MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 72

Chapter 72

"The land is intended to build a commercial residential area. There is news inside, and the subway will be repaired soon. After that, the land price will be turned over immediately. If you let it go, the board will definitely not."

Assistant Song said that it was euphemistic and that man was killed by money. This is no longer a question of willingness or disappointment. Jiang Wenxu wants to go so far, and the board of directors has to swallow him.

"We are not doing this project under the hand, let's find some odd things to let them worry about. Moreover, the investment in the early stage is too big, so much money is being spent there." Jiang Wenxu stunned. A temple that swells pain.

"but…"

"Okay," Jiang Wenxu waved his hand: "I am too annoyed now. What happened to me to go to the company in two days. I will call you for a while.

Song assistants snorted and concentrated on driving.

After more than 40 minutes, Song Assistant stopped the car. Jiang Wenxu was already asleep. He didn't rest much these days.

"General Jiang?"

Jiang Wenxu slept very lightly. When the car just stopped, he woke up, but he was too tired to even open his eyes.

"Well, you don't have to go to the company tomorrow, wait for me to call me here." Jiang Wenxu opened his eyes, raised his hand and tightened his collar, and pushed the door down the car: "The company asked someone to say that I haven't come back yet."

He walked into the unit and used the card to brush the elevator. When he was busy outside, the feeling of loneliness was lighter, but when he returned home, when he was alone and cold, the atmosphere that was quiet and suffocating could drive people crazy.

Jiang Wenxu opened the lock of the house with his fingerprints. Muran entered the house and lit all the lights. Then he poured his face on the sofa and took a book under the pillow.

That simple collection, the title page has its own handwritten words.

After Wen Zhishu left, Jiang Wenxu found the book from the study. When he wanted to know what he wanted, he would be very careful to turn it over. This is his new habit.

Recently, Jiang Wenxu always thought of a lot of things in the past, and some things scattered in the eyes of others are insignificant. Sometimes it’s not even a problem in the mind. It’s just a special scene. He knows how to laugh out of a small dimple. He is so tender and loved that he fell asleep in his arms. Eyebrows slightly tilted to the head.

But cruelly, some of the beautiful scenes that I think of and put in my mind are only arranged by Jiang Wenxu to deliberately arrange for himself. He simply does not dare to think about what he later hurts He Zhishu, and more often his mind is not controlled. When he was awakened by nightmares every night, he always sat in front of the door with his knees in his eyes, and all the blood crying in his eyes was blood. Sometimes I dreamt that I would sit on the sidelines and watch the intoxication push the He Zhishu out of the cliff.

Jiang Wenxu’s pillow was wet every night for a while. When he was too confused, he shed too many tears and told himself that he could never cry during the day.

He can't be jealous, he is jealous, what should he do?

Jiang Wenxu swallowed two sleeping pills in cold water. He had to sleep peacefully for a night, and there are still many things to do tomorrow.

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Jiang Wenxu did not know when he was asleep. He was still asleep on the sofa when he was woken up by the phone early in the morning.

"General Jiang, do you have arrangements today? It is already eight o'clock." It is Song Assistant.

Jiang Wenxu sat up straight, his eyes fell on the book beside him - maybe he fell asleep last night, and the book was sealed with a seal. Very strange, just a shallow white mark, in a flash, let Jiang Wenxu's heart hurt like a bit.

"General Jiang?"

Jiang Wenxu gently put the book on the coffee table and stroked the corner with his hand: "Come now, come and wait for me downstairs."

After hanging the Song assistant phone, he turned over the phone number after half a day in the address book. It took some thoughts to come. I was looking for someone to take the relationship, and I forgot which night party and Li Zekun came to the private number.

"Hmm?" Some lazy male voices, revealing nothing to the heart.

"Li Shao, it is me, Jiang Wenxu."

"...Jiang Zong?" Li Zekun seemed to take a few seconds to remember that he knew this person: "Is there something so early?"

Li Zekun is not very old, and he is 23 to 34 years old. Jiang Wenxu has forgotten that it is very early for the young people at eight or nine.

"Is bothering you, I asked you for help some time ago. The land in the West End is down. I don't know if you have time today, thank you officially." Jiang Wenxu's gesture was very low. The opposite is the orthodox Prince, and Li Zhiqi is only forty. With such a son, his wife also loved the child to the extreme.

"No, it's easy." Li Zekun seems to be lacking in interest: "And I have no mood to go out to play recently."

"I just want to talk to you, some time ago... I heard that someone in your family is not very good? I have a friend who does the bird's nest business in Malaysia. The swallows sent are big and clean and very nourishing."

Li Zekun had some interest. After thinking for a few seconds, he said: "That is, there is nothing wrong with today. I will send the address to your mobile phone. I am troubled by Jiang’s coming to me."

After hanging the phone on the opposite side, Jiang Wenxu immediately dialed a number: "Xiao Chen? You are going to the Finance Department to give me one million cash. Don't ask anything. I will let Song Assistant take it. Remember, use a small suitcase. Loading."

After the completion of the account, the mobile phone text message prompts the sound, Jiang Wenxu looked at the address of a villa in Xishan, and licked his lips.

After washing, he took some medicine before going downstairs. Song Assistant is already waiting.

Jiang Wenxu coughed a few times before he slowed down: "Go to the company first, you go to Xiao Chen to get the money." He texted the mobile phone to Chen Assistant and looked at it: "And then go here."

It was almost twelve o'clock when I transferred from the company to the Xishan villa area. Jiang Wenxu had nothing to eat from last night, and his stomach was burning. He rubbed his hands and rubbed his face, his face pale.

"General Jiang, are you okay?" Song assistant saw it and was worried. Jiang Wenxu rarely shows discomfort on the outside, and it must be very serious now.

"I'm fine, don't go away, I will call you to pick me up." Jiang Wenxu took a small silver suitcase and pushed the door off the car.

According to the detailed address, it is very easy to find, Jiang Wenxu knocked on the door and someone soon opened the door. But he was embarrassed for a while.

It’s a strange boy who opens the door. It looks very beautiful. It’s hard to find in the circle, but the age of the face is too small, at most 18 but nine.

"Are you looking for Li Zekun?" The child smiled politely at him, but his face was pale.

When Jiang Wenxu entered the door, he faintly noticed that this was more difficult than imagined. There are really few who dare to call Li Zekun’s name in front of people.