808 Sleeping?
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Twilight Jinyan left the tea garden and got into the car.
The car drove away slowly.
Bo Kun: "Young Master, since you don't plan to use Yang Meng, why do you still want to see her?" ”
The corners of Du Jinyan's mouth hooked, but the smile didn't catch her eyes at all, "She ran into a wall with me, so she will go to Du Shichang." ”
Bo Kun was confused, "Why does the young master want Yang Meng to go to Du Shichang?" ”
"Twilight Jiayin can't give birth to a pure child, and she has long been stuck in the thorn in Twilight Shichang's heart. He asked Du Jiayin to marry into the Qin family, which should be just a delaying tactic. But if there is a pure-blood child or two, the plan should change. ”
Twilight Shichang hid too deeply.
Only by letting Twilight Shichang move, he can have more opportunities.
"But......" Bo Kun frowned, "With Du Shichang's ability, it is impossible not to know that Yang Meng is a charm." If he wanted to find Yang Meng, he would have done it a long time ago, and he wouldn't have waited until now. ”
"That's because Du Shichang is a smart person and knows that Yang Meng will never have children, because if she gives birth to a child, she will have no value and will lose all the backstage. However, now that Yang Meng is begging him, it is different. ”
"But I still don't get it." Bo Kun thought for a while, "Du Shichang's artificiality, if he really wants to have a child, he doesn't need legitimate means at all. ”
It has been more than 20 years since Du Shichang occupied the Du family, and if he can give birth to a pure-blood child, he doesn't need to use the imposter of Du Jiayin to take the risk.
With the power of the Twilight family, it is impossible not to find a woman who can give birth to a pure-blood child in more than twenty years.
Twilight Jinyan looked ahead with a nonchalant expression, "That's what I want to prove." ”
Twilight Shichang even dared to move werewolves, it was impossible not to dare to move.
Even if Yang Meng made a big push in the background, with the original of Du Shichang, it was not impossible for Yang Meng to disappear from under everyone's noses.
And with Du Shichang's ambition, it is impossible not to want pure-blood children.
Therefore, there is only one possibility left - Du Shichang can't have children.
*****
Qin's Mansion!
Secretary Nie Xiaobei looked at the clock on the wall, and at 11 o'clock in the evening, he looked at the door of the president's office again.
The BOSS has no intention of leaving work, and they don't dare to leave work.
I went to the pantry, poured a glass of water for the boss, and was about to send it in.
Li Yang came in and asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Qin still there?" ”
"It's still there." The secretary whispered back.
"Give it to me." Li Yang took the water cup and knocked on the door, "Mr. Qin." ”
"Come in."
Li Yang opened the door and went in, seeing that Qin Jian was still reading the documents, he carefully put the water cup in front of him, "Tomorrow morning flight, why don't you go back early to rest?" ”
"I'm not going back tonight, I'm going to sleep here for one night." There is a lounge in Qin Jian's office.
"Baggage and passport ......"
"I have already asked Wu Ling to pack up, and when Wei Qiang comes to pick me up, he will bring it over. You should go back and rest early,"
"Yes."
"Nie Xiaobei, they haven't gotten off work yet, right?"
"Yes."
"When you go out, tell them to get off work."
"Yes."
Li Yang left.
Qin Jian pushed away the notebook, rubbed his aching forehead, and glanced at the mobile phone resting in his hand.
An Yin didn't give him a single text message.
Qin Jian was silent for a moment, got up, entered the lounge, took out a change of clothes, and entered the bathroom.
When I came out of the shower, I picked up my phone and pressed the screen on, but there were still no incoming calls and no text messages.
Reviewing?
Qin Jian sat down on the chair, opened the text message, and typed: [Have you slept? 】
After losing, it is eliminated again.
Re-type: [What are you doing?] 】
Finger moved to the send button, paused for a moment, and still clicked the cancel button.
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