Chapter 216 He is the same as you, and his surname is Chen!
Chapter 216 His surname is Chen, just like you!
At night, the originally peaceful Zhang family became panicked because of a phone call.
After receiving the call, Zhang Shengguang immediately dialed Zhang Qianqian's number without saying anything.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off." The phone was connected, and the beautiful voice of the voice lady came from the receiver.
To Zhang Shengguang, this sound was like a demonic sound coming from hell, making his face look extremely ugly.
Hanging up the phone angrily, Zhang Shengguang dialed a number again. The owner of the number was Nanny Xiaoyun.
As before, the call was quickly connected, and the familiar voice of Nanny Xiaoyun came from the receiver: "Hello, Mr. Zhang."
"Xiaoyun, take Qianqian home immediately!" Zhang Shengguang said in an unquestionable tone.
go home?
Hearing these two words suddenly, Nanny Xiaoyun couldn't help being stunned, and then instinctively said: "Mr. Zhang, the lady hasn't received an intravenous drip yet..."
"Where did you come from with all the nonsense? Take her home immediately!" Zhang Shengguang shouted angrily. Obviously, in his opinion, seeing Chen Fei was far more important than getting an intravenous drip.
It seemed that Zhang Shengguang had never been so angry. Nanny Xiaoyun on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment.
However, before she could reply again, Zhang Shengguang hung up the phone with a bang.
"Miss, Mr. Zhang..." Nanny Xiaoyun closed her cell phone and spoke to Zhang Qianqian with an ugly face. However, she couldn't say the next words anyway, and she only felt a little bitter in her mouth.
She knew very well that at this moment, Zhang Qianqian's fever exceeded thirty-nine degrees and she had to go to the hospital for treatment!
In such a situation, she really couldn't figure out whether Zhang Qianqian's body or the so-called illusory future was more important in the eyes of her snobbish parents.
"Aunt Yun, I know, he wants me to see that man." Because of her fever, Zhang Qianqian's face was very pale, and her speech was weak and weak.
Looking at the self-mockery on Zhang Qianqian's face and the grievance in her eyes, Nanny Xiaoyun couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart!
As Zhang Qianqian's nanny, she has basically been half of Zhang Qianqian's mother over the years, so she naturally understands Zhang Qianqian's situation very well.
In her opinion, since Zhang Qianqian's grandparents passed away, Zhang Qianqian has basically not received warmth in this family.
In a sense, Zhang Qianqian is the victim of Zhang Shengguang and his wife in order to realize their ideals and wishes!
Although she felt that Zhang Shengguang had gone too far and sympathized with Zhang Qianqian, as a nanny, she was not qualified to care about these things and had no ability to change everything.
"Uncle Wang, let's make a U-turn. We're not going to the hospital. Let's go home!" Just as nanny Xiaoyun sighed secretly, Zhang Qianqian said to the driver, without any emotion in her tone.
The driver was a man about forty years old. He was Zhang Shengguang’s full-time driver, so he naturally knew Zhang Shengguang’s character very well.
Although he also sympathized with Zhang Qianqian, he said nothing. Instead, he turned at the intersection twenty meters ahead and tried to return home through a road.
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Qianqian, who looked quite ugly, returned home with the support of Xiaoyun's nanny.
"Qianqian, go and change clothes quickly. Mom has already chosen the clothes." Seeing Zhang Qianqian return home, her mother Feng Ting jumped up from the sofa and said excitedly.
Zhang Qianqian's heart ached, but she nodded expressionlessly, and then walked to her bedroom with the support of nanny Xiaoyun.
Zhang Shengguang and his wife were originally worried that Zhang Qianqian would lose his temper and not go to see Chen Fei, but when they saw Zhang Qianqian nodding in agreement, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Later, with the support of nanny Xiaoyun, Zhang Qianqian returned to the bedroom.
On the bed in the bedroom, there is a black evening dress, and in front of the bed is a pair of black high heels. The shoes are summer.
Seeing all this, Zhang Qianqian's body trembled uncontrollably, her eye circles turned red, and tears instantly flowed down into her mouth, filled with a bitter taste.
"Miss!" Upon noticing Zhang Qianqian's abnormality, Nanny Xiaoyun's expression changed. She immediately supported Zhang Qianqian and said, "Miss, you are very ill and your high fever persists. You must not wear this suit, otherwise your condition will be worse."
It will get worse!”
"It's okay, Aunt Yun. Since they are patient, I have nothing to be afraid of!" Tears flowed into Zhang Qianqian's mouth. She slowly opened her slightly white lips and said softly: "The worst-case scenario is death from illness!"
Nanny Xiaoyun looked anxious: "Miss... you can't say angry words! Your body is your own."
"Aunt Yun, it's useless. In their eyes, meeting that man is far more important than my body, otherwise... they wouldn't let me come back." Zhang Qianqian laughed at herself, and then began to take off her clothes.
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"Alas!" Nanny Xiaoyun sighed deeply, then picked out a mink coat for Zhang Qianqian from the closet, and said: "Miss, put this coat on first on the way, and don't take it off again when you get to the place.
Chi. Also, I'll get you some water, and you should take the medicine before you go."
"Yeah." Zhang Qianqian nodded silently, with an expression like a living dead.
A few minutes later, Zhang Qianqian put on that gorgeous and expensive evening dress and put on the pair of shoes that cost 80,000 yuan.
Although the temperature in the room was quite high, her body was still shivering slightly because of her fever.
Nanny Xiaoyun, who came into the house with a glass of boiled water, saw this scene and felt heartbroken. She immediately put down the water glass and put the mink coat on Zhang Qianqian. Then she found Zhang Qianqian's medicine and gave it to her.
Zhang Qianqian ate it.
After taking the medicine, Zhang Qianqian did not go down immediately. Instead, she went to the bedroom bathroom to wash her face, and then spent fifteen minutes putting on makeup.
"Qianqian, hurry up, or you'll get angry!" Downstairs, Zhang Shengguang and his wife couldn't wait any longer. Seeing Zhang Qianqian walking down, Feng Ting couldn't help but shout.
When Zhang Shengguang saw Zhang Qianqian wearing a mink coat, he instinctively wanted to say something. But then he thought that Zhang Qianqian was still having a fever, so he didn't say anything more.
Then Zhang Shengguang and his wife dragged Zhang Qianqian out of their home and headed to the Oriental Riverside Hotel.
Forty minutes later, Zhang Shengguang and his wife took Zhang Qianqian into the Oriental Riverside Hotel and entered the elevator under the guidance of the waiter.
"Qianqian, don't make a sad face, smile more, like you always do." In the elevator, Feng Ting saw Zhang Qianqian's dull expression and couldn't help but remind her.
"I'm not asking you to climb mountains of knives and descend into seas of fire. As for putting on a bitter face?" Zhang Shengguang frowned, his tone was quite dissatisfied. Apparently he was worried that Zhang Qianqian with this expression would not be liked by Chen Fei.
Facing the two of them, Zhang Qianqian stared at the elevator blankly, in a daze.
Soon, the elevator reached the floor where the box was located.
At the door of the box, Secretary Zhou had been waiting for a long time, with a somewhat impatient expression on his face.
Seeing Zhang Shengguang and Zhang Qianqian appear, Secretary Zhou rushed to greet him, scolded him with a cold face, and said: "Zhang Shengguang, what did you do? It's been more than an hour!"
"Um... Secretary Zhou, I'm really sorry, the traffic jam on the road is too heavy." Zhang Shengguang said apologetically, his attitude was completely different from when he faced Zhang Qianqian.
Ignoring Zhang Shengguang's explanation, Secretary Zhou looked Zhang Qianqian up and down with a straight face, and then said coldly to Zhang Shengguang and Feng Ting: "Your daughter can just go in, you don't have to go in."
"Okay, okay!" Faced with Secretary Zhou's request, Zhang Shengguang's parents nodded and bowed in response, not daring to refuse at all.
"Take off your outer coat and give it to your parents. What are they wearing? They are nondescript." Seeing Zhang Shengguang and his wife agree, Secretary Zhou added.
"Qianqian, come here, Mom will take it off for you." Feng Ting helped Zhang Qianqian take off her fur coat with a smile on her face.
Without the cover of the mink coat, Zhang Qianqian's standard S-shaped curve was completely exposed to Secretary Zhou's eyes. He looked up and down and nodded: "It still looks like that. Come with me."
With that said, Secretary Zhou took the lead and walked at the front, followed by Zhang Qianqian expressionlessly.
"***Chen is in a bad mood today. Your expression is too dull. Smile more, otherwise it will be difficult to make him angry." When he came to the door of the box, Secretary Zhou whispered.
Hearing Secretary Zhou's words, Zhang Qianqian, who had been silent all this time, glanced at Secretary Zhou expressionlessly, with extremely indifferent eyes: "Don't you think you talk too much nonsense?"
As Chen Fei's secretary, this is not the first time that he has helped Chen Fei arrange such things. In his memory, among the girls who wanted to meet Chen Fei in the past, which one did not treat him as a grandfather?
After those girls met him, they had endless nice things to say, and some even secretly stuffed their bank cards, so wasn't it just so that he could say something nice in front of Chen Fei?
How can anyone be as arrogant and unreasonable as Zhang Qianqian??
However... before Secretary Zhou could recover from the shock, Zhang Qianqian dismissed him as air and pushed the door open directly.
"You..." Seeing Zhang Qianqian's actions, Secretary Zhou was almost scared out of his wits - he knew very well that Chen Fei's biggest taboo was not knocking when someone came in.
Not caring about teaching Zhang Qianqian a lesson, Secretary Zhou quickly quickened his pace, jumped into the box, and walked in front of Zhang Qianqian in a few steps.
In the private room, Chen Fei, who was originally standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the night view outside the window, suddenly turned his head when he heard the sound of opening the door, his expression extremely gloomy.
"Chen ***, I..." Sensing the anger flashing in Chen Fei's eyes, Secretary Zhou's cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, trying to explain something.
Chen Fei narrowed his eyes slightly: "Secretary Zhou, you go out first."
"Yes, Chen ***." Secretary Zhou bowed respectfully, then walked out with weak legs, and closed the door of the box. When he went out, the shirt inside him was completely soaked, and he had a frightened expression on his face.
At the same time, in the private room, Zhang Qianqian looked at Chen Fei expressionlessly, showing no fear or any manner of trying to please.
"You seem a little unhappy." Chen Fei saw Zhang Qianqian's lukewarm expression, raised his brows slightly, and said in a deep voice.
Hearing what Chen Fei said, Zhang Qianqian's originally pale face showed a signature charming smile, and said: "Being able to meet someone like you Chen *** is a blessing that Qianqian has cultivated for eight hundred years. How could this happen?
Are you unhappy?"
"Oh?" Zhang Qianqian's sudden change of face surprised Chen Fei. He looked at Zhang Qianqian again, and finally focused on Zhang Qianqian's enchanting eyes, and asked: "Then why did you look like this before?
An expression of bitterness and hatred?"
"I'm not feeling well today. I have a cold and a fever." Zhang Qianqian smiled and said, "I hope *** Chen won't be angry with the little girl."
"That's it." Seeing that Zhang Qianqian still knew the general situation, the smile gradually returned to Chen Fei's face, and he said in a condescending tone: "Your father tried to introduce you to me through some connections and become my daughter-in-law.
Friends, even future wives."
"I know." Zhang Qianqian replied tepidly.
Perhaps he didn't expect Zhang Qianqian to be so calm, so Chen Fei was slightly surprised. Then he lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said with an arrogant look: "Your parents must have told you my identity. I won't hide it from you either."
, although you can be described as excellent compared to ordinary girls, but you are not qualified to be my wife."
Chen Fei didn't feel anything wrong with saying such arrogant words, because... when he harmed those women in Suzhou, he never concealed his arrogance.
"As for girlfriend..." After a slight pause, Chen Fei said with a smile: "This is even more impossible! Because, there is no role of girlfriend in my life."
Zhang Qianqian remained silent, with a listening expression.
"Your performance is slightly better than I expected." As if he was satisfied with Zhang Qianqian's performance, Chen Fei slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said proudly: "But... your identity is destined, you can only be me
A lover or even a plaything!
Whoosh!
As soon as Chen Fei said these words, a look full of hatred flashed in Zhang Qianqian's eyes.
Chen Fei seemed not to notice this: "Even so, I think you should be grateful for this, because this means that the identity and status of you and your parents will undergo earth-shaking changes in the future!"
"Really?" This time, Zhang Qianqian smiled, with no trace of the sarcasm in her smile.
Seemingly sensing the sarcasm in Zhang Qianqian's smile, Chen Fei frowned: "What, you're not happy?"
"There is only one man in this world that I, Zhang Qianqian, can willingly be my lover and plaything." Chen Fan's figure appeared in his mind. Zhang Qianqian raised his head slightly, straightened his spine, like a proud little peacock.
He said word by word: "You are not qualified!!"
Zhang Qianqian's decisive words rang in his ears, and Zhang Qianqian's proud and arrogant expression appeared in his eyes. Chen Fei was violently shaken, and then he seemed to have been slapped in the face. His face turned purple, and his tone became even more terrifyingly low:
"who is he?"
"His surname is Chen, just like you." A happy smile that could not be concealed slowly appeared on the corner of Zhang Qianqian's mouth.
Your surname is Chen?
Chen Fei's heart was shaken, a bad intuition came out, and the muscles on his face were completely twisted together: "Chen what?"
"Chen Fan."
Zhang Qianqian gently, slowly and proudly spoke out the name that had been engraved deep in her heart.
