you to be a big pervert."

Ye Xiaofeng smiled, "This is just knowing people but not the heart. Sister Yan, let's go find Zhao Jianbo! I think he may know some things."

Tong Ruiyan nodded, thought for a while, and asked, "How did you know that Zhang Wenyong has a problem?"

"Sister Yan, don't you think Zhang Wenyong is too perfect? ​​There is no shortcoming on the surface. It seems that he has made sincere contributions to the company without regrets. Think about it, which man has no career aspirations and does not want to climb higher, but he can't see this in Zhang Wenyong. Do you really think that he is sincerely for you and stays in an unsuccessful position without regrets for ten years? If other men had such strong abilities, they would probably have created a company long ago. If a company had been created ten years ago, I guess the scale would not be inferior to that of Huaxing now."

After hearing this, Tong Ruiyan glared at Ye Xiaofeng fiercely and said dissatisfiedly: "Can't you say it more tactful? Why are you saying it so directly? Just say that I'm just being self-indulgent."

"Haha, I'm telling the truth. If there is no purpose, that man will give without regrets to the woman. Of course, there are also such people, but I think such a man will definitely not be Zhang Wenyong." Ye Xiaofeng said with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Then what purpose do you have to be with me? Is it for my body?" Tong Ruiyan said quietly.

"Hehe, no, my purpose is very simple, to relieve the loneliness of Sister Yan's top young woman. I am the one who is willing to sacrifice myself for the happiness of others." Ye Xiaofeng looked righteous, as if he was really a savior.

"You still have the face to say such things, and you will behave like a good person when you get a bargain." Tong Ruiyan looked at Ye Xiaofeng with some contempt.

"What's the advantage I've got? I'm still working hard and sacrificing myself to save you. Who do you think the loudest times?" Ye Xiaofeng said shamelessly.

When Tong Ruiyan heard Ye Xiaofeng's words, she blushed and couldn't speak. Ye Xiaofeng was right. Every time the two of them were happy, she had the loudest voice, especially her scream just now. When she thought of that, she wanted to get into the hole in the ground in shame.

He gave Ye Xiaofeng a fierce look and continued driving without saying a word.

Jinghua District, a gathering place for wealthy people in Qingquan City, faces the sea, has a wide view and fresh air, which is the most suitable place to stay at home.

As the chairman of Huaxing Group, Zhao Jianbo’s villa is luxurious, covering an area of ​​more than 600 acres, just like a university campus, with rockery, pavilions, gurgling streams, large swimming pools, green lawns and everything.

Zhao Jianbo was on the golf course in the villa, holding a golf club and playing golf, perhaps venting some complicated emotions in his heart.

"Director Zhao, I didn't expect you to be quite leisurely." Zhao Jianbo had just shot a ball, and a sound suddenly rang behind him.

"It's you, you've always been theirs?" Zhao Jianbo turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing casual clothes. He looked unsurprising and his eyes were very plain.

This middle-aged man is Zhang Wenyong. Today, he has a black-edged eyes, looking gentle and gentleman, like a man with great achievements in literature, but no one knows what kind of person he is, and what he is thinking in his heart.

"I have always been theirs, so I don't mind we'll go there and sit there!" Zhang Wenyong said, pointing at a stone table not far from the golf course.

Zhao Jianbo nodded, put down the club in his hand, and the two walked over.

There was a tea set on the stone table. Zhang Wenyong poured a cup and started drinking it. "It's worthy of being the Dahongpao of Wuyi Mountain, it's really delicious." He exclaimed.

"How did you do them?" Zhao Jianbo asked, staring at Zhang Wenyong tightly.

"Don't worry, I just let them take a nap for a while, but it didn't do them badly." Zhang Wenyong took another sip of tea and said lightly.

"You did Zhenhao's death!" Zhao Jianbo also poured himself a cup of tea and asked, "I deserve to be the chairman who has been the chairman for ten years, and I am calm no matter when I am at that time.

"Yes, it's a pity for his talent." Zhang Wenyong sighed, with a little nostalgia in his eyes, but in an instant, two cold lights burst out from his eyes, and the space in front of him trembled, "But he can only blame him for being too ignorant of the times and actually thinking about leaving."

"It takes a price to get freedom." Zhang Wenyong said coldly. Zhao Jianbo next to him felt a chill all over his body, as if it was the cold winter month, and he couldn't help but shivered.

"You are here to want the shares in my hand (5)?" Zhao Jianbo asked.

At this time, Tong Ruiyan drove Ye Xiaofeng to the door of Zhao Jianbo's villa with Ye Xiaofeng. After getting off the car, Ye Xiaofeng's eyes narrowed. He felt something was wrong, and it seemed too quiet.

"Xiaofeng, can we just go in like this?" Tong Ruiyan asked.

Ye Xiaofeng didn't say anything. He walked to the iron fence and looked at the door of the villa. Two majestic Tibetan mastiffs were lying. At first glance, he knew something was wrong.
Chapter completed!