Zhao Wanqing, Zhao Sanjia, and even countless people at the scene were all dumbfounded, and at the same time felt incredible.

Zhou Zhenghe, who had been thunderous before, was aggrieved and begged for peace in a blink of an eye, and began to speak kindly to Ning Chen, and even ruthlessly let his own grandson bow his head to Ning Chen again and admit his mistake.

This is the chairman of the Fengtian Academy of Fine Arts, in the past, he was high and had a big family, who saw it, and he was polite?

But today, this old man lowered his head helplessly towards Ning Chen.

Although he did not whisper and grovel, the attitude of surrender at that moment was like being crushed by the last straw.

"The reason why you haven't seen a young man like me is because your vision was too low and your status was too low before, so you were destined not to see me."

Zhou Zhenghe muttered to himself in his heart, this sentence was what Ning Chen had just told him.

At this moment, it is so appropriate to take a closer look at it.

In today's world, it is all about capital, power and even connections.

If you can't stand in the position where you can dominate all beings at a thought, then any powerful family can easily change the gears of your destiny.

Sometimes, you just need to flick your fingers.

Zhou Zhenghe knew that Ning Chen, who was standing ten meters away from the front and had his back to him, was the big man who could flick his fingers and make the industry he had worked so hard to run for decades disappear overnight.

"I have a good temper, I don't want your grandson to lack arms and legs, as long as he is honest and obedient and kneeling here today, after a day and a night, he will get out."

Ning Chen still had his back to Zhou Zhenghe.

His tone is very easy-going, and he is so easy-going that anyone sounds like he can't refute it.

Zhou Zhenghe took a deep breath, looking at Ning Chen's slender and tall back with complicated eyes, faintly, as if he saw a majestic and handsome mountain standing on top of the sky.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Do you really want me to kneel here? ”

Zhou Xun's whole face was as white as snow, he was used to flying and domineering in the past, and now he was suddenly hit by this, and he definitely couldn't accept it in his heart.

So he cried and cried to Zhou Zhenghe and made a miserable show.

After all, this is his own grandfather, who loves himself the most on weekdays, and he is willing to shout a few words, but Zhou Zhenghe is soft-hearted, so he saves himself.

Zhou Zhenghe looked down at his grandson, who was not a weapon, and his stomach was full of ghosts.

Today, things have come to this point, and Zhou Zhenghe actually knows it best.

If it weren't for Zhou Xun's entanglement with Zhao Wanqing, if it weren't for Zhao Wanqing's irreversible relationship with Ning Chen, if it weren't for Zhou Xun's unscrupulous provocation and even humiliation of Ning Chen when he thought that he had such a grandfather's support......

As long as one of these three articles is not true, things will not come to this point today.

"Bear the iniquity of your own making."

Zhou Zhenghe dropped such a sentence angrily, turned around and left.

Zhou Xun's expression turned pale, "Grandpa, grandpa, you save me, save me......"

Zhou Zhenghe stubbornly turned around and left, but when he passed Zhao Sanjia, he glanced at it with a few meaningful eyes.

The two old men, who had been close friends in the past, gradually parted ways because of the problem of teaching philosophy, and today is the first time they have met after a year and a half.

"Can you ......" Zhou Zhenghe knew the relationship between Zhao Sanjia and Ning Chen, so he temporarily made up his mind and turned to Zhao Sanjia.

Zhao Sanjia sighed, shook his head and said, "You know better than me how arrogant Zhou Xun was in front of him, and now that he has fallen to this point, he is completely to blame. ”

"Understood." Zhou Zhenghe sighed and finally left.

Zhou Xun also wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he turned his head to look at Ning Chen, Hongyao, and he really didn't have the courage in his heart.

Zhao Sanjia and Zhao Wanqing also left quietly.

In the huge villa, Zhou Xun faced Ning Chen, kneeling on his knees, embarrassed like a dog.

Ning Chen spread out his hands and played the children's game of 'you shoot one, I shoot one' with the red medicine that seems to be nothing more than nothing.

Zhou Xunton felt ashamed and indignant, this bastard had made himself so miserable, and now he was still interested in playing such a low-IQ game.

"I ......" Zhou Xun really wanted to cry on his back.

The next day, early in the morning.

Ning Chen returned to his office, and about twenty minutes later, Murong Qingyi came.

"Brother Ning." Murong Qingyi approached Ning Chen with a smile, took a deep breath, and sat on Ning Chen's lap very invisibly.

Today's Murong Qingyi was wearing a well-trimmed gray uniform, and his whole body was wrapped in a well-proportioned and attractive manner.

This stupid girl.

Don't know that early morning is the time when men's desires are the strongest?

is so grinding, and he is not afraid of misfire.

"The property rights of the Academy of Fine Arts were obtained yesterday." Murong Qingyi explained to Ning Chen.

Ning Chen nodded, his expression was flat, there was no wind or waves.

Murong Qingyi didn't have any surprised expression, in the past many years, whatever Brother Ning did in her eyes, he gave people a feeling of victory.

Especially the more you deal with the big things, the more calm you can be.

Although Ning Chen is now missing some of his memories, his personal temperament and personality are gradually in line with before, and this kind of light and breezy appearance at this moment is fascinating.

"I have customized a suit for you, and you can use it when you attend the group meeting of the senior management of the Academy of Fine Arts." Murong Qingyi said.

Yesterday, the property rights of the Academy of Fine Arts were officially negotiated, and Zhou Zhenghe had already signed the consent form for the transfer of property rights, and according to the process, Ning Chen signed his name again, and the Academy of Fine Arts completely changed its name and surname.

However, Ning Chen has no intention of getting involved in the ownership of the Academy of Fine Arts, so he plans to transfer this property right to others today, and the specific content will be discussed after the meeting begins.

Ning Chen touched his nose, "Is it necessary to mobilize the crowd so much?" ”

"I don't care." Murong Qingyi pulled Ning Chen up, reached out to unbutton him, and muttered, quite unreasonable, "I finally found a professional tailor to make it overnight, you have to wear it." ”

Ning Ci had no choice but to get up, but because the two sides were too close, he suddenly got up, and his forehead seemed to hit something that shouldn't have been hit.

Murong Qingyi blushed instantly, immediately turned his back to Ning Chen, and inhaled deeply.

Ning Chen quipped, "If you take off your clothes halfway, you won't care about me?" ”

The words were vague and pun-indented.

With Murong Qingyi's IQ, how could he not hear it?

"Hey." Ning Chen saw that Murong Qingyi had his back to him, and he didn't move for a long time, so he took the initiative to call out.

Murong Qingyi touched his nose and turned around secretly, and at this turn, Ning Chen found that this girl, her face was flushed, and her eyes were blinking faintly with a strange aura.