Chapter 41:

The matter was deadlocked, Zheng Feiyi had to stop Qin Xuan's topic and instead said, "I have come here this time with some bad news to tell you: Your performance has been too disappointing recently and has already stirred up. The anger of many people. The board of supervisors agreed that it is necessary to re-examine your management qualifications so as not to continue to damage Jiu Sheng's interests. There will be an interim shareholder meeting on Friday, and my father will be there. From what I heard, even him If you want to protect you, you may not be able to keep it. In his position and in his administration, power and authority are not held in the hand, you must do it yourself. "
"I see." Zheng Fei's sword eyebrows sank. "Is there anything else?"
"No, I'm happy to work on Monday."
Zheng Feiyi grinned at him, turned to leave the office, and took the door.
For a long time, Zheng Feiyu's stiff shoulders softened little by little.
He grabbed the emerald pendant, the temperature of the silver base was so hot that it was like a piece of freezing cold ice that could hardly hold it. He quickly opened the drawer and threw the pendant into it.
The fifty-fifth floor is full of light. A bunch of inches of warm sunlight shines on the porcelain bottle. There are more than a dozen Lily of the Valley flowers in broad leaves, and the petals are white. Because of the water, the wet area is slightly transparent. He reached out his fingertips and touched it.
Tiny, thin, lying among dark wood grains, like a lonely child.
That kid who has never met ... is he almost one year old? When did she come to the world? Is it a snowy day at the end of last year?
That day, the chaotic white blaze rushed to the front window glass, the wiper swayed at the highest frequency, and a solid snow cluster was built on the edge of the glass.
At dusk, the light was dim, and a blood-stained sheet in the closed cabin.
That was all he remembered.
The phone buzzed for a while, Zheng Feiyu took a look, and three new messages were pushed back and forth to the center of the screen:
Current place of residence: Qingguo Inn, No. 26, Luojing Town, Luojing City.
Business license legal person: Dai Xiao, 28 years old, Alpha.
Recent photos: [Picture].
His body stiffened, his face paled. I wanted to delete it directly on the main interface, but my fingers were shaking so much that I opened the message interface instead.
So he saw the photo attached to the letter.
In the small ancient town in the morning, the rays of light reflected a hazy hexagonal halo. A thin young man stood on the stone bridge, with his back to him, holding a baby with a little pigtail in his arms, exposing a pair of white and fat arms, like white jade tofu fished out of water.
Is this his daughter?
What's her name, who does she look like? Did she learn to call her dad?
When she called her father, did she sound good?
Zheng Feiyu was thinking about this, and suddenly he looked at him. He closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and when those eyes opened again, the excess temperature had disappeared from his pupils.
Sooner or later he will have a daughter, but not this one.
This one was born secretly by her despicable biological father in violation of the agreement and with some unspeakable purpose. It was unpopular, unrecognized, and should not even exist.
Zheng Fei deleted the photo expressionlessly, and then his eyes inevitably hovered over a familiar number at the top of the interface-he did not know who the owner of the number was, but he knew the other party was a private detective, He, at least the one at the time of the spouse attack, has been in contact with the other person for almost a week.
Because every morning, he would receive a report of the investigation impassably. He will drag the number to the black list, but the next day, it will definitely appear on the white list again, like a tumor that cannot be cut off.
Zheng Feiyu dragged down the screen. Last night's chat record was as many as five pages. During the communication process, he asked the other party to speed up the investigation with a near-threatening tone, and also added a surprising amount of investigation costs.
But when he was awake, he didn't remember it.
Except once again in vain to delete and pull black, Zheng Feiyu could do nothing.
Things are gradually moving out of control.
The board of supervisors has been following him, and the chair he sits in is unstable every day. If the problem cannot be solved as soon as possible, perhaps this Friday will really change hands.
Zheng Feiyu had no choice but to open the address book, find a number with the comment "Jiang Qi", and sent such a text message:
The clinic is waiting for me at 9 tonight.
Chapter Twenty
"You should really come early."