Liang Zhongli stood in place, his fat face swelling a little gloomy.

Some of the cloudy eyes seemed to have become clear, and calculations were tumbling inside.

It's as if he was standing in the office and looking at Jiang's building, his eyes were crazy and excited.

Liang Zhongli, who is now here, is over half a hundred years old, and he has long since lost the strength to start from scratch.

And now he is facing a huge debt.

Liang Zhongli raised his feet and dragged his somewhat bulky body towards the figure in front of him.

"Wait a minute." Liang Zhongli's voice carried a depression that he didn't even notice.

The corners of Yueniang's lips were hooked, as if she had expected it a long time ago.

She stopped, turned around, and looked at the person standing in front of her panting.

"Liang always thinks about it?" Her tone was affirmative.

Liang Zhongli nodded: "Yes, if the matter is successful, you will help me hit the Liang family hard." ”

Yueniang didn't hesitate at all: "No problem." ”

Whether this thing succeeds or not, she won't survive.

It's just a promise, and if you give it, you give it.

She is a dead man who can't be cashed in, and it's understandable.

Liang Zhongli doesn't know Yueniang, she has always been a person who makes the best use of things.

Liang Zhongli was already a little impatient: "Do I need to do anything now?" ”

Yueniang chuckled: "No, wait for me to contact you." ”

When she was done, she turned and walked away.

Yueniang's pace is obviously much faster than before.

……

……

In the blink of an eye, the imperial capital turned into autumn.

The gas gradually cooled down.

The leaves on the side of the road have fallen, yellow, orange and orange, inexplicably giving people a sense of loneliness.

Yu Zhouwan's eyes fell outside through the car window.

It's been a long time since the last time Yueniang called.

Yueniang seems to have suddenly evaporated from the world.

The faint uneasiness in Yu Zhouwan's heart was like a snowball, getting stronger and stronger.

The heart is like being stuffed with a ball of cotton, soft and very uncomfortable.

Yu Zhouwan exhaled secretly.

Immediately after, a slight cool temperature came from her left hand.

She turned her head to look that way, and suddenly crashed into a pair of dark eyes.

"What's wrong? Well? "His voice was soft, like he was coaxing a child.

Yu Zhouwan moved his gripping hand, interlocking his fingers with him, and the uneasiness in his heart seemed to fade a little.

Her voice was a little faintly low: "I'm very uneasy here." ”

She lifted her other hand and placed it lightly on her chest.

Jiang Xu pushed a little harder and held the softness in his palm even tighter: "Or is it because of Yueniang's matter?" ”

Yu Zhouwan exhaled again, wanting to relieve the uneasiness in his heart: "Hmm......"

Jiang Xu's deep dark eyes moved slightly, he closed the laptop in front of him, and pushed up the table in front of him with his bony hand.

His thin scarlet lips pursed slightly, turned slightly sideways, and his slender and powerful arm passed through Yu Zhouwan's right arm.

Jiang Xu slightly raised the hand that was interlocked with her ten fingers, and his arm was across her waist.

Yu Zhouwan is very light in itself, so it is very easy for Jiang Xu to pick her up.

Jiang Xu's two arms were exerted at the same time, and he hugged Yu Zhouwan into his arms.

He habitually rubbed the top of Yu Zhouwan's hair with his chin, hugged her whole person, and his low magnetic voice was very soft: "Won't this be better?" Well? ”