A French shot is almost five minutes long.

Wen Lishu lay dizzy on his side in Song Qiancheng's arms, like a lazy cat.

She regained her strength before slowly opening her eyes.

When the curtain was lifted, the eyes were Song Qiancheng's blazing eyes.

Her dark eyes always made her unable to read his true thoughts, and she felt uncomfortable and wanted to break away, but her iron arms hugged her so tightly that she couldn't leave.

Her arms couldn't twist her thighs, and she gave up struggling.

The two of them stayed so calmly that Wen Lishu almost forgot that not long ago, the two were arguing with words.

Soon after, his voice sounded faintly: "If you have an idea in your heart, say it, be gentle, speak well, and don't play tricks with me." ”

Since she learned Song Qiancheng's true thoughts in Weng Ran's mouth, her heart was not so panicked.

It was rare for him to speak so well, and she also seized the opportunity to say what she resisted in her heart.

She inhaled softly, "I don't want to go to Zhou's house, let alone go to the hospital for that kind of surgery." ”

Wen Lishu just had the mentality of giving it a try, and raised his eyes to look at him, Song Qiancheng maintained an indifferent expression, but unexpectedly, he readily agreed.

He said, "Okay." ”

For a few seconds, Wen Lishu thought that she was having auditory hallucinations, and looked up at him again, Song Qiancheng stretched out a hand, touched her head, and said calmly: "Sleep, I haven't rested all night." ”

With his promise, Wen Lishu unloaded the thousand pounds of boulder in her heart, and without the psychological burden, she closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

This night, she slept very peacefully, and had a good night's sleep, and slept all afternoon.

In the evening, she was awakened by a nice voice.

The sound was not loud, but it was magnetic, and even if you didn't open your eyes, you could know that the voice came from Song Qiancheng.

Wen Lishu opened her eyes slowly, the place next to her was empty, she looked for the source of the sound, and the target landed on the balcony of the room.

At this time, Song Qiancheng was standing there casually, holding his mobile phone and chatting about business.

Wen Lishu didn't understand any of the financial professional terms he said, but it didn't prevent her from savoring his voice.

Listening to that voice, she couldn't help but want to close her eyes and go back to sleep.

She thought so, so she did it, Wen Lishu really closed her eyes again, but at this time, her mobile phone vibrate, she opened her eyes again, and took her mobile phone from the bedside table.

There is a message reminder on the screen of her phone, which is the auction news she paid attention to last time.

When Wen Lishu saw it, her face rose with worry, and what she was most worried about had happened.

The Wen family's villa is about to start shooting, but her stock is still in her hand.

The court has already set a time for the auction, which is scheduled to be held on the Internet in two weeks.

Wen Lishu has a headache, even if she finds the seller now, it still takes time to go through the process, so it is impossible to get the money in a moment.

Thinking of Wen's father's nostalgia for the Wen family's villa, she couldn't bear to give up.

But she was shy in her pocket, but she couldn't do anything.

Staring at the pages of the phone screen, the countdown to the auction time has started.

Wen Lishu looked at the countdown numbers on it and sighed sadly.

After thinking about it, she cast her eyes on the balcony, where Song Qiancheng was still standing upright.

She looked at his back and secretly wondered if it was better to talk to Song Qiancheng and let him do a favor.