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Chapter 21 021: Rong Li knows how to protect his wife~

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    "Xu Tanling went to the imperial capital to find your brother-in-law a while ago, and it was even on the hot search list." Qin Zhaoli asked, "Do you know about this?"

    Xu Tanxi said: "I don't know."

    Qin Zhaoli doesn¡¯t like Xu Tanling. It¡¯s not that she has done anything hateful. Xu Tanling is a good person and very popular.

    But the problem is that she is too popular.

    Xu Tanxi¡¯s mother Wen Zhaofang raised Xu Tanling¡¯s daughter as her own daughter, but as for her own daughter, she gave it to others to raise.

    Xu Tanxi grew up at the knees of her aunt.

    "She has been in the limelight recently. Her team wants her to secure her position as a front-line star while it's hot. They probably want to use the back door. After all, half of the resources in the entertainment industry are in the hands of your uncle."

    Xu Tanxi did not answer.

    Qin Zhaoli ended the topic: "I have a call coming in, I have to hang up first."

    "good."

    Xu Tanxi waited for Qin Zhaoli to hang up first.

    Outside the house, the card on the flower basket was blown to the ground by the wind, and fell next to a pair of white sneakers. The owner of the shoes stopped and picked up the card.

    "Qin Zhaoli."

    The voice is clear and crisp, the tone is a little lazy, and the words are pronounced with a clear accent. He is Rong Li. He is from a small town in the south, but his speech has a Beijing accent.

    He walked into the store and put the card on the cabinet: "The one who does medical work in Nancheng?"

    Xu Tanxi was surprised: "Do you know my friend?"

    ¡°I don¡¯t know him, I just heard about him.¡±

    He is an intelligence worker, and he knows a little bit about the reputable people in all the major areas. The Qin family in Nancheng is engaged in medical treatment, and their business is very large, but the family is very thin. In this generation, there is only one Qin Zhaoli left, and he is young.  He became a business owner at a young age, was very aggressive in his approach, and accomplished mergers and acquisitions beautifully. His reputation is not small.

    Rong Li didn't rush upstairs. He stood next to the container and "accidentally" glanced at the colorful candies inside: "Is she your friend?"

    He refers to Qin Zhaoli.

    Xu Tanxi nodded and said yes.

    Rong Li commented in a tone that had nothing to do with him: "Your friend is quite honest."

    Xu Tanxi didn¡¯t know what he meant: ¡°What are you referring to, sir?¡±

    Rong Li said calmly: "Isn't she the only customer in your online store? The repeat customer who bought six handkerchiefs."

    Xu Tanxi immediately lowered his head and blushed with embarrassment.

    After Rong Li finished speaking, he went upstairs, threw his coat away, covered his face, and lay down to catch up on his sleep.  The girl downstairs is not very smart and can't lie. She is as clean as a blank sheet of paper and can arouse his desire for destruction.

    Not even two minutes after he closed his eyes, his cell phone rang, and the call came from an unknown number.

    After all, he was a "dead person", so Cheng Ji couldn't contact him blatantly, so he used an unknown number: "I have information about you, do you want to buy it?"

    Rong Li said concisely and concisely: "Make a price."

    "Plastic relationships are all maintained by money, so how can Cheng Ji be polite: "With your Rong Liuye worth, you should be worth seven figures anyway."

    Rong Li helps him look after the store, and it only costs 8,000 a day. If it is less, the price will be increased next time, and the price increase will be based on this transaction.

    He didn¡¯t make a counter-offer and just went to his account.

    "The money is transferred to you."

    Cheng Ji was satisfied: "Your enemies are all investigating the car accident half a year ago. They must be suspicious."

    Rong Li escaped from that car accident. When he got tired of it, he deliberately killed himself.

    Probably because the "failure" of the dignified Rong Liuye was too smooth, it made those who were looking forward to his death every day sleep even more uneasily.

    There is one more thing.

    Cheng Ji asked Rong Li: "Have you ever dealt with Mr. Wen?"

    Rong Li replied: "Which Mr. Wen?"

    There are a few people with the surname Wen in the imperial capital who can be ranked.

    "Who else can there be in the imperial capital, Mr. Wen, the one who sings in Liushuang Pavilion?"

    There are many people with the surname Wen, and all of them are called sir, but there is only one person who can be called Mr. Wen, and that is Mr. Wen's old son, Wen Shiyu.

    Liushuang Pavilion is Liyuan, the only Peking Opera garden in the imperial capital. It is said that Wen Shiyu is good at singing, and he especially likes to sing Qingyi, but no one has ever heard him sing in opera.

    Rong Li said: "No."

    He, a person who sells secrets and intelligence, is the last person to have any dealings with an upright gentleman like Wen Shiyu.

    Cheng Ji looked like he was watching a show,He said with interest: "Wen Shiyu asked about you just now in Guanheshan."

    "What did you ask?"

    Cheng Ji smiled: "I asked you why you died."

    Why did he ¡°die¡±?

    There are too many people who want him dead.

    The wind chimes rang at the door downstairs, indicating that guests were coming.

    Xu Tanxi put down the embroidery in his hand and stood up: "Hello."

    Three gentlemen came in.

    Xu Tanxi came to Xiangyun Town not long ago and didn't recognize them. In fact, these three people were well-known gangsters in the town. They didn't do anything serious all day long. They were close friends with Yang Laosi from Huaqiaoyang.  There are many people growing tea in the town, and since it is an ancient town, tourists from out of town often come to visit. These people specialize in selling cigarettes to tourists.

    The one walking in the front is Du Quan, and the two behind are named Wanba and Zhao Jiu.

    "Isn't this a tattoo shop?" Du Quan touched his forehead and chewed gum. He had thick eyebrows, earrings and tattooed arms, and he was dressed very fashionably. "Why are you selling desserts?"

    Xu Tanxi¡¯s shop mainly sells sweets such as candies and chocolates. There are very few freshly made desserts and cakes, and only ten are provided every day. She doesn¡¯t make them herself, but has them flown in from a coffee shop in Linshi.

    Xu Tanxi avoided the other person¡¯s looking eyes: ¡°The tattoo is on the second floor.¡±

    Du Quan raised his eyebrows at her: "Are you getting a tattoo?"

    "No." Xu Tanxi was unhappy, but said patiently, "The tattoo master is also on the second floor."

    "Miss," Du Quan whistled fluidly, his eyes blatantly landed on Xu Tanxi's waist, and he said in a provocative tone, "Add me on WeChat."

    His two brothers were also laughing deliberately.

    Xu Tanxi turned around and didn't want to pay attention.

    But Du Quan tugged on the hood of her sweater from behind, letting it go and teasing her deliberately: "Don't be so cold."

    Wanba held his hands and laughed: "Brother Quan, I don't want to do it."

    "What do you know? If a girl says she doesn't want it, then she wants it." Du Quan's face was not bad, and he seemed to know that he had a good skin. He played with the skull hanging around his neck to look cool, "Make a friend.  I will not eat you."

    Xu Tanxi moved farther away from him, adjusted her collar, spoke in a low voice, and looked as fierce as she could, "You're a scumbag."

    Du Quan looked at the two brothers behind him: "What did she just say?"

    Zhao Jiu took a piece of candy, peeled it off and threw it into his mouth: "I'm calling you a slut."

    Du Quan laughed and cursed, his eyes became more unscrupulous, and he stared at Xu Tanxi and glanced up and down: "Let me go, what kind of treasure is this? It came from ancient times."

    As soon as he finished speaking, something scratched Du Quan's forehead. When he looked on the ground, he saw it was a tattoo needle. He wiped his head with his finger.

    Depend on!  See blood.

    Du Quan turned around and saw a man standing on the third step from the top of the stairs. The man was leaning on the handrail like a boneless person. He had a harmless and delicate face. He did nothing and gave people the impression of a lion sleeping.  The feeling of waking up.

    "It's closed today, you can go out."

    Du Quan¡¯s eyelids twitched inexplicably: ¡°Who are you?¡±

    His tone was calm and his eyes were lazy, as if he hadn't had enough sleep: "Me?" He thought for a while, "The murderer's son." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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