The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 72

    "The land is intended to build a commercial residential area. There is news in the interior that the subway is about to be repaired, and the land price will be changed immediately. If you let it out, the board of directors is definitely not willing."

    Song The assistant was very euphemistic. It is no longer a question of whether people are willing to die because of money. If Jiang Wenxu wants to go on such a slapstick, the board of directors will have to kill him.

    "We are not working on this project, so let's find more bits and pieces for them to worry about. Moreover, the initial investment in that piece of land is too large, and so much money will also delay other things." Jiang Wenxu rubbed. Rubbing the sore temples.

    "But..."

    "Okay," Jiang Wenxu waved his hand: "I'm worried enough now. I'll go to the company to talk about something in two days. I squinted for a while and called me when I got home.

    Assistant Song quietly silenced and concentrated on driving. It

    arrived in more than forty minutes, Assistant Song stopped the car, Jiang Wenxu was already asleep, and he hadn't rested much these days.

    "Mr. Jiang? "

    Jiangwen Xu sleep very shallow, just stopped the car he woke up, just tired, and even keep my eyes open.

    " Ah, tomorrow you do not go to the company, phone, etc. I came here to meet me. Jiang Wenxu opened his eyes, raised his hand to tighten his collar, pushed the door and got out of the car: "Someone from the company asked and said that I hadn't come back. "

    He walked into the unit and swiped the elevator with his card. When he was busy outside, he felt less lonely, but when he returned home, when he was alone in the cold, the suffocating atmosphere could drive people crazy. .

    Jiang Wenxu opened the door lock with his fingerprints, entered the house stupidly, lighting up all the lights one by one, and then he fell on his back on the sofa and took out a book from under the pillow.

    Jian Ge's collection of essays, the title page and his own handwritten characters.

    After He Zhishu left, Jiang Wenxu found the book in the study. When He Zhishu couldn't stand it, he would read it carefully. This was his new habit.

    Recently, Jiang Wenxu always inadvertently thinks of many things in the past, some scattered things that seem insignificant to others. Sometimes what pops out of my head doesn’t even matter, it’s just a special scene—He Zhishu laughed out of a dimple, and fell asleep in his arms after being tenderly loved, and wrinkled when embarrassed. The eyebrows are slightly tilted to the head.

    But the cruel thing is that some of the beautiful scenes that were remembered and put in his mind were only deliberately arranged by Jiang Wenxu. He didn't dare to think about what he would hurt He Zhishu later, and more often his thoughts were not controlled. When Ye Ye was awakened by a nightmare, He Zhishu was always sitting outside the door with his knees hugged in front of him, crying with blood in his eyes. Sometimes I dreamed that I was sitting on the sidelines, watching the intoxication push He Zhishu off the cliff with my own eyes.

    Jiang Wenxu's pillow was wet every night for a period of time. When he was unconscious, he shed too many tears and told himself that he should never cry during the day.

    He can't collapse, he collapses, what should He Zhishu do?

    Jiang Wenxu swallowed two sleeping pills in cold water. He must sleep peacefully. There are still many things to be busy tomorrow.

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    Jiang Wenxu didn’t know when he fell asleep. He was still asleep on the sofa when he was woken up by the phone early in the morning.

    "President Jiang, do you have any arrangements today? It's already eight o'clock." It is Assistant Song.

    Jiang Wenxu sat upright, but his eyes fell on the book beside him-it may be that he fell asleep last night, and the book was sealed with a stamp. It's strange, it's just a simple and white mark, and in an instant, Jiang Wenxu's heart cramped.

    "Mr. Jiang?"

    Jiang Wenxu gently placed the book on the coffee table and stroked the corner with his hand: "Come here now and wait for me downstairs." After

    he hung up Assistant Song's call, he turned to a mobile phone after going through the address book for a long time. No. It took some thought before I came. When I was looking for someone to make a relationship, I forgot which night show was coming with Li Zekun’s private account.

    "Huh?" There were some lazy male voices with an inattentive tone.

    "Shao, it's me, Jiangwen Xu."

    "... Chiang" Lize Kun took a few seconds before seemed to think they know this person: "?? Something wrong so early"

    little Li Zekun age, it twenty-three-year-old, Jiangwen Xu I forgot that eight or nine o'clock is very early for young people now.

    "Excuse me, I would like to ask you for your help some time ago. The land in the Western District has come down. I don't know if you are free today, I would like to thank you formally." Jiang Wenxu's attitude is very low. With such a son, his wife's family also spoiled the child to the extreme.

    "No need, let's do it casually." Li Zekun seemed to be lacking in interest: "And I'm not in the mood to go out recently."

    "I just want to talk to you, some time ago... I heard that someone in your family is not in good health? I have one. My friend is doing a bird’s nest business in Malaysia. The bird’s nest that I sent is big, clean, and nourishing.”

    Li Zekun got some interest and thought about it for a few seconds before speaking: “That’s it, it’s just fine today. I will send you the address later. On the phone, please come to me, Mr. Jiang."

    After hanging up the phone on the other side, Jiang Wenxu immediately dialed a number: "Xiao Chen? You go to the Finance Department and pay me one million in cash. Don't ask anything. I'll let Assistant Song pick it up later. Remember, use the small suitcase. Pretend." After

    all confession, the mobile phone text message buzzed, Jiang Wenxu looked at the address of a villa in Xishan above, and pursed his lips.

    He washed and took some medicine before going downstairs, Assistant Song was already waiting.

    Jiangwen Xu cough a few times just breathed: "go to the company, you look for Chen to take the money." He SMS assistant to Chen looked at:. "Then go to this"

    turn out from the company to the Western Hills villa It was almost twelve o'clock. Jiang Wenxu hadn't eaten anything since last night, and his stomach was scorched. He pressed and pressed with his hand, his face pale.

    "Mr. Jiang, are you okay?" Assistant Song was also a little worried when he saw it. Jiang Wenxu rarely shows discomfort outside, and it must be serious now.

    "I'm fine, don't go far, I'll call you to pick me up at that time." Jiang Wenxu took a small silver suitcase and pushed the door and got out of the car.

    It was easy to find the detailed address. Jiang Wenxu knocked on the door and someone came to open the door soon. But he was stunned for a while.

    The one who came to open the door was an unfamiliar boy. He was very beautiful, and he was hard to find in the circle. But his face was too young, at most he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

    "Are you here to see Li Zekun?" The child smiled politely at him, but his face was bloodless and pale.

    When Jiang Wenxu entered the door, he faintly realized that this matter was more difficult than he thought. Very few people dared to call Li Zekun's name directly in front of others.

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