Although Jiang Ai doesn't know how to invest and operate, she has bought countless jewelry and several houses over the years, and her limited-edition bags and clothes can also be sold, how can she make tens of millions, although she can't pay off her debts, it is still more than enough for Jiang Weiguo to see a doctor.

Speaking of this, Song Yu showed a hint of hesitation on his face, he picked up another folder at hand and handed it to Jiang Ai, "Theoretically, your assets are still in your name, but the 300 million borrowed by the group is borrowed in your name."

Part of the property in your name is offset, and the rest, Mr. Bo immediately submitted an application to the court to freeze your account, so as long as the money in your account is remitted, the money will be transferred to Mr. Bo's name. ”

She grinned angrily, gritting her teeth together and clenching the cup in her hand fiercely, her body tensing up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She always felt that she could accept any behavior in the face of Bo Shuyan, but he would refresh her bottom line every time and make her angry with him.

Song Yu looked at Jiang Ai, who was about to run away, avoiding her murderous gaze, thinking that if she knew that if she worked for Bo Shuyan now, she would definitely be killed.

But he is an old fox after all, he quietly drank the tea in the cup, looked at his watch calmly, and said seriously: "I have explained everything that should be explained, and the detailed information is in these two documents." If Miss Jiang doesn't understand something, you can always come and ask me. I'll have a meeting in ten minutes, so let's go first. In order to make amends, I please. ”

With that, he got up and walked outside.

Song Yu exhaled violently out of the private room, quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed Bo Shuyan's phone number.

As soon as Bo Shuyan connected the phone, a serious and nervous voice came from the receiver, "I advise you not to see Miss Jiang today, I am worried that she will die with you." ”

Bo Shu said a word that was not salty and hung up the phone.

Song Yu took down the phone and sighed worriedly, "Don't listen to the old man, don't listen to the old man." ”

Jiang Ai stayed alone in the private room for a long, long time, and finally, his anger died out with time, and his mind gradually cleared.

Jiang Ai can guess that the reason why Bo Shuyan does these things without leaking a drop must be that he wants to trap himself by his side and live by him. Although I don't know why the man who hated himself to death did this, the more he did this, the more he didn't want him to succeed.

She didn't have 300 million, but in the end, he went to sue himself and paid back his life.

The most important thing now is to raise money to save my father, as long as he has surgery and can get better, when my brother is released from prison, no matter what, they can live.

But what about children?

Jiang Ai's nose was sour when she thought of this, she didn't care, she pretended not to care and pulled the corners of her stiff lips and smiled, forcing herself to think of a way to raise money.

Jiang Ai only remembered at this time that his jewelry and clothes were in the Jiang family's old mansion, and as long as he could take them out, he could pay them back.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ai got up and walked out.

The old residence of the Jiang family is located at the junction of the East Third Ring Road and the East Second Ring Road, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is a rare feng shui treasure in the entire imperial city. Jiang Aisheng is here, she grew up here, and she never thought that one day she would have nothing to do with here.

In the middle of winter, this century-old mansion is slightly depressed and vicissitudes.

Jiang Ai looked at the closed iron door in front of him, and the sense of desolation and absurdity overflowing from the bottom of his heart swept through his body.

Her already pale face turned a little whiter, and her black and white eyes were smeared with long-lasting melancholy.

Jiang Ai stretched out his hand to smooth his black hair, wrapped his face in a scarf, and stretched out his slender fingers to press the doorbell.

After a while, a gray-haired man walked out, looked at the visitor, his cloudy eyes lit up, and he called out in surprise, "Miss." ”

"Uncle Liu?" Jiang Ai didn't expect that the housekeeper here was still Uncle Liu, and he was a little surprised and a little surprised.

Steward Liu hurriedly opened the door, looked at Jiang Ai carefully, sighed and said, "Miss, you have lost weight." ”

The long-term tiredness and sadness finally eased in front of acquaintances, Jiang Ai showed a relaxed smile, and her eyes were also dyed with a little warmth, "Thin and beautiful." ”

Steward Liu didn't have to guess to know that she was having a hard time outside, she was still a child when she left, but now she is a full adult.

"Let's get inside, it's cold outside." As he spoke, Steward Liu led Jiang Ai into the house.

is probably older, looking at Jiang Ai, who has seen him since he was a child, he can't help but talk a little more, "After the company went bankrupt, my lord fell ill." I don't know a lot of things, but I know that the old mansion soon fell into the hands of outsiders. I was thinking of dismissing the servants and returning to my hometown, but Mr. Bo found me and hoped that I would continue to stay. I didn't want to, but I thought that if I could wait for you and your brother to come back, it would be an explanation to the master. ”

Steward Liu babbled a lot and said some things from the past, obviously not a few years, but when he listened to it, he felt like a world away.

"Mr. Bo moved out and rarely came here, but he left behind all the servants he used before, and all the rooms were the same as before you left, and he didn't understand anything. Everyone says that Mr. Bo is a nostalgic person, but I think that Mr. Bo is hiding too deeply. To tell you the truth, when he came to the house, he was only a 12-year-old child, but at that time, I couldn't understand him. ”

Steward Liu knew that it was too late to say this, and he was a little hindsight, so he closed his mouth and said a few more words.

Jiang Ai said that she wanted to go to her room to have a look, so she went upstairs.

The things in the house are still the same as they were, but they increasingly set off the fact that things are not human.

Jiang Ai didn't care about him, opened the door of the room and went straight to the cloakroom, only to find that there was nothing inside, even the jewelry cabinet was empty.

Unprecedented panic struck, she bit her thin lip to death, and her tense cheeks were filled with stormy anger.

She quickly turned around and went downstairs, and as soon as she opened her mouth to shout Uncle Liu, she saw a tall and noble figure sitting on the sofa, he was wearing a handmade black suit, with an exquisite texture, and a thin layer of indifference on his body, and on his handsome face like a demon, the blue eyes looked at him deeply with a smile.

It's a thin book.

Jiang Ai was stunned for a moment, as if something was passing through his mind, and suddenly his mouth suddenly opened, it turned out that everything he had done was in his expectations, even under his surveillance.

A strong sense of shame and anger quickly took over her body, and a suffocating sense of oppression came over her, and she strode over to him with a cold face, picking up the vase on the table and slashing it at him.