Lu Xishan finally endured backhand and gave her a slap in the face.
Did you hit me? Ge Wenjuan buried her face in disbelief and looked at her husband.
Lu Xishan’s face is extremely ugly. He said to Song Qingcheng, Qingcheng, you go first.
Song Qingcheng’s delicate little face always hung with a shallow smile. Even if Ge Wenjuan made the words worse, her left face was burning and painful. She didn’t even frown. When she heard Lu Xishan telling her to nod, Uncle and aunt, I’ll go back to my room.
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Song Qingcheng threw the bag on the bed, picked up the dressing table and filled half a bottle of mineral water to resist hunger.
She didn’t have dinner at Yu’s house. When she saw that Aunt Home Economics began to set dishes and chopsticks on the dining table, she went out and wandered around for more than two hours before returning to Lujia.
From time to time, Lou also came to argue with Ge Wenjuan and Lu Xishan.
Song Qingcheng walked to the front of the wardrobe, opened the door, took out an iron box from the bottom drawer, lifted the lid and pulled out what was hidden in it. Entertainment Weekly turned to the page where she had folded the corner.
It’s a cross-page divination report
The photo shoot is not very clear, but it can be distinguished that it is a man, a woman and two people. The woman next to a commercial car is wearing sunglasses and a mask. She is tall and stands out from the man in a white shirt and a black suit, but she still makes people feel the power of those in high positions.
The font of the title is marked red and enlarged in the center of the page-the boss of qi zhou Night Club Hengyuan after the film.
Benedict-Knocked at the door.
Song Qingcheng put the magazine and tin box back into the drawer and got up. At the same time, Lu Xishan pushed the door open and came in to see her looking up and drinking water.
Lu Xishan’s intention to come to her now is obvious.
Sure enough, her heart was swollen, and Liu Xishan spoke earnestly. I have already said that your aunt Liu called your aunt in the evening. He likes you very much and hopes that our two families can promote this marriage. Of course, you don’t like Uncle Liu and don’t force you, but it is not easy to find a well-off object in this society. Uncle doesn’t want you to suffer after marrying.
Song city quietly hanging eyes toying with the bottle cap didn’t pick up the words.
Lujia is not a Zhong Mingding eater. It’s only a matter of time before Lu Xishan’s father’s sea started to make a costume business. After two generations of efforts, Nancheng’s business community finally got mixed up on the floor. However, in the past five years, Lujiazhuang Company’s funds have been declining day by day, and several factories have been turned off one after another. It’s only a matter of time before we go to the bank to get the real estate license to pay off debts.
So Ge Wenjuan thought of marriage to alleviate the bankruptcy crisis of the company.
I’m not willing to sacrifice my blood, so I can take her as an outsider.
Lu Xishan sat by the bed with his hands on his knees. He paused and continued, The hospital called in the evening. I have already called 50 thousand yuan, which should be enough to pay for your grandmother’s medicine and hospitalization in July.
Song Qingcheng’s fingers closed the bottle cap and the edges and corners of the diaphragm made her palm ache.
Spread in the silent room
It was a long time before she said, Uncle Liu, I want to think about it again, okay?
Lu Xishan’s heavy face eased a little. He nodded and stood up to say something, but looking at his niece’s green face with no expression, he finally swallowed his words back.
I watched Lu Xishan leave the room and looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror near the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, full and bright forehead, picturesque eyebrows, high and delicate nose, pink lips and early twenties, just like flowers.
Ge Wenjuan arranged a so-called blind date for her, about one meter six, balding and paunchy, and the back of her hand already had age spots.
She still remembers that Mr. Liu looked at himself while eating, and his eyes were obscene, as if he had stripped off his clothes and laid himself in a porcelain dish instead of steak.
Song Qingcheng opened the mobile browser page and automatically jumped to the way back. She inquired.
The word Yu Tingchuan is also typed in the search box.
Pop-up has information, but a few websites have built him. Baidu Encyclopedia is also a general introduction. It is nothing more than the fact that the president of Hengyuan has not even taken a positive photo with the film-winning qi zhou. It should be his only exposure six months ago.
Song Qingcheng just wanted to close the corner of Baidu Encyclopedia, but he saw a link that was the title of a new building in the suburbs of Nancheng-‘Tan Garden in the Dream of the Royal Palace’
Attached is a 3d model of luxury villa.
The 100 million Tan Garden is one of the investment projects that Hengyuan just started this year.
-digression–
Sweet pet, warm man, loving wife, crazy devil, don’t be influenced by divination magazine. Judge o(∩_∩)o~ The woman and the old driver are ready for the routine, waiting for the man’s hook in front, expecting to receive the plot, and the pro can join the collection group!
☆ Chapter 2 It’s not right for people to look at money.
Early the next day, the nanny in the whole Song Dynasty had cleaned up the leftovers of the table.
Get up? Lu Xishan happened to come out of the first floor. He turned his head and rushed to the nanny in the restaurant and told him to cook another breakfast.
After saying his word, another woman said, Aunt Liang, come and help me set my hair.
Ge Wenjuan was wearing a professional suit on the second floor. She glanced coldly at the whole Song Dynasty and turned back to her room.
Liu Xishan, a householder, didn’t look very good, but Song Qingcheng smiled. I have an appointment with my classmates to go out to play breakfast and I won’t eat it.
Lu Xishan said, Going out? Then let the driver take you.
Song Qingcheng has gone to Xuan to change his shoes. No, it’s not a long way.
When Song Qingcheng left the room, Lu Xishan pinched his eyebrows and then turned to the landlord’s bedroom. Ge Wenjuan was thrusting his eyebrows. He looked at his wife in the mirror and took a reproach in her facial features. Qingcheng is still a child, can’t you be more considerate?
pa! The eyebrow pencil was patted by Ge Wenjuan on the dresser.
She looked up at her cowardly husband. It’s not like Lu Xishan went out of my stomach. Don’t forget that she’s not your short-lived eldest brother. Her own mother doesn’t want this child. Why do I have to treat people as living ancestors?
Section 2
Can’t you talk well and hold a gun and stick as soon as you open your mouth!
Ge Wenjuan smiled coldly. I’m not the one who picked up a weed and kept it as a treasure. I don’t know how many gifts you sent to Yuanwei High School and how many meals you invited. Did she reach out and ask you for money again last night? Her grandmother, who has been in the coffin, has been supported by you.
Lu Xishan’s forehead veins stood out, showing signs of hair. Ge Wenjuan picked up her eyebrow pencil again and spoke slowly. I’ve already prevaricated with Liu, and he’s not willing to dispute with a little girl that the company needs a lot of capital turnover now. If Liu suddenly changes his mind, you know better than me.
Lu Xishan chose silence when he thought of the company in crisis.
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Song Qingcheng came out of Lujia and went to the First People’s Hospital of the city by bus.
After the car, she went to the neighborhood to buy some fruit before entering the inpatient department.