There are many twists and turns in wealthy families. If it goes well, everyone will get to the next level together with Hemeimei. If it goes wrong, everyone will peel off a layer of skin neatly.
Without the old lady's management, the hotels in Mr. Jiang's hands were quickly targeted by his rivals. However, the old man has always been aloof and arrogant, and has never disdained to associate with these sluts. He has been paying attention to academic elegance all his life. I couldn't help but watch the Jiang family collapse and couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything except feel sad.
Before Lu Jing'an and Huanong were about to return to Beijing and Hong Kong, they paid a special visit to the two of them. When they walked into the Jiang family villa, they could see the same scene as before. In the house, only Hengqing and an aunt who cooked were left. The daily life of an old lady It all fell on the old man.
Take care of her eating, drinking and defecation, and provide her with feces and urine.
Still not falling.
Seeing this, Huanong couldn't help but sigh. How else could it be said that things have changed?
If the old man knew that one day he would live such a life, he would never let Bai Yun go away.
As long as Bai Yun is here, how could he be the one to do all this work?
"How did you come?"
"Can't come?" Faced with the old man's malice, Lu Jing'an just asked indifferently.
"You're not welcome here."
"oh!"
When the old man was closing the door, Lu Jing'an stretched out his big hand and pressed the door directly against it: "I'm here to see the house that belongs to me. When do I need your permission?"
The old man's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean should be clear enough. The current owner of this house is named Lu, not Jiang."
"That's nonsense. When did we sell the house?"
"You didn't sell it, so it doesn't mean that no one else is selling it!" Lu Jing'an stretched out his hand, and Xu Wei handed over the contract. The man shook the contract open and handed it to the old man: "It's clearly written in black and white on the paper. This house has changed hands. ”
"Are you committing fraud?"
"Is it important?" He has many methods and methods to kill people to make it impossible for them to live in the capital. This method is so gentle that it is unbelievable.
The old man understood that in the entire Jiang family, apart from him and Hengqing, who knew where these things were placed, who else besides him could do this?
"Hengqing? Is it Hengqing's handiwork?" The old man was so angry that he had no time to take care of Lu Jingan outside the house. He walked straight into the house. When he found the person in the kitchen, he grabbed Hengqing's arm and spoke sternly with his eyes wide open. .
"Did you do it? Was it you who sold this villa?"
Hengqing looked at the old man's angry look, neither humble nor arrogant: "It's not me."
"Besides me, you are the only one in the Jiang family who knows where these things are kept. Who else can you think of?"
"I've treated you well over the years and treated you like family, but how did you repay me in the end?"
"Sir, I have been with you for so many years, but in the end you doubt me because of other people's words?"
Hengqing's rhetorical question made Mr. Jiang suddenly come back to his senses. He turned around and found Lu Jing'an standing at the door, looking at him with a smile.
Then came Huanong.
She walked into the house, as if she was strolling through her own home, pointing to the atrium in the house and saying, "I don't like this place. I demolished it later, and dug up all the rose flowers in the yard. I don't like it." . The furniture in the house has been replaced with new ones, and the decoration has been redone. Once it’s done, I’m going to invite dozens of male models to come and dance with him for three days and three nights.”
When Lu Jingan heard Huanong's arrogant tone, he knew she did it on purpose.
After hearing the last sentence, I was not angry anymore.
On the contrary, he looked back at the person rather fondly, which was somewhat meaningful.
"You two are simply working together in collusion."
"Yes! The two of us are just working together, so move and get out of here."
"Lu Jing'an, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in a pigsty now. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have a chance to come to this world."
Lu Jingan raised his eyebrows and waited for someone to continue.
But when the old man thought of something, he stopped talking.
He laughed suddenly: "You still don't know why Jiang Wanzhou thinks you are a shame to her and someone she never wants to see in her life, right? Lu Jing'an, the answer is very long. You need to ask her in person."
When Hengqing came out, he happened to hear this sentence, his brows tightened, and the hand hanging by his side tightened slightly. Seeing that the old man had no intention of continuing, his fingertips gradually loosened.
"So what if you know it? Can you change it? Can you turn back time? If you can't, why bother to draw a prison wall to trap yourself in it? Do you think that just by saying this, you can make people think wildly? To pursue the answer?" Hua Nong Leng He snorted and glanced at the old man's wrinkled face with arrogant peacock eyes.
In just one year, the first meeting and this meeting were completely different.
It's like I'm dozens of years older.
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"You won't be disturbed by what the old man just said, right?"
In the car, Huanong saw that Lu Jingan was silent and approached him curiously.
The man reached out and pinched her palm and rubbed it slowly: "No."
"Then what are you thinking about?"
"Did you notice Hengqing's expression?"
Huanong recalled it and understood: "When he just sent us out, he was really hesitant to say something, and looked like he had something to say."
"But, it doesn't matter. If someone wants to tell us something, they will definitely come to their door. We will just wait."
What Huanong said is indeed correct.
That night, Lu Jingan was doing work in the suite, while Huanong was leaning on the bed, applying a facial mask, scrolling through WeChat on his mobile phone, and chatting with Chu Mi.
The two were chatting happily.
The bedside phone rang and Huanong picked it up. She didn't know what was said on the other side. She asked someone to come up and take off the mask on her face.
He stepped on the carpet with his bare feet and knocked on the door frame of the study. He was wearing a nightgown and leaning against the door frame with his arms folded: "Hengqing is here."
"I asked him to come up."
Lu Jing'an dropped the frame on the bridge of his nose on the book on the table, and his calm and controlled manner made Huanong want to press him down on the chair.
In fact, she did just that. She swayed over and sat on the armrest of the boss's chair. Her fingertips landed on the back of the man's neck, stroking her gently. Her posture was gentle and her voice was seductive: "Raise your head."
Lu Jingan did as he was told. He always liked Huanong teasing him.
It's natural to cooperate at this time.
I wish I could wash myself clean and lie on the bed to let Huanong get dirty.
Outside the house, the doorbell rang and stopped. Huanong sat on the man's lap, hooked his neck and kissed the man's Adam's apple.
This made Lu Jing'an's head tremble, and he carried the person to the big bed.
Huanong stopped him: "Hengqing is outside."
"Let him wait."
