Wen Liang lifted her head, looked at the face so close to her, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!"
This is the promise of a sixteen-year-old boy. Although it is not sonorous, it is powerful!
Seeing that there were no more flaws, they left the hotel one after another. Wen Liang hailed a taxi to take Si Yajing home. When they got downstairs, Si Yajing smoothed her hair and said, "Okay, don't go up there. If Tutu sees you, he will definitely not let you go."
"Is there someone else who is reluctant to let go?"
Si Yajing secretly looked around to see if there was anyone around, bit her lower lip and pushed Wen Liang's chest: "Go quickly, don't bother me here..."
Wen Liang laughed, knowing that she was young, so he didn't make things difficult for her. He said, "A lawyer will call you tomorrow. You can ask Pan Guofei to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the formalities. The longer the night, the more dreams there are. The sooner it is resolved, the sooner it is resolved!"
“No lawyer…”
Wen Liang interrupted her and said, "Listen, it's not convenient for me to come forward, and it's not appropriate to ask outsiders. Although Pan Guofei is unlikely to play any tricks again, having a lawyer with me can at least make me feel at ease, okay?"
Si Yajing only felt that she was like a spoiled child in front of Wen Liang and could not utter a word of rebuttal. Even though she had made up her mind to divorce Pan Guofei, for a woman, what she had to face was not only the double setbacks in life and emotions, but more importantly, the emptiness and despair of the soul, as well as the pressure of public opinion and pointing eyes from all walks of life.
But with Wenliang standing by my side, all these difficulties seem not so terrible anymore!
Si Yajing nodded with emotion. Wen Liang smiled at her and turned away.
When they arrived at the Great World, An Baoqing had been waiting for a long time. Without waiting for Wen Liang to ask, he explained everything that happened in the afternoon. Hearing that Pan Guofei and Xia Minru did not forget to have fun while driving, Wen Liang had to praise them for being "fashionable".
"It's only been a few days and you've got this kind of killer weapon? Brother Jiu, is your big world spying on your guests' privacy?"
This is a joke. Those who can come to the big world are either rich or noble. With An Baoqing's current status and means, he will definitely not do such a despicable thing. Although it seems that doing so can get some people's handles and will have certain benefits at certain times, you must know that those who are good at swimming will drown, and those who are good at fighting will die. Walking on a tightrope will never be as stable and long-term as being down to earth.
Minister An Bao knew that Wen Liang was joking, and a smile appeared on his gloomy face. He said, "The big world is as pure as a virgin, how could it do such things?"
Although the joke was a bit lame, Wen Liang laughed out loud out of respect because An Baoqing seldom told jokes.
"The photo?"
"Although Pan Guofei's position is not high, he is in charge of infrastructure in the Ministry of Telecommunications and has some power. He has countless social events and dinners every day. The subordinates followed him for two days and found that he would go out to have fun every time the party ended. So they invited an old friend who had done business with telecommunications to be the host, and took Pan Guofei to a pre-arranged place and took a few photos..."
An Baoqing said it lightly, but Wen Liang knew that it was not easy to do. He did not say anything to thank him. He raised his glass and clinked it with his, then drank it all in one gulp and said, "How is the new company going?"
He was asking about the preparations for the construction of a five-star hotel. An Baoqing nodded in understanding and said, "Zhiwei has already started making arrangements. The framework should be ready in the next few days. Everything will be done according to your instructions. The procedures and funds are all clear and can withstand any investigation!"
Wen Liang snapped his fingers and said, "Okay, once the Shunyi case is settled and Yang Yihang takes over Yishan, we will start this matter. Ninth brother, congratulations in advance. From now on, you will be famous in Jiangdong, rich, and replace Gu Shitong..."
An Baoqing whispered: "No matter how prosperous you are, it is only because of Young Master Wen that you have this opportunity. Old Nine, always keep this in mind!"
Wen Liang smiled and waved his hands, saying, "I was just talking, Brother Jiu, you are too kind!"
He didn't want to continue with this topic, so he changed the subject and returned to Pan Guofei: "How are you going to deal with the photos? Are you really going to keep them secret as long as Pan Guofei signs the divorce papers?"
An Baoqing smiled and said, "That was what Dushe promised. It has nothing to do with me. Besides, Dushe is not a gentleman and never keeps his word! Once Teacher Mingsi gets the divorce certificate and the formalities for the house and other properties are completed, these photos will be sent to the post office. Then find a few thugs to go to the unit and make a scene. Forget about getting promoted or getting rich. It's still uncertain whether he can keep his job. Unless that woman from the Xia family is kind and righteous and takes him to Guanshan, otherwise, there is no place for people like Pan Guofei in Qingzhou!"
This method is a bit cruel, but Wen Liang likes it very much. If you don't kill the snake, you will only leave trouble for the future. If you want to step on it, step on it so that it can't turn over!
Putting aside this matter, Wen Liang changed the subject again and asked, "Do you still have any contact with Wei Fangshan, the one I met last time?"
An Baoqing has worked in society for many years and has seen all kinds of people. He is very tactful in greeting and seeing off guests and dealing with people. However, Wen Liang's jumping thoughts almost made his brain freeze. It took him a while to realize that he should be asking about Wei Fangshan from the Provincial Post and Telecommunications who had a conflict with Xia Mingxian and others in the Great World last time.
"Director Wei, he came a few more times afterwards. One time, Liu Tian hosted a meal and I accompanied him for dinner. So we have a certain friendship, so to speak."
"It's good to be able to get in touch. Keep in touch more often. But don't be impatient. Take your time. This person might be useful!"
An Baoqing couldn't guess Wen Liang's intention, but with the previous series of events as a foundation, he had long been accustomed to Wen Liang's unfathomable nature. He nodded to show that he understood, silently repeated Wei Fangshan's name several times in his heart, and decided to go to Guanshan tomorrow.
It was already dusk when Wen Liang came out of the big world. He sighed. In the past, when people said that someone was very busy, he thought it was an exaggeration. You can judge others by yourself, but sometimes, even if you divide time into two parts, it is not enough!
Of course, he is still in the initial stage, and has many plans that cannot be disclosed to outsiders, so it is reasonable for him to be a little tired. Wen Liang is fully prepared mentally, and it is impossible for him to have a leisurely time in the next two or three years.
He called Zuo Yuxi, but the phone rang a few times before she hung up. Wen Liang shrugged his shoulders, knowing that she was either busy in a meeting or dealing with He Kuan's affairs. This most cold-blooded female director in Qingzhou, like Wen Huaiming, had now become Xu Fuyan's most indispensable subordinate.
Just like every person with a sexual desire, this kind of life with the power of life and death may be Zuo Yuxi's hobby and pursuit. Wen Liang put away his mobile phone in boredom, put his hands in his pockets, and stood alone on the streets of Qingzhou in 1995, looking at the people coming and going around him, the white-collared "Dacron" clothes with blue background, the 28-inch bicycle with a crossbeam, the simple and even shabby buildings, everything is fundamentally different from the era he used to live in. Since his rebirth, he has been wandering between light and darkness, wandering between black and white. Thrills, crises, and murderous intentions have swarmed from all directions, almost swallowing up all the forces that stand in his way. Wen Liang sometimes lurks, sometimes leaps forward, assesses the situation, forms alliances, and cruelly and coldly knocks down opponents one by one. His young back is so heavy in the eyes of many people.
But putting all this aside, Wen Liang is still the boy who can’t help laughing and talking, and the wretched uncle. He is strong inside, but not a heartless machine. Just like at this moment, standing on the bustling street, he suddenly feels an unspeakable emptiness, as if it is overwhelming from the starry sky above his head, and in the blink of an eye, it makes people breathless.
This feeling was not the first time he had appeared. That night when he heard the news that Zuo Yuxi might have been attacked in Guanshan, he could not bear the emptiness in his heart, so he ran to the No. 1 Courtyard overnight and kidnapped Xu Yao, spending a romantic night in the ginkgo forest.
But tonight, there is no one who can stay with him!
Wen Liang smiled self-deprecatingly, stretched his body, and was just about to find a place to solve the dinner problem when he turned around and saw the red Porsche.
The car window rolled down, revealing Ning Xi's face wearing sunglasses. Wen Liang walked over, spread his hands, and said with a sullen face, "Bring your driver's license, vehicle registration, ID card, and household registration booklet. If you're missing any of them, just follow the police officer obediently!"
Ning Xi smiled, climbed on the window, and said, "Uncle, where do you want to take me?"
"Be good, little girl. Come with uncle to see the goldfish..."
(Thanks to classmate 332625197103 for being promoted to Dharma Protector. Wanzi is very grateful)
(Also, no one has answered the venomous snake question correctly yet, so I will give you a reward of 100 starting coins. Please speak up. Well, it’s best to open the main thread, otherwise I won’t be able to see it and give you a reward...)
(Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes.
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.
Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.
Endless toil in the.
Today the heat of summer comes to my window and whispers: the bees are singing in the palace of flowers.
This is the time to sit quietly, facing you, singing the song of life in this silence and endless leisure.
Pick this flower and take it away without delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
I received an invitation to the world's festival, my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful sights, my
The ears also heard intoxicating music.
My task at this banquet was to play music, and I did my best.
Now, I ask, has the time finally come when I can go in and see your face and offer my silent respect
Is it a gift? (To be continued)