"ah!"

The sudden sound frightened Wenxin and caused him to stumble. His legs softened and he pulled hard, causing Wenxin to fall directly on top of him.

The hot chest was mixed with the hot breath coming from the man's nose, so warm and frightened that he almost had a myocardial infarction.

She said angrily: "You, you are not drunk?"

A smile escaped from Jun Mohan's lips, and he wanted to tell the truth, but looking at her face that was red from nervousness and shyness, he changed the subject, "Drunk, who are you?"

"Don't even try to take advantage of me."

Wen Xin exhaled a breath of turbid air, stood up with her hands on his chest, "You old man, you get drunk when you're drunk, you scared me to death."

"Who took advantage of you."

"But if you don't take advantage of him, you're a bastard," she said, tugging his nose hard. He was drunk anyway, so she could bully him at will.

Just then, the cell phone in her trouser pocket rang, "Who is it so late?"

Mumbling, he took out his phone and took a look, but he didn't expect it was Wen Yue.

She hung up angrily, and another unknown number continued to call, followed by many unknown calls. Wen Wenxin frowned and had to answer one.

"Hello!"

"Ms. Wen, I am a worker of the Wen Group. Your father owes me 130,000 yuan for the project. When will you pay me?"

He smiled warmly, "Hello, what does this have to do with me?"

"Wen Guoqiang is your father. Your sister said that you took out a lot of money when you left the Wen family. More than fifty of us migrant workers left their hometowns and came here to work for half a year. Your father owed us money and he was arrested.

, I can only ask you sisters to pay it back, your sister said you have it."

Wen Wen smiled angrily, "Brother, I'm afraid you're mistaken. Ask yourself. I was kicked out by the Wen family. How can I be rich?"

"You should ask your sister about this. Anyway, the father's debt is repaid by the son. This has been the eternal truth for thousands of years. If your sister hides, we can't find her. Then we will come to block you tomorrow. Your sister has already given you your address.

I'm sorry for killing us."

Wen Xin said in a deep voice: "I sympathize with you, but I really can't do anything..."

Before he finished speaking, the migrant worker hung up the phone.

Jun Mohan, who was on the ground, opened his eyes and his eyes fell on Wenxin, who was talking on the phone with a bad expression. He couldn't pretend anymore, so he stood up and leaned on the sofa with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at Wenxin.

Wen Xin's heart was very sad. She didn't expect that Wen Yue would step on her bottom line again and again. She had known that something happened to the Wen family, and Wen Yue would not let her be alone, but she still overestimated her despicability.

Investigate her address, give your own address to the workers, falsely accuse yourself of having a lot of money, and put yourself at risk.

This is what she did.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Xin turned around and met Jun Mohan's gaze, which was as deep as a black hole. She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe away her tears. She smiled lightly and said, "You are not drunk after all. You are just pretending."

Jun Mohan was stung by the hint of smile at the corner of her mouth, and looking at the tears that had not yet been wiped away from the corners of her eyes, he walked forward, stopped in front of her, and hugged her without saying anything.

Under the crystal lamp, his low and hoarse voice came, "Cry if you want, don't be afraid, I'm still here."

"Wow!" Wen Xin cried out. Her chin rested on his chest, her eyes rubbed against his clothes, and her whole body trembled from crying.

He just listened quietly and patted her back with both hands.

Soothing.

Didn't speak.

He knew her grievances.

Three minutes later, Wenxin left his chest that smelled of alcohol and said, "Okay, thank you uncle, I'm fine."

Jun Mohan looked at her swollen eyes and said calmly: "What happened?"

She took a breath and said: "It's unlucky to meet that kind of family. At best, they are the second young lady of the Wen family, and at worst, they are slaves. When the Wen family was glorious, I didn't take a penny from them. Even in the Wen family,

The little income earned from working will also be deducted from food and accommodation expenses.”

"Now the Wen family is in dire straits. My good sister Wen Yue said that I took away a lot of money from their family and asked the workers who wanted debts to ask me for it. I also gave them my address. They should come to block me tomorrow.

"

At this point, she was silent. Fortunately, she was unemployed. She didn't have to go to work. She could go out after passing the risk.

Jun Mohan frowned, and there was a hint of coldness in his beautiful eyes. Wen Yue could not hold back for a few days, and something was about to happen to the Mu family.

The Mu family had to wipe the Wen family's butts before the accident happened.

"Don't worry! I'll be here tomorrow, and even if you're blocking you, you're blocking me."

"No, just go to work and don't get involved. I can just take a few days off from work and there's nothing they can do to me."

Jun Mohan said calmly: "Okay, but trust me, it will be solved soon."

"Well, then I'm going to rest first."

Watching Wen Xin enter the room, Jun Mohan took out his cell phone to send a message.

[Mo Chen, I need all the news about Wen Yueming, the eldest daughter of the Wen family, the day after tomorrow.]

【Why do you want it?】

[Kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and treat the other person in his own way.]

[Okay, I’ll investigate immediately and send you a message.]

At three or four in the morning, Wenxin was awakened by the quarrel in the community. She immediately put on her clothes and went to the balcony. She saw three doormen and dozens of men in the distance arguing loudly.

Since Wenxin lived on the third floor, and the house was diagonally facing the door, she could see clearly. In addition, the men's voices were loud, so Wenxin got a general idea.

The migrant workers really came to ask for money, forty or fifty of them together, but the security guards refused to let them in, so there were quarrels and even a fight.

Wenxin quickly put on her clothes and walked out of the room. Jun Mohan, who heard the commotion, also came out and called to Wenxin who was about to open the door and go out.

"Wen Xin, you are crazy. If you go out at this time, those migrant workers will be very extreme because they have had an accident and failed to collect debts, which is not good for you, a weak woman."

Wen Wen turned around, a trace of urgency appeared on her pure face, and she said calmly: "It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, the weather is very cold, I sympathize with their experience, but this matter is not my fault, I will not bear it, but I can't just watch it either.

They went to extremes because they failed to collect debts, uncle, do you understand what I mean?"

Jun Mohan didn't expect that the thin woman in front of him would still think about others at this time, let alone a little girl. Even he didn't have the courage to face so many men alone.

She gave him more and more surprises.

"Okay, I'll accompany you and we'll talk together."

The migrant workers downstairs were arguing fiercely with the security guards. One of the security guards said: "If you continue to make trouble like this, I will call the police immediately."

"Call the police! You call the police! We are here to ask for money. The police can't do anything to us even if they come?"

Jun Mohan crossed Wenxin, strode up, and spoke to the security guard, but the security guard did not agree with so many people entering the house.

Jun Mohan said: "Hello, I am Miss Wenxin's husband. We have just learned about this matter. Now you send a few representatives to talk to me inside the house. Others please wait outside the community. I will definitely give everyone a satisfactory

's reply."

"But don't do anything, after all, you don't want to be caught in the police station, right?"

Wenxin also said: "Yes, please believe us, I am definitely not the Wen family's kind of person. I will not forgive myself if I don't explain. If possible, I can take you to ask for project funds."

Everyone was stunned, obviously not believing it.

Three minutes later, the negotiation was approved, and five migrant workers returned home with Wenxin Jun Mohan.

Wen Xin said: "You guys sit down! I'll get you a glass of water."

"No need to bother. We are here for one purpose today. When can you pay us the money you owe us?"

Jun Mohan said calmly: "How much does the Wen family owe you?"

The leader of the migrant workers took out a piece of paper with a lot of lists written on it, "This is the money we earned from more than 50 migrant workers who worked hard for half a year. The money varies per day, 300 days for big workers and 200 days for small workers.

There are also 150 days spent picking bricks and cement, and some casual workers. They are all old people in their sixties, which is not easy. The total arrears for half a year is less than 3 million."

Wen Xin frowned after hearing this, feeling very uncomfortable. Such an old man came to work and had no income. The Wen family really refreshed her outlook on life.

She said anxiously: "Wen Guoqiang is so useless, how can he owe so much? Didn't he pay you a penny to settle the bill?"

"The settlement is ridiculous. Our food expenses have all been subsidized. It's already September and the end of the year is about to come. We don't even have transportation fare to go home for the New Year."

"That's right! I came to work and raised eight or nine thousand from my family. Now I owe more than ten thousand on my credit card and Alipay."

"We worked every day and every night. We were not even allowed to take a break during the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival for a month. Each of us was given moon cakes to pass the time. Forget it. We originally thought that Wen Guoqiang would settle the accounts for us at the end of the year, but something happened."

"We are also desperate, otherwise we wouldn't come to you to ask for it. Girl, what your father did is not what people should do. The three migrant workers who died have been unable to solve the problem at home. They also have a sick mother, a child with cerebral palsy, and cancer.

My wife was ruined by your father like this."

Upon hearing this, Wen Xin said in a trembling voice: "I don't have this kind of father, he is just a beast."

Everyone was silent...

After a long time, Jun Mohan interrupted the silence and said, "I feel sorry for what you are going through. I work in Jun's Group, under Mr. Jun. A few days ago, our Mr. Jun has sent the company's legal department to discuss this matter with you.

do you know?"

"I know, Mr. Jun kindly asked us to join their company, and even offered to help us with the lawsuit, but those are dead, only when the money is in our hands can we live. We can't wait for the lawsuit, after all, the lawsuit is a
To be continued...