Shangguan Zhixuan asked: "You haven't answered me yet? Will you wear it?"
Lin Qianqian, who was in a daze, said softly: "Wear, of course I will wear it."
"Well, that's good." His voice was extremely soft.
The car stopped slowly, the driver got out and opened the door of the rear car: "Miss Lin, I'm here."
Lin Qianqian hurriedly followed Shangguan Zhixuan and said, "Zhixuan, I'm sorry, I have something to do now, can I call you later?"
"Qianqian..." The man called her to speak, "I'll wait for you, I'm going to say something to you, can you come to the hospital tonight?"
"Okay, see you tonight." After hanging up Shangguan Zhixuan's phone, Lin Qianqian put her phone back into her bag and got out of the car.
...
Before Yan Mubei became a billionaire, he had another base with his men.
It is the busiest area of the old commercial street, above a private restaurant.
Like the Hong Kong-style gangster boss, the downstairs are used to run restaurants as a cover-up, and there is a unique world upstairs, and seven floors are all offices.
Every day, the accounts and money of each branch flow in and out of here, and the leaders of each branch gather here for a meeting every week.
Today is a regular meeting once a week, and everyone reports to Yan Mubei about the situation of the branch under his jurisdiction.
Generally small things, the following is to solve them.
The major issues that cannot be solved were discussed, and finally Yan Mubei decided.
Lin Qianqian doesn't like to come here. It's too dirty and complicated. Those fat men with snakes, tigers and phoenixes are all covered with fierce faces and rude words.
When I saw her, I looked at her secretly with the most obscene eyes, as if she was a woman who came out to stand on the street.
Of course, no one dared to come forward and ask her how much it costs, because she is Yan Mubei's woman.
I once tried a gangster who was ignorant of life and death. He grinned at her and stroked his belly with his palm. Lin Qianqian's face turned pale due to disgust.
Yan Mubei happened to find out and asked her if she was uncomfortable?
At the age of seventeen, she pointed at the gangster and scolded the hooligan, "The people here are so ugly that I won't play with you in the future."
The gangster who was called ugly and never appeared again since then.
It is rumored that he was dug up by Yan Mubei and threw him into a remote area to fend for himself.
Since then, when Lin Qianqian came to the main hall again, no one dared to look at her again.
"Miss Lin." The restaurant owner is still an old man, a gorgeous and elegant woman.
Her surname is Guo and her name is Fenglai. Everyone calls her Fengjie.
Guo Fenglai wore a narrow cheongsam full of classical charm, twisted the water snake's waist, pulled Lin Qianqian's hands affectionately, and looked up and down: "Oh, I haven't seen each other for three years. If Mr. Yan hadn't said you would let me pay attention, I would
I can’t recognize you, but I say that women change every time they grow up. As expected, I’m right. Look at you, you’re getting more and more beautiful. No wonder Yan Shao is obsessed with it.”
"Sister Feng is really good at joking." Lin Qianqian doesn't like to engage in traffic with her. Such people are too versatile and good at dancing.
Who is the person who speaks beautifully and decently?
A ghost knows it.
Lin Qianqian's cold and arrogant contempt did not embarrass Guo Fenglai, and she was as enthusiastic as ever: "Come on, I asked the kitchen to get you a few baskets of small pastries, let's eat them and wait."
It was lunch time, and the restaurants were all middle-class.
They have office workers dressed up, family-friendly families, and gatherings of friends.