"That's good. I think I'm really a little tired. You go and change clothes." Mingche continued to smoke, as if he was going to burn himself with the smoke.
"Brother Che, smoke less." Ye Zhehuan took two steps, then turned back, smoked the cigarette out of Ming Che's hand, and then left.
Mingche sunk his body deeply into the cushion of the lounge chair——
"An Can, call my personal lawyer over. I want to make a will."
"Master Che?! Will?" An Can was shocked when he heard this. Did Master Che know that his heart could no longer bear the load?
"Go ahead."
"Do you want to inform Mr., Mrs. and Miss?"
"No."
"Okay. Go to my study and wait for me."
"Yes, I understand, Master Che."
Ming Che's will was drawn up with the help of his lawyer. He read it over and then said, "One more thing. If I suddenly faint, don't save me. Give my heart... to Ye Zhehuan."
gentlemen."
"Master Che!" The lawyer and An Can were shocked at the same time, "No, Master Che, if everyone knows about it, they will be heartbroken to death."
"Stop talking nonsense and do as I say! Cough cough cough..." He was excited and coughed violently.
"Master, I'll call Dr. Zhang over right away." An Can took a glass of water, took out the pills for Ming Che, and then hurried out.
In the corridor, I happened to bump into Ye Yinhuan.
"Steward An, what's wrong with you, you're in such a hurry?" Ye Yinhuan saw him running out of Mingche's study.
"Little Miss..." An Can hesitated, Master Che had told her not to let her know anything, "Master Che has a cold, I'm going to get medicine." He had no choice but to tell a lie, and this lie was
It would give Ye Yinhuan a reason to go in and see his young master.
"Guard An, is he important?"
"...It's...important." An Can was not good at lying, so after saying this, he walked away quickly. As soon as An Can walked away, the lawyer also walked out of the study.
Ye Yinhuan looked in the direction of his study suspiciously, wondering why even the lawyer was here.
"Miss..." the lawyer nodded to her.
"Lawyer, is the master's cold serious?"
"Cold? Oh... it's quite serious." Seeing Butler An winking downstairs, the lawyer responded accordingly.
Ye Yinhuan looked in the direction of the kitchen.
*
Ming Che narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the series of data reports sent back from abroad by Ming Baishang on the computer screen. At the bottom was his message - "Son, leave everything to you. No matter what you want to do,
Is there any other way to give them all the property? By the way, your mother always says that she dreams about you and she is worried about your health. Are you okay? Is your heart not feeling well? "
Mingche closed the computer, leaned back on the chair, put a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and frowned slightly.
It seems that Ye Zhehuan, who has studied with him over the years, also has amazing business acumen and strategizing abilities.
In a short period of time, so many of his shares were acquired without anyone noticing.
"Ahem..."
Ye Yinhuan was holding a cup of water and pills. As soon as he opened the door, he heard Ming Che coughing.
"You have a cold, why are you still smoking?" She walked over and took the cigarette away from his hand.
As soon as she came close, he could smell the quiet and elegant fragrance emanating from her body.
Reaching out her hand, she fell onto his lap.
*
[Ah, I only wrote six thousand. I will make up for it tomorrow. Don’t worry, it won’t be a tragedy. Enjoy the process of being tortured. It won’t be too long. Just wait for the ending soon.]