"The central government plans to build a batch of affordable housing in H City, and I want the Cen Group to get this project." Cen Shanfang said calmly.
Cen Zhiqiao screamed: "Government projects should be based on the strength of each company. How can you let Gu Nianchen use the back door for you?"
Cen Shanfang crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at Cen Zhiqiao condescendingly, without a trace of fatherly love. "It's not okay for others, but it's a trivial matter for Gu Nianchen. Think carefully about whether you want to help me or not."
, or watch your mother’s grave being removed.”
Despair that she had never experienced before welled up in her heart. Cen Zhiqiao's heart felt as if she had been stabbed hard by a blunt object. The pain spread from her internal organs, thin and dense, as if it was going to tear her apart.
What to do? Do you really want Gu Nianchen to help? But even if she opens her mouth, this matter is of great importance, will he agree?
She didn't know how she got out of the room. Fang Manrou and Cen Zhiyou were looking at her gloatingly. Only her cousin Cen Zijin came over to support her: "Qiaoqiao, are you okay?"
Cen Zhiqiao felt aggrieved, but couldn't say a word. She was in a state of confusion. Holding Cen Zijin's hand, she wanted to say something, but the smile on her lips even she thought was ironic.
"Brother Zijin, what should I do?" His voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were filled with moisture. He was sad and confused.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of an engine stalling outside, and then Aunt He ran in.
"Master, my uncle is here." As he spoke, the door opened and closed, and a figure walked in with a cold air.
Cen Zhiqiao raised her head suddenly, and Gu Nianchen's figure ran into her eyes. She was surprised for a moment, why was he here?
Cen Shanfang had already heard the news and came out of the study. When he saw Gu Nianchen, he immediately put on a smile: "Nianchen, you are here." His gentle tone sounded like a loving father.
Gu Nianchen smiled slowly and looked at Cen Zhiqiao who was stunned there. He handed over the bag in his hand: "Didn't you say you don't like this outfit? Go up and change it."
This was the first time that Cen Zhiqiao had seen him in half a month. He still had the same angular face, with a faint smile, not thick, like the sunlight breaking through the clouds in winter, but enough to illuminate the heart.
Although she was still confused as to why he suddenly appeared, when she met his calm gaze, Cen Zhiqiao felt inexplicably at ease. After a slight hesitation, she took the paper bag, looked at him again, and then quickly went up to the second floor.