"What do you mean?" The proprietor waved the doorman away and asked as the door closed.

"I heard that the eldest daughter of the owner family is terminally ill, and the owner family loves this daughter very much." Searching for the information found in his mind, Yun Qiange sat on the stool and poured himself a cup of tea, and said leisurely.

"How do you know?" The owner's brows were furrowed, and in order to stabilize the employees in the factory, she did not publicize her daughter's serious illness.

"The doctors who go to your house one by one, just ask." The woman took a sip of tea and shrugged her shoulders.

"Even then, I won't sell my factory cheaply." The proprietor opened the door suddenly, his tone was cold and angry, and he spread his hands outward: "Please!" ”

"Don't worry." The woman put down the teacup, she got up gracefully, and calmly walked to the door in the angry eyes of the owner, an autumn wind blew, blowing her dark black hair, like a soft slender jade finger picked up a strand of hair sticking to her cheek and slowly pinned it to her ear, the movement was gentle and gentle, this natural beauty was really pleasing to the eye.

The corners of her lips hooked up a gentle smile, her dark eyes flashed with moonlight, and her tone was as fleeting and distant as smoke: "Boss, look, the wind is blowing." ”

The proprietor was stunned for a moment, and saw the woman stretch out a pair of green and white hands and slowly close the door, slowly ......

Closed...... Door......

Why does she think the door closes so slowly and her eyelids are so heavy......

After closing the door, Yun Qiange turned around in time and caught the owner's fallen body, she helped the owner to a bamboo recliner in the house, and said in a cold voice: "The owner, do you remember that the factory once sold a white glove, and the silk thread was not an ordinary silk thread, it was made of silk." ”

According to the information collected by vanilla, silk technology was not developed in the Tianyuan Dynasty, and most of the gloves made by textile factories are just woolen gloves, and there is only one factory with silk glove technology, Jiaxing Textile Factory, I heard that Jiaxing Textile Factory only made a pair and did not make it again, and who did this pair of gloves fall into, how could this owner not know?

"I don't remember." The sleeping proprietor shook his head and said resistantly.

Yun Qiange's eyebrows raised slightly, it's not that the owner really doesn't know, but it's obvious that the patient is resisting the hypnotist and refusing to exchange ideas with her, it seems that she has to insert her memory in a different way.

She gently patted the owner on the shoulder and said soothingly: "Okay, don't be nervous, your body is very soft, your whole body can't exert strength, you start to slowly adjust your breathing, you will slowly calm down, you can." ”

After the owner's mood was relieved and his breathing began to calm down, Yun Qiange followed Wang Liang's description and then spoke: "The weather was very good that day, you came to the factory as usual, and a woman stopped you, she was wearing a veil, and she was buying a pair of silk white gloves from you, look at her appearance, who is she?" ”

The owner suddenly clenched his hands, and his tone was angry: "It's her." ”

"Oh? Who is she? ”

The owner's face began to panic and fear: "I can't say it...... I can't say ......"

The woman bent down, attached the owner's ear, and said in a quiet tone: "No, you can tell me that if it weren't for her, your textile factory would not have fallen to this point, I can help you, you don't have to be afraid, as long as you tell me, your hardships and hardships will pass." ”