Chapter 237: school belle broken hand

Chapter 237 The school belle broke her hand

The army was defeated like a mountain, and Feng's original glorious side completely collapsed after one night.

Lost the cooperation of Murong's family, and other business partners also terminated the contract so quickly that people didn't even realize it.

Patriarch Feng's temples seemed to have turned white a lot in one night, the melancholy deepened the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the whole office was moaning.

"What's the situation..." He still can't figure it out.

This sudden action seemed to be planned by someone behind the scenes, first the Murong family, and then other people did it together.

The manipulation of the person behind him made him powerless, and he couldn't even find out who was targeting him.

And all of this originated from that "accident" accident. From the moment Murong Qiao's hand was injured, the meaning of this matter became different in Huo Yichen's heart.

In terms of status, the Huo family is still the leader now. As the heir, Huo Yichen cut off those companies that were still in contact with the Feng family with just one word.

His actions did not stop there. In the past two days, news reports of corruption and bribery have been released one after another by the Feng Group. All the traces of favoritism and fraud have been uncovered, and many members of the Feng family have been imprisoned, waiting for them What is the prison meal for the next few years.

Of course, Feng Xinyao will not let her go.

Murong Qiao didn't know anything about the outside world, but he heard another piece of news shortly after the welcome party.

"The school girl's hand is broken?" Murong Qiao looked at Yang Xin suspiciously.

Yang Xin nodded sharply, "Many people on the forum are talking about this."

She sent the post to Murong Qiao to read, and at the same time she felt secretly relieved. She had long been unhappy seeing Feng Xinyao, but seeing her injured this time, Yang Xin somewhat gloated.

Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows, surprised but at the same time felt that this sounded a bit strange.

She clicked on that post, and saw all kinds of discussions among the students.

—I see that Xiaohua hasn't come to class for the past two days, so it won't hurt so badly, right?

—I know, I know, she seemed to be invited by a boy to watch a game on the basketball court, but she happened to be hit by a flying basketball and broke her hand. It was scary to watch!

—So outrageous?

Everything was said on the forum, Murong Qiao took a quick glance and understood the general outline of what happened.

Hitted by a flying basketball...

Murong Qiao's eyes flickered, and she closed that post again, keeping this incident in her heart.

Feng Xinyao's injuries were much worse than Murong Qiao's back then. The basketball was so fierce and fast that it hit her and she fell to the ground.

It took half a month just to recover from the injury before returning to school activities.

It was lunch time at that time, Murong Qiao went to the cafeteria with two roommates to eat, and happened to meet Feng Xinyao who had just returned to school.

"Look, Qiao Qiao!" Yang Xin touched Murong Qiao with his elbow.

Murong Qiao followed her gaze and looked in that direction.

A touch of familiar white came into view, Murong Qiao immediately recognized the bandage, and then saw Feng Xinyao who was standing in the crowd queuing for dinner.

It's been a long time since I saw her, her face seemed to be paler, one hand was tightly bound by a bandage, and was hung around her neck with a fixed strap, her frowning look looked fragile.

Murong Qiao didn't hide her gaze, so Feng Xinyao noticed it immediately, and turned to look in Murong Qiao's direction.

The eyes of the two collided in the air.

"..." Murong Qiao didn't speak, nor did he dodge.

She just stood there and looked at Feng Xinyao quietly, but from Feng Xinyao's eyes, she read a flash of... resentment?

Murong Qiao blinked, and then he didn't see it again, as if that moment was just an illusion of his own.

The eyes of the two met in the air for less than ten seconds, and then staggered, as if nothing happened.

Different from Murong Qiongqiao's plain mood, Feng Xinyao almost couldn't suppress the anger in her heart the moment she saw Murong Qiao.

She had a bad time at school some time ago. She broke her hand and went home to recuperate, only to find that the situation at home was not much better. The company was suppressed far less than before, and the pressure was surprisingly high.

Murong Qiao...

Feng Xinyao silently recited a name in her heart, feeling anxious but helpless.

Her instinct suspected that it was Murong Qiao who did it, but she couldn't find any actual evidence to prove it, so she could only write down these grudges temporarily and hold them in her heart.

The school is rarely calm, and nothing major happened after the orientation party.

Murong Qiao's life is as usual, but Nan's company is gradually declining.

As the first heir and the eldest brother in the family, Nanxuan immediately stood up to help Nankang share the pressure.

This is also the first time he has formally accepted the family business. Nanxuan is very interested in going to the company to take over, even a little eager to try.

He has his own office, and as soon as he arrives at the company, he asks the secretary to sort out the company's current situation and send it over.

"...these." But the more he looked at the document, his brows became tighter, "Is that all?"

There is not a single piece of good news on a stack of papers in your hand.

Nanxuan thought it was because his father was old, but it was just a little poor management, and Nankang didn't elaborate on the company's situation before.

Nan Xuan didn't feel a headache until he saw it with his own eyes and saw the size of the hole behind each document.

Just when he thought these were the worst-case scenario, the secretary shook his head.

The secretary took a few steps back, and pushed in a small car from the door. The documents and materials on it were half the height of a person, "These are all."

The company is like an empty shell riddled with holes, completely blown in by the strong wind. Before the repair is finished here, a bigger one is broken there.

"I see..." Nan Xuan took a deep breath, "Go down first."

He sighed, and waved his hand to let the secretary leave, while he opened a file and opened it for a detailed look.

The enthusiasm that had just arrived at the company was wiped out by the impact of the facts, Nanxuan's temples jumped, and his forehead hurt badly.

No matter what, as long as there is still business, there is room for turning around. Nanxuan looked at the recent projects, found a reliable one and made an appointment for dinner.

Fortunately, the company's deficit is not so exaggerated, and it is not a problem for the hotel to book a luxurious private room.

"Mr. Xiang." Nanxuan greeted calmly in a suit and leather shoes.

In order to show sincerity, and because he has just inherited the company, so he must not be too young and energetic, Nanxuan waited early in the private room.

Xiang is always a middle-aged man with a big belly, and the top of his head in the Mediterranean Sea is shining brightly.

He shook hands with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Nan."

It is common to discuss business at the dinner table, and a few glasses of wine are always unavoidable.

Nanxuan poured hot liquor into his throat, although his face was red, but his reason was still there.

He clinked glasses with a smile, and said as if unintentionally, "For this project, I—"

Before Nanxuan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Xiang.

"No hurry, no hurry, let's have a drink first!" Mr. Xiang narrowed his eyes with a smile, as if he was drunk. "This wine is rare, and it will not be made until spring..."

Xiang is always a wine addict, and he talked about the origin of wine while chatting, and he seemed very interested.

Seeing this, Nanxuan also stopped talking appropriately, and started drinking again in an attempt to relax Mr. Xiang and everyone's vigilance.

As a result, while drinking, a double image appeared in front of his eyes. After a meal, Mr. Xiang left the private room for five minutes before the drunken Nanxuan vaguely remembered that his goal seemed to have not been accomplished.