"Let's wait for two days."
Jiangbeiyuan refused lightly, but smiled harmlessly.
"Niannian and I didn't have time to clean up the guest room. It's so dirty that we can't live in it. You have to give us some time to clean up the room."
Pei Jinling gave up.
After a while, he nodded noblely and looked at Yan Nian with the corners of his eyes and brows, looking high and proud.
"Why, I want to move in, do you have any objections?!"
“…”
Yan Nian shook his head, but she said nothing.
Pei Jinling sneered, "Then it's settled. I don't have a house to live in. As a son, of course you have to take me in. When the time comes, let An Qing move in with me, otherwise no one will take care of me."
Before Jiang Beiyuan could speak, Xu Anqing took the lead and bowed to him.
"Brother Beiyuan, don't worry. I'm just taking care of my aunt, that's all. I will pay the rent on time and I promise not to cause any trouble to you and Mrs. Jiang."
"Then it's settled!"
The two of them sang in harmony, and Pei Jinling smiled happily, "You two should pack up two rooms for me and An Qing to live in as soon as possible. An Qing and I will move here the day after tomorrow!"
the day after tomorrow
Yan Nianwu pouted to herself. The day after tomorrow was Monday, which happened to be the time for her to report to Jiang's family. This bull-eyed mother-in-law was really good at looking for trouble.
…
As soon as Pei Jinling and Xu Anqing left, Yan Nian and Jiang Beiyuan also entered the room.
Yan Nian didn't say anything to Jiang Beiyuan, and there were no questions or dissatisfaction.
She went upstairs, and Jiang Beiyuan frowned when he saw her entering the flower room.
The hall on the first floor suddenly became extremely quiet.
It was so quiet that the sound of him taking off his coat seemed extremely noisy.
Jiang Beiyuan took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and carried it upstairs.
He entered the study room, which was diagonally across from Yan Nian's flower room.
There was a computer on the desk in the study. Jiang Beiyuan leaned back on the swivel chair, took two sips of yogurt, and looked at the computer screen.
Song Yikai has sent him the surveillance video.
At this moment, Jiang Beiyuan wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The shirt underneath was a little loose. He put one hand on the table and tapped it lightly. His posture was obviously lazy, but his eyes staring at the screen were cold. Accumulating little by little.
Until the cold air reaches a limit.
He couldn't stop staring at the white Mercedes-Benz in the video and the lewd man with a cheerful face after getting out of the car, wishing he could cut him into pieces.
"Mr. Jiang, is there anything else you need from me?"
Song Yikai called Jiang Beiyuan.
Jiang Beiyuan's voice was extremely dull, "Send the video to Xu Kuangjie, and besides-"
What else
Jiang Beiyuan just paused for two seconds and repeated word by word, "Find a few big men who are short of money recently, willing to punch, and not afraid of getting into trouble, at least the kind that weigh more than 200 pounds."
"ah?"
Song Yikai was about to cry, "Mr. Jiang... you are so good, where can I find such a person for you?"
Jiang Beiyuan: "If I can't find it, it's you."
Song Yikai: "..."
After hanging up the phone, Jiangbei Yuan called Xu Kuangjie again.
The voice on Xu Kuangjie's end was noisy and chaotic, as if he was in a bar.
"Also play?"
"Tsk, what do you know? I can't do it, and it's not like I can't drink it!"
Jiang Beiyuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and went straight to the point, "The general manager of Dehai Group, is Wen Yu now?"
"Ah? What did you say?? It's too chaotic here and I can't hear you clearly!"
"Give you three seconds to find a quiet place to talk to me."
"Huh?? I still can't hear clearly. Please speak louder!"
"3."
“…”
"2."
(End of chapter)