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    Feng Jian looked at her silently.  After a while, he picked up the wine glass and poured himself wine.

    Wan Ling smiled slightly: "Brother-in-law, don't blame me. In fact, I only speak for Zhou Yu¡ª¡ª"

    Feng Jian said: "I don't quite understand you, Manager Li."

    What does the woman in front of you want?

    If she has feelings, she should understand what Wanyun did (even though it was stupid).  If it was beneficial, she should be the one to marry him now.  If it is a career, Wan Ling should at least concentrate on it.

    "You can't do anything well. You're always calculating and scheming. You're passionate about interests but can't bear to break up. You're not much younger than her. She gave you a chance, but so far you've been reduced to a speaking role -" Feng Jian blocked it  Wan Ling slapped her hand, Wan Ling tried to struggle, but failed.  He said coldly, "I'm not your sister, and my responsibilities to you and your family are limited - if you don't want to listen to me, just go away."

    Release your hands again.

    The scene was silent for a moment, and Feng Jian continued to drink expressionlessly.  Wan Ling's face was ugly, and no waiter came past the table.

    After a moment of silence, Wan Ling suddenly laughed slowly and said, "Actually, I never quite understand you, Feng Jian."

    She said softly: "As good as you are in doing things, why didn't you think that my sister has such a face and has not had a single suitor in the past ten years? This circle is so small, does she really think that the past can be hidden seamlessly? But she is confused.  It¡¯s just a family that accommodates me! And with the speed at which my uncle and aunt were ruining their family before, my family should have been wiped out six or seven years ago - until now, it has not been completely damaged. Who do you think you are relying on? "

    Feng Jian looked at her.

    Wan Ling said coldly: "Oh, my sister does have a way with men. In order to chase her, Zhou Yu rented a whole street of cars from the private school and created traffic jams in order to spend more time with her. The previous car accident was so big, and  It wasn't that he secretly helped her clear all the cases - it was more trivial matters. Is my sister really unaware of these details? Not necessarily. However, she has always been proud and refused to forgive Zhou Yu or come forward on her own. So this  During the financial crisis, I simply robbed you from Wan Ling and asked you to pay off these bad debts for her."

    Wan Ling stood up and continued to drink for Feng Jian.

    His wine glass was empty at some point.

    "I wanted to warn you from the beginning: You should marry Wan Jin honestly, or be bolder and offer to marry me." Wan Ling said coldly, "The involvement between Wan Yun and Zhou Yu will never end. Part 1  You gave me the words you gave me last time, and now I will give them back to you. Zhou Yu is indeed not simple, but your wife is the same thing. You take care of yourself, and I hope you will not be reduced to a talking role like me."

    Based on Feng Jian¡¯s experience with the crazy family, Wan Ling¡¯s words are similar to He Long¡¯s words, so just listen to them in half.

    ¡°At least compared to Wan Yun¡¯s previous explanation of ¡°so-called feelings¡±, Feng Jian is more accepting of the version provided by Wan Ling.

    The everlasting problem is, is it really difficult for a man to admit that a woman is only close to him for money (power), or for a woman to admit that a man is only close to her for beauty?  They must not have grown up in Linlang Street, and their understanding of the law of the jungle and effective competition for resources is not in place.

    ¡°At least Feng Jian didn¡¯t feel particularly hurt.  When the pursuit of money and his own personality have been integrated, it is difficult for Feng Jian to imagine Wanyun's face without beauty - just like it is difficult for him to imagine Zhou Yu's worthless appearance.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? (Here I¡¯m leaving aside the weird Li family), in addition to having a grand family background, they usually have some real abilities.  Zhou Yu made a phone call to Wanyun with his hand dangling in front of his eyes. Feng Jian felt that it was necessary to talk to Wanyun.

    But that night, he was the only one who returned to the mountainside villa alone.

    Zhen¡¯s mother took over Feng Jian¡¯s coat: ¡°Madam said that the young lady was taken away to go to the spa, so she asked my uncle to sleep first.¡±

    Feng Jian walked out of the study after handling official business. At two forty-five in the morning, Wan Yun had not returned yet.  No phone calls either.

    When the bedroom door was opened softly from the outside, Feng Jian glanced at the watch on the cabinet.

    It¡¯s still dark, and it¡¯s still at least an hour before the earliest time to walk the dog.

    Feng Jian allowed herself to slow down her breathing, closed her eyes peacefully, and continued to lie flat on the bed.

    However, the high heels clicked softly, and Wan Yun sat directly next to him.  She had not yet changed out of her evening dress, and there was a slight sound as the gorgeous fabrics were rubbed, and the familiar smell of perfume came again.

    "Feng Jian?" Wan Yun called him softly, "Feng Jian?"

    She leaned down, lifted the quilt and snuggled up.  Feng Jian had to stop pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes and reached out to hug her.

    "Where have you been?" Feng Jian tried his best to control his voice.

    She didn¡¯t answer, Feng Jian saidsp; Unlike the old capitalists, the latecomers in the market are different. Feng Jian's company has always been profitable, and his attitude towards reinvestment has always been extremely cautious.  In a short period of time, it was true that only Feng Jian could come up with a large amount of money to alleviate the urgent need.

    Feng Jian wrote down the amount, stared at the string of zeros at the back, signed the signature, and pushed the check over.

    "You let your second uncle come out first." Feng Jian said gloomily.

    However, Wan Yun didn't answer, and he couldn't help but frown.

    He Long once disdainfully called Feng Jian a nouveau riche. Although his mouth was full of sourness, it was not unreasonable.  Li's cash flow has been difficult in recent years, but it has many properties and can always move east and west.  Even if you are in a tight situation for a while and just put a few calligraphy and paintings up for auction, it will be extremely shameful to spread the word outside, you can still survive the time.

    Feng Jian has cash, but it is only cash. He does not have a huge family fortune like Li's to use as guarantee.  Before marrying Wanyun, the venture capital almost required the "divorce structure" to be included in corporate governance.  Now that the crisis has just passed, the industry is booming. If Feng Jian no longer has enough cash on hand, what if something happens¡ª¡ª

    Feng Jian obviously considered this too, but he didn¡¯t think it was a big problem.

    ¡°After all, it¡¯s just a deposit, and the cycle is not long.¡±

    After a pause, no matter how ugly the words were, Feng Jian still kept it in his mouth, and it would probably be even meaner if he said it, so he just flicked the check irritably.

    This time, if you don¡¯t have to do it yourself, who will?  Embezzling money from the company?  Wan Yun paid for it out of his own pocket?  Or did she go to Zhou Yu?

    It is not a pleasant thought at all. It is already very unpleasant to sit here and sign a check at this moment, but the woman opposite is still refusing, which is even more uncomfortable.

    Maybe Wan Yun does have other ideas, but Feng Jian is not worried.

    He said impatiently: "I am lending this money to your second uncle. In addition to the principal, I will have to pay it back with interest. I will also have a talk with him after he comes out."

    Wan Yun also has thousands of thoughts in her mind at the moment, but it is superfluous to talk about superfluous self-esteem at this time.  Solve the problem first, and Feng Jian is indeed the best candidate to borrow money now.

    She took the check and forced a smile: "Oh, what is the interest? Tell me, and I will ask my second uncle for double the amount. He should learn a lesson."

    Feng Jian sneered: "Huh, I don't care about your second uncle. You have to pay back the interest."

    Zhen¡¯s mother knocked on the door gently outside, reminding Feng Jian that she had gotten up later than usual.

    Both of them stayed up almost all night and looked tired.

    Wanyun helped Feng Jian tie his tie, and after a while he said softly: "I will transfer the money to you quickly."

    Feng Jian reminded: "Hey, don't forget, you still owe me interest."

    Wan Yun smiled, thinking of the boy from Du Wang's family, and patted him on the face.

    Feng Jian took her hand and suddenly frowned: "That little boy is not that annoying."

    "Oh, I feel like you don't like him."

    Feng Jian didn't say anything. After a while, he said slowly: "With the money I have left now, I can still buy back the apartment. So, you can consider it, ahem, so -"

    Looking at each other, Wan Yun couldn't help but hold her breath, but she didn't know why she was nervous.

    Suddenly there was another knock on the door, louder than last time, and both of them were frightened.

    "Miss, the call Madam gave you seems to be very urgent¡ª¡ª"

    Feng Jian breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his temples: "Forget it, you go and listen to your mother's call first."

    Wan Yun insisted: "It won't be too late for me to leave after I finish speaking."

    Feng Jian couldn't help but look sideways. After all, she is a woman, even Wanyun, she can never learn to be more public than private.  However, when I interrupted something that I was hesitant about, I felt a little guilty and found it difficult to continue.

    Amid Wanyun¡¯s urging, Feng Jian held back his words: ¡°Oh, I want you to consider consider returning the knife to me.¡±

    "knife?"

    Feng Jian had a sullen face and said nonsense: "Didn't I give you a knife before? Before I ask you for interest, you should return the knife first. The right will be used as collateral."

    Under He Long¡¯s repeated urging on the phone, Zhen¡¯s mother knocked on the door again.

    Before he even raised his hand, Feng Jian was staggered out and the door closed behind him.

    Zhen¡¯s mother was startled and took three steps back: ¡°¡­Aunt, uncle, you, what are you pointing a knife at me for?¡±

    Feng Jian lowered his head to look at the knife in his hand. He straightened his tie, gave the knife to Zhen's mother, and said perfunctorily: "You keep it first." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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