Zhou Yingying stopped suddenly, and did not look back or nodded.

After a while, Zhang Jun's realistic and naive voice came from behind: "More than one million, Zhou Yingying, you should be content! Not to mention heaven and earth, even second-tier stars in China, it's only the price!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yingying turned her head in a frosty mask, stared at Zhang Jun, and said word by word: "Mr. Zhang is sorry, I'm too expensive, you can't afford it!"

As he said that, Zhou Yingying took the bag and walked towards the cashier without hesitation.

"Haha, what are you pretending to be with me?" Zhang Jun sat on the chair, looking at Zhou Yingying's leaving Qianying with a gloomy look: "After a year and a half, I have been from a real estate consultant to the position of the district manager of the Daheng sales department. I am still pretending to be noble here, are you cheating?"

As soon as Zhang Jun finished speaking, Zhang Fan, wearing flip flops and beach pants, pushed the door and entered the Chinese restaurant and rushed straight to the restaurant.

Zhang Fan has actually been here for a while. He deliberately stood at the door for a while, and looked at him from afar and didn't go in, just to see his wife Zhou Yingying's reaction.

Now, Zhou Yingying's reaction did not disappoint Zhang Fan!

After Zhang Fan entered the door, he held Zhou Yingying's shoulders with a smile on his face, then hugged Zhou Yingying and returned the same way, heading straight for Zhang Jun.

When Zhou Yingying saw Zhang Fan, a hint of surprise appeared on her pretty face, as if she was wondering why Zhang Fan was coming, but she didn't ask much about this occasion at the moment.

Zhang Jun glanced at Zhang Fan coldly, took out one and ignited it with the world, and said sarcastically: "Haha, I said Zhou Yingying, why did you suddenly change your mind? It turned out that this cowardly supervisor was watching at the door!"

Zhou Yingying raised her eyebrows and her delicate body trembled slightly when she heard this: "Mr. Zhang! Don't spit on others with blood. When will I promise you something dirty?!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and stared at her: "Yingying, no need to explain, I believe you."

Zhou Yingying breathed a little relieved. Although Zhou Yingying was sorry for Zhang Fan's husband, she had a relationship for seven years, so she still cared about Zhang Fan's attitude.

Zhang Jun's eyes were filled with a hint of jealousy and unwillingness. It was not a day or two that he had been greedy for Zhou Yingying. Since he first met Zhou Yingying about three months ago, he had been shocked by the latter. If he hadn't been worried about causing adverse social impacts, he would have long used unconventional means.

"Okay, don't deceive each other." Zhang Jun looked at Zhang Fan with contempt: "Zhang Fan, do you ask Yingying to go back first, let's talk a few words alone?"

Zhang Fan was stunned, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. He nodded and whispered to Zhou Yingying, "Yingying, you go back first, leave it to me!"

Zhou Yingying didn't know what the two big men were going to talk about, but she was very worried about Zhang Fan.

When she first met Zhang Fan, she remembered it very clearly that Zhang Fan's temper was quite impulsive. She had fought several times for her, so he was a little worried that Zhang Fan would do something irrational when he was impulsive.

Zhou Yingying looked at Zhang Fan with a little worry on her face, lowered her voice and said, "Zhang Fan... Don't be impulsive. Zhang Jun is still a well-known figure in our Hecheng City and has a certain influence. Don't speak too hard, keep your temper, don't offend him too much."

"Don't worry, I know it."

After Zhang Fan repeatedly promised that he would not do anything randomly, Zhou Yingying finally agreed to leave and gave the two of them a separate space.

After watching Zhou Yingying leave the Chinese restaurant, Zhang Jun's eyes fell on Zhang Fan: "Zhang Fan, are you the son-in-law who came to the Zhou family? How have you been in the Zhou family in the past few years?"

Zhang Fan glanced at him, "How is my life good, what does it have to do with you?"

Zhang Jun crossed his legs and said, "I have checked you. I have been to the house for seven years. You do the housework, such as washing clothes, mopping the floor and cooking. It is said that you pour Zhou Yingying's foot washing water? Haha, Zhang Fan, are you not humble when you say that your husband is like this?"

Zhang Fan's face froze and said coldly: "My wife, I am willing to spoil her and protect her. Even if I spoil the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, what's the matter? Is it your turn to point fingers?"

"Don't hide your incompetence and humility in the name of pampering." Zhang Jun took a deep breath of cigarettes, pointed at a couple eating big lobsters on the table next door, and said, "All men, just talk about it. Did you see that young couple? I have been married to my wife for more than 20 years. More than 20 years ago, she ate shrimps and ate one, and I immediately peeled ten of them for her. Twenty years later, I didn't even have the interest to peel clothes for her. Haha, you talk to me about pampering and having feelings. What's wrong? You two are in your first love and haven't passed the honeymoon period yet?"

Seeing that Zhang Fan didn't reply, Zhang Jun continued, "This dish is a delicious dish. After seven years of eating it, I'm tired of it. For example, Cao Cao in the Three Kingdoms always cares about other people's wives. Isn't this the same truth?"

Zhang Fanmu stared at him expressionlessly: "Zhang Jun, are you leaving me alone just to talk about this?"

"Swish"

After hearing this, Zhang Jun took out a brush from his pocket and wrote a check, pushing it to Zhang Fan, "This is a check worth two million. If you agree to divorce Yingying, it's yours."

Seeing this, Zhang Fan was shocked: "What do you mean? Are you going to spend money on me?"

Zhang Jun didn't raise his head: "Your last job was at Jinke Electronics Factory, and your monthly salary was over 4,000. These two million yuan is enough for you to eat or drink for forty years. Young people, be realistic and give yourself some benefits."

As soon as Zhang Jun finished speaking, before Zhang Fan could respond, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Zhang Jun took out his cell phone and saw that it was his cousin and the chairman of the company.

Zhang Jun immediately answered: "Hey, what's the matter with me?"

Zhang Jun did not avoid Zhang Fan when answering the phone, and he intended to show off his connections and strength in front of the latter, so he turned on the hands-free.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Jun’s cousin Zhang Zhiwei’s mellow voice came: “Lao Jun, have you taken eight shops on Xingsha Street?”

Zhang Jun was stunned: "Yes, brother, how do you know about this?"

"I not only know, but also know that you want to use this unspoken rule to others. Daheng's sales department manager! Lao Jun, I tell you, you should stop immediately by doing unspoken rule. Have you heard?"

Zhang Jun's face turned red: "Brother, who are you talking nonsense? There's nothing to do."

On the phone, Zhang Zhiwei's voice was unquestionable: "Don't ask too much. If you want to be happy, buy the shop, and you will take it away immediately! Otherwise, if there are any consequences, don't blame me, the elder brother for not reminding you!"

Zhang Zhiwei spoke very sternly. After so many years, Zhang Jun rarely heard this cousin talking to him in such a tone.

Now Zhang Jun realized the seriousness of the problem, so his face looked a little embarrassed.

After being scolded by his cousin, Zhang Jun looked up and saw Zhang Fan looking at him with a smile on his face.

A question mark suddenly popped up in Zhang Jun's heart: Could it be that this kid greeted his cousin?

But soon, he denied this idea again. It was hard for him to believe that a down-and-out street stall man was full of street stalls and had the ability to talk to his cousin.

But if it weren't for Zhang Fan, who would it be? Is his wife Zhou Yingying? This is even more impossible. If Zhou Yingying had this relationship, why would she come to meet her tonight?

At this moment, Zhang Jun muttered in his heart.

Zhang Fan looked at Zhang Jun with a smile, then got up and took the check in front of him, tore it apart and threw it into the trash can. Then he bent down slightly and leaned over to look at Zhang Jun, "Mr. Zhang, you just talked to me about so many big things, and I want to talk to you too."

Zhang Jun was stunned, raised his head slightly, and frowned at Zhang Fan: "What do you want to say?"

Zhang Fan reached out to pat Zhang Jun's shoulder and said expressionlessly: "This money is like underwear. You have to have it, but you don't have to show that you have it when you meet everyone!"

After saying that, Zhang Fan turned around and left with great strides.
Chapter completed!