He knew that dragging Huanong into this fight would be beneficial and harmless.
Besides her, who else could be so capable of taking care of the old lady?
Who can keep the old lady in order?
You should never even think about doing something like this.
"The news has been suppressed by Mr. Lu. No one in Beijing or Hong Kong knows about it. The old lady is probably sulking right now. Second Young Master, please don't get into trouble with her right now."
Jiang Qiming hummed and hung up the phone.
You don't need to think about it to know how furious the old lady is right now.
.........
"what?"
"Flowers, white lilies, so smoked that it's disgusting, and there are ninety-nine of them." Wei Shi looked at the bouquet in the office and called Huanong. He looked as disgusted as possible.
"Who sent it?"
"Let me take a look, Second Young Master Jiang."
"lost."
"What did you write?"
"To express my gratitude, there is also a red envelope..." Wei Shi said, throwing the red envelope to the little girl at the front desk and asking her to count the money with the money counter.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine."
Huanong:..........
"There is a word, Sister Shi."
Wei Shi picked up the red envelope and looked at the words on it: "One more thing, hand care fee."
Huanong understood. Jiang Qiming thanked her in a different way for taking care of the old lady last night.
She rubbed her neck: "Take it and treat your colleagues to milk tea."
"Have you changed places today? Can you come back tonight?"
"live in hotel."
While responding to Wei Shi's words, Huanong opened the door with his key card. When he saw the room, he thought he had opened the wrong door, so he closed it and opened it again.
"Did you get the wrong room?"
Xia Mu shook his head: "No, the director said that the conditions of this hotel are the same for everyone. Think about it, you, the female lead, have this kind of room, and others have even worse rooms."
"Can I change the hotel?"
Xia Mu looked at her and shook his head: "There are no hotels nearby. The filming locations these days are relatively remote."
Before Huanong hung up the phone, Wei Shi heard that her princess disease was coming back and said, "Where everyone is treated equally, you don't have to be so picky. You either stay in a hotel or in a car."
Of course Huanong knew that she couldn't be too particular at times like this. If someone with intentions looked at her, they might say she was a princess!
He endured the discomfort and sighed: "I know."
"There is a four-piece set in the car. I'll bring it to change into. If you're not used to the quilt, I'll get the blanket." Xia Mu tried to solve the problem for Huanong, but Huanong had no choice but nodded.
In the evening, after I came back from filming and washed up, I was sitting at the table doing skin care when Lu Jingan came over.
As soon as the connection was connected, I was a little shocked when I saw the mahogany-colored wall background in Huanong: "Where is it?"
"It's a hotel, can't you tell?"
The stay was uncomfortable, Huanong was angry, and it was not good for him to have an attack in front of his colleagues on the crew, so Lu Jingan was hit by the gun as soon as he arrived.
"Are there no other hotels?"
"Gone."
Lu Jing'an knew that Huanong had been accustomed to fine clothes and fine food since he was a child, so he must rarely live in a place like this.
It was really frustrating for her to live in such a place today.
"How many days will you stay?"
"In three days, I will go back after finishing filming the scenes here."
"We'll make do."
Lu Jing'an comforted her. Huanong rolled his eyes when he heard this. What can he do if he doesn't? The best hotel within ten kilometers.
Can't find it anywhere else.
"Boss Lu! I'm not here, do you miss me?"
Huanong thought of something, and an idea flashed in his mind. He stretched his neck and looked at the camera of his mobile phone. The person who had just come out of the shower was wearing a relatively conservative long-sleeved pajamas, but even so, the places that should be exposed were still exposed.
The white groove appeared in front of him through the mobile phone screen, and the man sitting in the study pursed his thin lips.
Didn't answer the question.
"Asking you! Do you want it?"
"Do you think you can come back?" Lu Jingan asked.
Huanong clicked his tongue: "Yes, in two days, you can think about it first."
"Huanong, that's all you can do. Tease me when I'm not around. If you can, do it in person."
Huanong thought to herself, she is not stupid.
...........
"Master, there is someone at the door."
"who?"
"It's...a business person who came to see us some time ago."
The old lady came out of the bedroom with a tea cup and heard this sentence: "No, have you seen anyone?"
Hengqing was hesitant to say anything. When they brought benefits, the door was open and they welcomed him with joy. But now they have been retaliated by Mr. Lu, and they are turning away people when they are no longer of use, which might cause public outrage.
This too realistic approach is very likely to make the other party feel dissatisfied and take revenge.
"Let them in."
"You go in," he said to the old lady.
"They are all useless, what else do you do with them?"
"They are indeed useless, but human anger can kill anything, including us. Do you want them to turn their anger on Lu Jing'an onto us?" The old man's rhetorical question made people pause. .
The latter did not respond and entered the bedroom with a cup.
"Old lady, I went to check. No one in Beijing and Hong Kong really dares to clamor over Huanong. First it was because of Hua Jin, and now it's because of Yang Xian. In addition, this person himself is also a wise man. He has a retributive nature and probably doesn’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble.”
"I don't believe it. I can't avenge this."
In the living room, the old man looked at the people sitting across from him: "You guys came to see me, do you have something to do?"
"About Mr. Lu, Mr. Jiang probably hasn't forgotten how he promised us, right?"
"Of course," the old man nodded.
Everyone stood up angrily: "But look at it now?"
"I heard, is it possible that the fire in your warehouse was set by Mr. Lu?"
"You..." No one can talk nonsense without evidence. After all, it is just a rumor that Lu Jingan did it.
"Everything has its own time. The success of a gift depends on destiny. You don't think I can fight with heaven, do you?"
The old man's few words made the faces of the people in front of him turn dark.
He knew that his trip today was in vain, and he blamed them for seeking medical treatment in a hurry.
When Jiang Qiming received a call from the old lady and came to Jiang's house, he saw these people coming out of Jiang's villa and glanced at Huang Kai, who followed him and started chatting with them.
Here, Huanong was still video chatting with Lu Jing'an. When he received Jiang Qiming's WeChat message, he clicked on it and looked at it.
"Send you a picture and see if you recognize the people on it."
"Who sent it to you?"
"Jiang Qiming."
