After a pause, she asked, "How many total assets of Zhou Qichuan you liquidated?" ”

"What I give you now is worth more than 80 billion." Lawyer Gu replied again.

Eight tens of billion!

This time, Song Zhiyuan's eyes widened slightly.

Didn't Zhou Qichuan not have a stake in the Zhou family, where did he get so much money?

Although she has always known that Zhou Qichuan is an investment master, and the projects he invests in almost never fail, the assets of 80 billion yuan are really something that Song Zhiyuan never thought of.

After a moment of shock, she took the assets in the hands of the two lawyers and looked at them carefully.

Real estate, shops, buildings, manors, private islands, yachts, private jets, luxury cars and jewelry, as well as stocks and cash of various listed companies, are dazzling, only Song Zhiyuan can't think of it, and there is nothing that is not in the list.

She watched for nearly ten minutes.

After reading roughly all the assets in the list, she was shocked, she raised her head, looked at Zhuo Mu and the two lawyers opposite, and asked, "Is this all the assets in Zhou Qichuan's name?" ”

Zhang Mu smiled meaningfully, shook his head and said, "No." ”

The biggest asset under Zhou Qichuan's name is Zhuoyuan Group.

Zhuoyuan Group is not listed, nor can it be transferred, but can only be inherited.

Unless Zhou Qichuan dies, Song Zhiyuan can rightfully inherit the Zhuoyuan Group.

No!

Song Zhiyuan was shocked again in his heart, but his face was calm.

Looking at Zhuo Mu's appearance, he didn't seem to want to say more, and she and Zhou Qichuan were not intimate and loving couples, and they didn't need to know each other too well.

Glancing at the list of assets in his hand again, Song Zhiyuan confirmed, "What Zhou Qichuan means, these assets are all transferred or given to me, even if I divorce him one day, he will not take them back?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Mu smiled and gave a fairly positive reply.

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows with a playful expression.

She asked Zhou Qichuan for four or five billion.

This figure is already an astronomical number for Song Zhiyuan, and she never thought that Zhou Qichuan would honor it even after agreeing.

But now, she actually took 80 billion to give it to herself.

With such a huge amount of money, she and her mother are estimated to have squandered it in several lifetimes.

"Madam, please sign it, after signing, Gu Lu and James will go through the relevant transfer and gift procedures immediately." Seeing that Song Zhiyuan seemed to be hesitating, Zhang Mu urged.

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at Zhang Mu, did not hesitate any longer, and after agreeing "yes", he took the signature pen in his hand.

……

Originally, Song Zhiyuan wanted to go to bed early.

But lying in bed, tossing and turning, I can't sleep.

I don't know if I responded to that sentence, I have short hands and soft mouths.

She received 80 billion from Zhou Qichuan, so she couldn't sleep with a weak heart.

Since she couldn't sleep, she simply got up and took her phone and swiped it aimlessly.

Unconsciously, it was already more than one o'clock in the night, and Song Zhiyuan suddenly felt a little thirsty.

She got up, took the glass of water on the low table and wanted to take two sips, but the water was cold and she wanted to drink it warm.

Glancing at the time again, his eyes couldn't help but darken.

Zhou Qichuan, this dog thing, can you not go home for the night if you give money?

However, which is more important, 80 billion or whether he will come back for the night?

Of course, it's 80 billion.

With these 80 billion, she doesn't have to worry about calling eight top ducks every night.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing at herself, and went downstairs with a glass of water, intending to pour a glass of warm water to drink.

However, when she opened the bedroom door and went out, she saw bright lights pouring out of the slightly open room diagonally opposite.

The room diagonally opposite is Zhou Qichuan's study.

Although their bedroom is a large suite with a study, the study of the bedroom is only for her use, and Zhou Qichuan has always dealt with everything in the study diagonally opposite.

It's so late, how can there be people in the study? Could it be that the lights forgot to turn off? But she hasn't been to Zhou Qichuan's study tonight!

With a confused mood, Song Zhiyuan wore cotton slippers and approached carefully and slowly.

In the dead of night, the entire third floor was even more audible, and Song Zhiyuan couldn't even breathe involuntarily.

When he was about to approach the door of the study, suddenly, a man's voice came out from inside, the voice was not loud, and Song Zhiyuan didn't hear it very really, but she could tell that what came out of it was fluent American English, and the voice was not Zhou Qichuan's.

Song Zhiyuan's footsteps were stunned for a moment.

Could it be that someone else came to the house?

But soon, another voice sounded, and it was also fluent in English, but this time, Song Zhiyuan was sure that it was Zhou Qichuan.

Zhou Qichuan is back? Having a video conference?

When did he come back? Why is there no movement at all?

With a confused mood, Song Zhiyuan raised his legs again and approached.

Coming to the door, she looked through the slightly open crack in the door—

Sure enough, the dog man came back, and he was sitting in the large class chair in front of the desk at the moment, with his hands propped on the armrests of the large class chair, crossed together, staring at the elevator screen seriously, his good-looking brows were slightly twisted, his eyes were unblinking, and he was very serious and engaged.

He was indeed in a video conference with foreign countries.

After a glance, Song Zhiyuan's confused and uneasy heart instantly calmed down.

Even she didn't know it, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and then, she retracted her gaze, tiptoed even more, left the door of Zhou Qichuan's study, and walked downstairs.

She didn't use the elevator, but took the stairs.

When she came to the restaurant downstairs, she turned on a small lamp, poured a glass of warm water, and then leaned in front of the sideboard and slowly sipped it.

Zhou Qichuan, when did he come back?

I'm back, why don't you tell her?

Is it unwanted, disdainful, and unnecessary? Or do you think she's asleep and you're afraid of waking her up?

Just thinking about it, in the extremely quiet space, in the direction of the elevator entrance, there was a slight sound of the elevator door opening.

Song Zhiyuan was startled, and instantly turned his head to look.

When the elevator door was fully opened, one of the man's long legs stepped out of the elevator, and as soon as he lifted his eyes, he met Song Zhiyuan's surprised gaze.

Suddenly, Zhou Qichuan lifted his lips and smiled, walked towards Song Zhiyuan with a pair of long legs.

Looking at the man who was getting closer and closer to him in a daze, when Song Zhiyuan came back to his senses, he quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his head to drink water, his heartbeat and breathing, but at this time, he inexplicably messed up the rhythm.

"Why don't you sleep so late? Hmmm—"

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