Yan Jiang took Song Fei back, and while watching the scenery on the way, they felt that Han Zhan was an evil rich man.
But being able to be friends with the wicked rich man Han Zhan made Song Fei and Yan Jiang feel happy again. Seeing that Yan Jiang liked this manor, Song Fei said, "When Sister Fei makes money in the future, Sister Fei will build you one too."
Yan Jiang couldn't bear to shatter Song Fei's ambition, "As far as I know, there are very few rich women who sell themselves for the country to do virus research." They are all poor researchers.
Song Fei fell silent.
Because she, who is engaged in virus research, is indeed terribly poor.
but
Song Fei remembered one thing, she said: "I wrote a lot of software before, and asked my apprentice to sell it to me. I haven't asked him how much he sold it for."
That was many years ago, when Song Fei was only twelve years old.
For a while, Song Fei was very interested in programming, and wrote a lot of messy programming, but felt that those programming were flashy, so she threw them all at the apprentice and asked the apprentice to sell them for a good price.
Her apprentice is not very old, a few years younger than her, but he is a little cunning, and his hacking skills are also not bad. Don't mention this matter, Song Fei almost forgot that she still has an apprentice.
"When I go back, contact my apprentice to have a look."
Hearing this, Yan Jiang was a little surprised. "Really? You still have an apprentice, what's your apprentice's name?"
"You don't even know me."
The two had already walked downstairs to the banquet hall, so they ended the topic and walked into the banquet hall.
The luncheon was about to begin, and the guests had also returned from the back mountain and were about to take their seats. For Han Zhan's housewarming banquet, that bastard Liang Bo undertook all of today's performances.
Song Ci saw Liang Bo walking onto the stage with a microphone, and suddenly had a bad feeling.
Today, Liang Bo Xiaogewang is wearing a white shirt, camel-colored loose trousers, and a beige high-quality windbreaker. The hair was not styled deliberately, and the bangs hung lazily on his forehead, making him look lazy, like a cat.
But as soon as the music rhythm of "Good Luck Comes" sounded, Liang Bo started to twist like crazy.
Liang Bo's voice is very suitable for singing love songs. Song Ci felt that it was against harmony when he sang "Good Luck". Liang Bo stomped his feet and shouted:
"Good luck comes, I wish you good luck, good luck brings joy and love, good luck brings us good luck, welcome good luck to prosper and travel all over the world!"
Song Ci: "."
She turned her head to look at Han Zhan beside her.
I saw that Han Zhan was staring at Liang Bo upstairs with a smile on his face. He felt that Liang Bo was really sensible and considerate, and his tricks to please people could always hit his sweet spot.
As soon as Han Zhan waved, the director of Yuhua Entertainment came over.
Han Zhan pointed to Liang Bo on the stage, and said to Zhu Kiss, "Your little boyfriend is good at singing. Next year, you can hold a few domestic tour concerts. I'll make a plan later and show it to me."
Zhu kissed with a subtle expression and nodded.
She turned and left, thinking about the conversation she had with Liang Bo before going out today—
Zhu Kiss: "Are you sure you want to sing "Good Luck Comes" and "God of Wealth Arrives" and "All the Best"?" These are some old-fashioned folk songs!
A successful man with such taste, Mr. Han, would like this kind of song
Liang Bo hooked Zhu Ki's mouth with his fingers and took a bite. His expression was full of confidence. He said, "Believe me, if Mr. Han doesn't like it, Mr. Han will like it too. You can't go wrong singing this song. Maybe it's this song." Once the song is sung, Mr. Han is happy, how many concerts will he hold for me next year?"
Little did they know, Liang Bo's words came true.
Zhu Ki raised the corners of her lips, "Little cunning!"
After Liang Bo sang "Good Luck", he sang "The God of Wealth Arrives". Han Aoyu sat down the stage with Chen and the others, clapping along with Liang Bo's song.
If Mr. Han is happy, everyone in the room must be happy and applaud accordingly.
When Liang Bo stepped down, Song Ci got together with him and whispered. "You can do it, little song king, and make my old man so happy."
"Goddess, I'll just do what I like." For a person like Mr. Han, he has experienced wars, hardships, and hunger, and he looks forward to a prosperous life more than anyone else.
The grandson is moving today, and he can hear "Good Luck Comes" and "The God of Wealth Arrives", so the old man is naturally happy.
Liang Bo grasped what the old man was thinking, and he also pleased the master today. Song Ci admired Liang Bo very much. This scheming dog is full of eyes. He deserves to be a guy who can play with her.
After dinner, the guests all left.
Looking at Dongcheng, the more lively the house was on the night of the housewarming, it meant that the future would be more prosperous, so a group of godmothers and Song Fei all stayed here.
The old man's room is located on the first floor of the living room.
In the evening, he played a few games of chess with Statement, who also stayed at the manor.
State the bishop in his hand and eat the handsome one on Han Aoyu's chessboard. "Old guy, I have eaten all your handsomeness. You lost this game of chess."
Han Aoyu strives for strength and is eager to win. Playing chess is like fighting a war. He is fierce and careful, and his statements are rarely better than Han Aoyu.
Han Aoyu stared at the scattered chess pieces on the chessboard, and suddenly said with emotion: "I will be 84 next month."
"Ha!" Chen Chen laid out the chess pieces again, and he asked Han Aoyu, "How do you plan to spend your birthday next month?"
Han Aoyu pursed his lips, pouted his lips, and suddenly said, "I feel like I'm leaving."
He stated that his thoughts were all on the chess game, and he heard that he said, "Where are you going?"
After asking, Han Aoyu didn't get a reply, and the statement suddenly understood what Han Aoyu meant by "leaving".
Chen took back the chess piece that was about to fall, looked up at the big brother opposite in surprise, and asked hesitantly, "Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"
"Brother Han, don't you like to think wildly recently? Look, why don't you go back to Shunchen's hometown to live for a while?"
Han Aoyu shook his head.
He unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of black tea.
Putting down the cup, Han Aoyu told the statement: "I have been dreaming of your sister-in-law Duanfang all the time. She is sitting quietly in front of the fireplace in her hometown, knitting a sweater and talking to me at the same time."
"She always asks me about Zhan Zhan. I tell her that Zhan Zhan is doing well, married, and has a pair of lovely, lively and intelligent daughters. Your sister-in-law Duanfang smiled gratifiedly, When it's over, let me tell you that she has knit seven or eight sweaters for me, and it's cold, waiting for me to wear them."
It is not a good sign to frequently dream about the dead lover.
Han Aoyu rubbed his stomach, he said: "Recently, I have been sleeping more and more lightly, and I dream of Duanfang when I fall asleep. I really don't have much time."
As early as two years ago, the doctor checked that his organ function began to decline and he was gradually aging.
He is too old, and although there is no disease or disaster, the time has come.
Hearing what Han Aoyu said, the statement stopped talking.
It is stated that people in their early seventies this year, and those big brothers who used to befriend when they were young, have all left one after another. Some of them were a few years younger than him, and they all passed away.
At this age, he has been able to take life and death lightly, let alone Han Aoyu who is used to life and death.
"I have something in my heart that I haven't been able to find a chance to tell you. Come here today, and I'll tell you a few heartfelt words."
Han Aoyu held the statement's hand.
Grip hard.
The statement was very surprised, he was flattered, and hurriedly said: "Old Brother Han, I will listen to what you say."
Han Aoyu nodded heavily, and he sighed: "Old Chen, if I really leave, you can help me keep an eye on Han Zhan. After I'm gone, Han Zhan is a real adult. He will encounter setbacks in the future. When it comes to tribulations, there is nowhere to find someone to talk to. Just trouble you, help me watch him more."
In the end, what Han Aoyu couldn't let go of the most was his grandson.
The statement looked dazed.
"Old brother Han, you... hey!"
Stated one hand to put away all the chess pieces on the board and put them neatly into the chess box. He evaded the important point and said lightly, "Stop playing chess, your mind is no longer on the chessboard."
Han Aoyu knew that the statement was reluctant to part with himself, he shook his head and laughed, and said: "Old Chen, everyone has this day, and I can still say goodbye to you calmly, it's already very good."
Letting go of the statement, Han Aoyu looked at the racecourse outside the window, and thought of those brothers who passed away at a young age, and couldn't help sighing: "In my whole life, I have made countless good brothers. When I was young, many brothers greeted you. Don’t even say a word, if you say it’s gone, it’s gone.”
"Some died on the battlefield, and some died unjustly at home. In the years since the founding of New China, after so many ups and downs, it is a blessing that you and I are still alive today."
"I'm very satisfied, really. I have no other regrets in my life, only one thing, I will always have a knot in my heart."
Chen Chen pursed his lips, his old eyes were full of unbearable. He looked at Han Aoyu, seeing Han Aoyu covering his forehead, his voice suddenly choked up, "My Mulan."
Han Aoyu suddenly sobbed, he cried in a low voice, and told the statement: "I'm sorry for Mulan, as a father, I protect the people of the world and the country, but I can't protect my child."
"My Mulan, her life is miserable. She left early, so she didn't have a chance to see Zhan Zhan's marriage or granddaughter."
"Old Chen, you said I'm gone, how can you face my Mulan?"
He stated that the last time he saw Han Aoyu cry was at Han Mulan's funeral. On that day, the iron-blooded old man knelt down in tears, holding his daughter's tombstone and calling Mulan loudly.
Twenty-eight years later, the old man still burst into tears when his daughter was mentioned again.
In this world, after death, only your close relatives will always remember you.
Statement also has a pair of rosy eye sockets.
At this time, any words of comfort were useless, so Chen simply closed his mouth and sat quietly, with his old brother Han.
Han Zhan, who was standing outside the door, was heartbroken when he heard grandpa's crying.
He was here to remind the old people to rest earlier.
In the end, Han Zhan still didn't push the door open.
Han Zhan turned around and walked upstairs lightly.
After moving to a new house, Song Ci was so happy that she couldn't sleep at night and kept rolling on the bed. Han Zhan suddenly pushed the door open, didn't speak to Song Ci, and went directly to the balcony outside in silence.
He bent down against the railing, staring at the Ferris wheel with night lights on the back mountain, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.
Sensing that Han Zhan was sad, Song Ci sat up and found a thick pajamas coat to put on. Following him to the balcony, Song Ci stood beside Han Zhan and touched Han Zhan's handle.
Extra cool.
Song Ci hurriedly hugged Han Zhan from behind, "Brother Han, tell me, what are you sad about?" She was not a roundworm in Han Zhan's stomach, and she couldn't guess what Han Zhan was thinking.
Han Zhan was silent for a long time before he said, "Just now when I went downstairs, I heard my grandfather crying. He mentioned my mother to Grandpa Chen."
No wonder.
"When old people get together and talk about the past, it is inevitable that they will be sad."
Han Zhan shook his head, and said, "Cibao, maybe soon, our family will have to do something for nothing."
Song Ci was taken aback.
She let go of Han Zhan, walked to Han Zhan's side, and turned her head to see Han Zhan's expression.
Han Zhan pursed his lips tightly, his jaw line was cold and hard, and his eyes were full of affectionate reluctance and tears. Song Ci guessed something, and exclaimed in a low voice, "You're talking about grandpa."
"Well, Grandpa is very aware of his body. He told Grandpa Chen that he might leave before his birthday this year."
Grandpa's birthday next month.
Song Ci subconsciously vetoed, "Grandpa is not a doctor, how would he know, maybe it's just that he hasn't slept well recently, so he's thinking wildly."
"Cibao, my grandfather has always been very accurate in his speech."
It's ugly, but it's true.
When Han Zhan broke up with Du Xueyan, Han Zhan felt that he would never love again, nor would he marry. But the grandfather said that he would meet a beautiful wife who loves to be coquettish and considerate in the future, and in the end he really met Song Ci.
Grandpa visited an old friend a few years ago, and when he came back, he said that the friend might not live for half a month, but within a few days, the old man passed away.
Grandpa also said many things, but most of them have come true.
The old man knows his body best, and he will tell and state his physical condition bluntly, that is, he knows that his time is numbered.
"Porcelain, grandpa is 84 years old." It's an old man.
The old man at this age always said that he fell, and he fell.
Hearing what Han Zhan said, Song Ci couldn't find a position to refute. She pressed her palms together, prayed sincerely, and said, "I hope grandpa can hold on for a while longer, and I can hear the children call him grandpa."
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci, and a trace of sweetness came into his sad heart.
The next day, after lunch, relatives and friends all said goodbye. A homicide occurred in a small county under its jurisdiction, and the victim's body was being sent to the General Administration. Yan Jiang had a new job and had to go to work in the afternoon.
Song Fei and Yan Jiang had dinner and left.
Song Fei sent Yan Jiang to the Public Security Bureau, and then drove home. When she got home, she turned on the computer, logged on to a hidden website, and found one of her apprentices in the friend list.
Not sure if the apprentice still used this website, Song Fei left a message to the other party: [Little apprentice, do you miss Master?]
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At the same time, the Jiang family.
After graduating, Jiang Bi joined Jiangdong Pharmaceutical's legal department as an assistant, doing miscellaneous tasks every day.
That night, Jiang Bi came back from the company and was stopped by his father Jiang Weimin as soon as he entered the house.
"Bill, come and sit down."
Jiang Bi paused and turned to look at his father sitting on the European-style sofa.
Jiang Weimin, the chairman of Jiangdong Pharmaceutical, is an elegant man who looks very bookish. Beside Jiang Weimin, sat a beautiful woman in a blue dress. This was Jiang Weimin's second wife, Zhu Xiulan.
Before marrying Jiang Weimin, Zhu Xiulan was a single mother who gave birth out of wedlock. Zhu Xiulan is not only beautiful, but also has a high degree of education. She is Jiang Weimin's capable man in the business field.
A few years after Jiang Bi's mother died, Jiang Weimin married Zhu Xiulan. Zhu Xiulan's ten-year-old child was also brought into Jiang's family and changed her name to Jiang Guchuan.
At this moment, Jiang Guchuan is still working overtime in the company and has not come back. He is a hardworking and lovely adopted son.
Looking past his father and stepmother, Jiang Bi walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs, his indifferent face full of tiredness.
"Are you tired after working all day?" Zhu Xiulan asked with concern.
It was fine if she didn't ask, but after asking, Jiang Weimin noticed Jiang Bi's sitting posture. Jiang Weimin frowned, and said to Jiang Bi: "Bi'er, you are a girl, sitting in such an indecent position."
It's like a disabled person with a paralyzed body.
Jiang Bi sat up straight, and opened her crossed legs again, leaning close together.
Seeing this, Jiang Weimin was slightly satisfied.
Zhu Xiulan said again: "Bi'er, are you going to work in the company dressed like this today?"
Jiang Bi was wearing a black close-fitting sweater, black and white plaid suit trousers, and a light gray long trench coat. Although it was dressed in a professional style, it didn't look like a female lawyer's dress.
Jiang Bi said, "What's the matter, must you wear clothes that show your butt and chest?"
Zhu Xiulan, who happened to be showing some of her chest, was caught by Jiang Bi's connotation, and her expression was extremely embarrassed.
Jiang Weimin originally wanted to teach Jiang Bi a few words, but after hearing Jiang Bi's words, he couldn't stand his ground. This is the 21st century, and no one stipulates that girls must wear skirts.
Seeing how his father and stepmother pretended to care about him, Jiang Bi felt sick and wanted to vomit. "Is there anything you can do for me? I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go back to my room to rest."
Jiang Weimin said, "You're 23 this year, right?"
Jiang Bi narrowed his eyes, and had some guesses about what Jiang Weimin was going to say next.
really-
"You can also talk about love."
Jiang Bi subconsciously refused, saying, "I'm still young, only 23 years old, so don't worry."
Jiang Weimin then said: "23 years old is not too young. When the proprietress of Zeus International was 23 years old, she had already given birth to two children."
What else can Jiang Bi say
"Ms. Han is beautiful, and someone loves her, but I'm ugly, and others don't like her." Jiang Bi stepped herself into the dust.
Jiang Weimin was left speechless by Jiang Bi's words.
At this time, Zhu Xiulan said: "Bi'er, don't say that, you are so beautiful, but you are not good at dressing up. Dress up well, and you will be a beautiful girl."
"Yes." Jiang Weimin quickly echoed Zhu Xiulan's words, "You look like your mother, so you are beautiful."
Hearing Jiang Weimin mention Jiang Bi's mother, Zhu Xiulan felt a little embarrassed and stopped talking.
Hearing this, Jiang Bi said, "I know what kind of bear I look like."
Jiang Weimin was a little helpless.
Seeing that the topic was getting more and more biased by Jiang Bi, Jiang Weimin simply put forward the real purpose directly. "That's right, I made an appointment for you on a blind date."
Jiang Weimin took out a photo and handed it to Jiang Bi.
Jiang Bi took a look at the photos.
Tsk, it turned out to be the second son of the Cheng family, Cheng Ziang.
Jiang Bi said: "I know this person, the Second Young Master of Eastern Chuandong." The bastard who wanted to hurt Wangwang back then.
"Bi'er knows him too? That's a good thing. I'll meet him tomorrow." Jiang Weimin was delighted to see that Jiang Bi paid attention to Cheng Ziang.
You know, his daughter has no interest in men and women. It is difficult to hear a man's name from her mouth.
Jiang Bi snorted, and she said, "Of course I know, isn't this the second young master from East Sichuan who chased after Mrs. Han for several months and ended up getting everything?"
Pointing to her own face, Jiang Bi asked her father, "Father, do you think that after chasing after a beauty like Mrs. Han, Cheng Ziang still likes a low-level girl like me?"
Jiang Bi is particularly aware of reality.
In terms of appearance, even if Jiang Bi had plastic surgery, she was not as beautiful as the naturally beautiful Song Ci. In terms of talent and learning, Song Ci is Shen Yubei's favorite student and the girl that Coleman even likes. How can Jiang Bi compare to Song Ci
Jiang Weimin continued to suffer.
He said dryly: "I heard that nephew Zi'ang's temperament has changed a lot in the past two years. When he came back from abroad this time, everyone said that he has changed a lot. He is no longer the playboy he used to be. Maybe he just loves you." What about such a simple girl?"
Jiang Bi could tell that she had to go to this blind date, and she had to go if she didn't.
"Let's go and meet him, we will meet each other." Zhu Xiulan told Jiang Bi, "Auntie bought some clothes for you. You can wear new clothes tomorrow. The clothes you are wearing are not suitable."
Jiang Bi was too lazy to continue chatting with Jiang Weimin, so she got up and went back upstairs.
When she arrived in the room, Jiang Bi opened the closet, and when she saw the dresses in the closet, she immediately turned pale. "Dog thing!"
Jiang Bi locked the door, walked into the bathroom, took off her long clothes and trousers, revealing a seemingly thin body. This doesn't look like a girl's skeleton, but more like a young male.
There isn't much flesh on Jiang Bi's body, but every piece of flesh is full of explosive power.
If anyone is here, they will find that Miss Jiangxia is actually a leader!
Hot water poured down, drenching Jiang Bi's eyes.
Jiang Bi closed his eyes, and a bloody corpse that couldn't be seen clearly jumped into his mind. Jiang Bi suddenly opened her eyes, and pressed the shower head.
He leaned against the tiled wall of the bathroom, panting like someone rescued from drowning.
After taking a shower, Jiang Bi changed her clothes before returning to her room.
Han Wangwang sent a message: [Baby Jiang Bi, go online to eat chicken.]
baby.
Jiang Bi sat down on the computer, crossed her legs, and couldn't hold back her fierce and powerful aura. He bit his cigarette, turned on the computer, and logged into the game.
After playing two rounds, Han Wangwang sent a private message to Jiang Bi: "You are not in shape tonight."
Jiang Bi told Han Wangwang: "My father asked me to go on a blind date tomorrow."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Bi stared at the computer while smoking. By chance, he asked Han Wangwang, "Do you want me to go on a blind date?"
Han Wangwang never answered.
Jiang Bi felt bored and planned to quit the game, but saw Han Wangwang say: [I don't allow you to go, why don't you go?]
Jiang Bi almost bit his tongue.
He closed his eyes, pretended not to see Han Wangwang's message, and closed the game. After closing the game, Jiang Bi habitually logged into her secret website to record what happened that day.
After writing the diary, Jiang Bi was about to quit the website, but found that she had not read a private message.
Um
This is his and Master's secret website, and it is not open to the public, who could it be
Could it be.
Jiang Bi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated!
He quickly opened the private message box and saw the message—
Firefox: [Little apprentice, do you miss Master?]
Jiang Bi was so shocked that she stood up from her chair.
Master!
Master has returned!
Jiang Bi couldn't help feeling excited.
Jiang Bi quickly replied to Master's message and left her phone number. Master may not be online, and did not reply to Jiang Bi's message.
The next morning, Jiang Bi went online again and received a new reply from Master.
Firefox: [My dear student, have you sold all the codes written by Master and the software developed? Master has recently raised a man who is short of money.]
Jiang Bi has always known that Master is a woman. Knowing that Master has raised a man, Jiang Bi is happy for Master.
Jiang Bi: [They were all sold. The software and code you gave back then sold a total of 200 million. Over the years, I have used your money to help you invest in some businesses. Now counting fixed assets and real estate, it should be more than 20 billion.]
Song Fei: [!]
Song Fei: [Good boy!]
Song Fei: [Don't say anything, first transfer 100 million to me, and I'll buy a gift for your teacher!]
Jiang Bi obediently transferred a sum of money to Song Fei's account, then chatted with the master for a while, and then changed into a dress as if death was at home.
Jiang Bijing was 1.83 meters tall, so Zhu Xiulan didn't match him with high heels.
Jiang Bi tugged on her skirt before going downstairs.
In the restaurant downstairs, Jiang Guchuan was having breakfast, when he saw Jiang Bi in a skirt, he was so shocked that he almost spit out the milk in his mouth every mouthful.
Jiang Bi wore a pure black waist dress with a wide A-line skirt, short in the front and long in the back. Jiang Bi's long hair was tied casually, and disciplined and soft hair hung on his forehead, softening the rather cold lines of his cheeks.
Jiang Bi also put on makeup, although it was very light, but her skin looked flawless, she was a very beautiful woman.
Jiang Guchuan looked at Jiang Bi in shock.
Since Jiang Bi came back to this house, this was the first time Jiang Bi wore a skirt.
Jiang Guchuan put down his glass and said in a low voice, "You look beautiful in a dress."
Jiang Bi sat down, picked up the sandwich, and bit off more than half of it in one bite.
Seeing this, Jiang Guchuan said again: "You are not a lady at all, so if you go on a blind date like this, aren't you afraid of scaring your partner?"
Jiang Bi glanced at Jiang Gu Chuan indifferently, and said with disdain: "Not every girl is charming." Men love Xia Yingchun, and some people love Zhong Wuyan.
Jiang Guchuan couldn't say no to this younger sister, so he kept his mouth shut to avoid getting upset.
Holding her coat, Jiang Bi drove the car out of the gate of the complex when she saw Han Wangwang who was waiting here specially outside the gate of the complex.
Han Wangwang was wearing an army green parka, his long legs were covered by black pants, and a pair of high-heeled British boots under his feet. She has curly hair, and she has plum-colored lipstick on her lips, making her look very rusty at first glance.
Seeing Jiang Bi's car approaching, Han Wangwang quickly waved to him.
Jiang Bi had to stop the car.
Han Wangwang opened the door by himself and sat in the co-pilot. "where you go?"
Jiang Bi's words were brief: "Blind date."
Han Wangwang didn't speak any more.
Jiang Bi continued to drive.
After a while, Han Wangwang couldn't help turning his head to look at Jiang Bi again. Finding that Jiang Bi was wearing a skirt today, Han Wangwang was both shocked and angry.
Jiang Bi actually put on a skirt for that blind date!
"You're wearing a skirt today."
Jiang Bi hummed coldly.
Han Wangwang's heart was bubbling with sourness, she said: "The dress I gave you for your birthday last time, you never wear it."
Jiang Bi felt sour, and explained in a low voice, "I don't really like wearing skirts."
"Then what dress are you wearing today! Do you want to fall in love so much? Do you want to get married?" Han Wangwang lost his temper suddenly.
Jiang Bi suddenly slowed down and parked the car on the side of the road.
Turning off the car, Jiang Bi turned around and stared at the pouting Han Wangwang, narrowing her beautiful but indifferent eyes.
"What are you angry about?" Jiang Bi asked calmly.
Han Wangwang's heart was beating fast, of course she knew why she was angry, she just, just refused to admit her thoughts.
Jiang Bi looked at the time and said patiently: "There are still thirty-five minutes before my blind date appointment. It will take thirty minutes to drive there from here."
"Wangwang, you still have five minutes, you can think about it carefully, what are you angry about?"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Bi put down the car window and stared at the non-stop cars outside, with an unpredictable and treacherous expression.
Time flows minute by minute.
Soon, five minutes is up.
Without hearing Han Wangwang's reply, Jiang Bi started the car and shifted gears. He had just put his foot on the gas pedal and hadn't exerted any force when he suddenly heard Han Wangwang beside him say, "Jiang Bi, don't go on a blind date."
Jiang Bi's foot moved to the brake.
Jiang Bi tilted her head, stared at Han Wangwang, and said with great interest, "Give me a reason."
"I don't want you to go on a blind date."
"not enough."
What an excuse!
This is vexatious at best.
But what Jiang Bi wanted was not Han Wangwang's unreasonable troubles.
Han Wangwang clenched her hands tightly together, her heart was beating loudly like thunder.
She closed her eyes, exhausted all her strength, and yelled out in one breath: "I feel bad because you went on a blind date, Jiang Bi, when I think of you getting married, my heart hurts."
"I"
"I might be a pervert!"
She is a pervert, and she has the most shameless thoughts about her best friend.
Jiang Bi tilted her head and looked at Han Wangwang deeply. Because of shame, because he felt ashamed, because he felt that his thoughts were dirty, Han Wangwang's little face was flushed with embarrassment.
In a strange and disturbing silence, Jiang Bi suddenly stretched out her right arm and took Han Wangwang's hand. "Coincidentally, I'm also a pervert."
Han Wangwang was pleasantly surprised and stunned. She looked at Jiang Bi's hand on the back of her hand, and then looked up at Jiang Bi.
Jiang Bi's eyes are deep and clear, like snow in the Himalayas, very cold, but attractive to people wanting to approach. Han Wangwang swallowed subconsciously.
Jiang Bi's hand moved to Han Wangwang's face, gently pressing Han Wangwang's face, Jiang Bi wanted to be a beast for a moment.
Jiang Bi hurriedly withdrew her hand.
"Listen to you, don't go on a blind date."
Hearing this, Han Wangwang was very happy. But apart from being happy, he was also a little worried about Jiang Bi. "Then your father, will he anger you?"
Jiang Bi: "It's not the first time I've disobeyed discipline."
"Then why didn't you reject him last night?"
Jiang Bi didn't answer, but continued to stare at her again with the fiery eyes that could melt Han Wangwang with such intense passion.
Han Wangwang is not stupid either.
Being looked at by Jiang Bi like that, Han Wangwang finally figured out Jiang Bi's true thoughts. "You, are you provoking me on purpose?"
(end of this chapter)