Chapter 113 It’s still the same room

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At this time, they were about 10 meters away. The housekeepers Li Fugui and Cheng Shi were stopping to watch, one enjoying the fun and the other worried.

"How about we avoid it first?"

Cheng Shi frowned: "Miss is crying."

"People in love are like that. They like to act coquettishly and so on. It's okay."

"Miss doesn't know how to act like a spoiled brat."

Li Fugui waved his hand: "That was before."



Tang Xiaowan had a very happy dinner, while Li Zishen looked relaxed, but in fact he was full of worries.

"Zishen, what are you going to do later?"

"There's something... I need to talk to Bai Long."

"Oh, that's it! Then I'll go upstairs first, take a bath and have a good sleep, you can do whatever you want."

"good."

Li Zishen watched Tang Xiaowan leave until he saw her taking off her shoes and jumping up the wooden steps.

So naughty, always like to go barefoot!

No wonder the Plum Garden is built with solid wood everywhere, Mrs. Tang really has good intentions.

Immediately, Li Zishen also left.

He had a very bad feeling that the night raid was not as simple as it seemed. It could not be just to take blood and determine the blood type.

The scent of the medicine that Tang Xiaowan had been struggling with and the small pill that Bailong accidentally picked up during the investigation all undoubtedly pointed to 8028, which had been shelved for many years.

"Five minutes later, rockery pavilion."

"Yes, Brother Shen."

After hanging up the phone, Li Zishen raised his head and glanced at the second floor of the villa, then headed straight for the back garden.

He thought Tang Xiaowan had already started taking a bath, but little did he know that the light in the room was only on, but she had actually gone elsewhere.



Country Y, Wanhua Office Building.

In an office based on black and white, a woman with flaming red lips is writing and drawing on drawings, her eyes are burning and she is very focused.

Her long, slightly curly hair reached her waist, and her skin was as white as snow, giving off a cool light.

"Sister Hua."

The door was pushed open, and a delicate voice came.

The visitor's name is Meng Yiran, a 25-year-old jewelry designer who graduated from the top aristocratic university in Country Y.

Ye Wanhua ignored it and continued busy.

"Really, I've changed it so many times, how come you still can't believe it? It's so annoying. I can guarantee that this time it will be an instant hit. Sister Hua, just believe me once. Please, okay? good?"

"What if we lose, just pack up and leave?"

"Hmph, I hate it. I'm going to do my work."

"Wait a moment."

Meng Yiran suddenly stopped, rushed to his desk, and asked with a smile: "Agreed, can we start work?"

"It's already very late, go back early."

"Huh, disgusting, let's go."

The door was opened and silence returned to the office.

Ye Wanhua shook his head and smiled, took a sip of tea, and then continued to look at the drawings.

Although she had just celebrated her 45th birthday, the years had not left any traces on her face. Even if she said she was 25, a lot of men would probably believe her and even pursue her.

She was busy all the time and didn't leave until half past ten.

On the brightly lit street, a white car slowly passed by. Ye Wanhua was sitting in the passenger seat with her eyes closed.

"Don't you want to eat something?" the man driving the car asked softly.

Ye Wanhua shook his head, his eyes still closed.

The streetlight swept over her tall nose, making the man feel sad.

His name is Yang Rui. He is 35 years old. He is a bodyguard and assistant. He is also the person who has followed Ye Wanhua for the longest time in Wanhua Jewelry.

"The doctor said you can't stay up late."

"Have the flight tickets been booked?"

"Yes, it's the first flight. The hotel is still the same place. The room number remains the same. We have reserved it for you for two days."

Ye Wanhua slowly opened her eyes: "Okay."

Through the car window, she looked at the bright street lights and couldn't help but yawn.

(End of chapter)