The old lady hugged her grandson with a wary expression, "What do you want to do?" ”

Zhong Wanwan pulled the thin cold ink clothes, "Don't be like this." ”

Bo Lengmo still had an undissipated anger on his body, raised his eyes to look at Zhong Wanwan, frowned unbearably, and his frosty eyes were full of doubts, "Zhong Wanwan, how did you live so big?" ”

"It's a customer, after all." Zhong Wanwan opened his mouth weakly.

Bo Lengmo's expression changed and changed, and finally became an extremely complex expression, like anger, like loneliness mixed with distress, "So they are more important than you." ”

Zhong Wanwan seemed to have been smashed with a hammer, and there was a rattle in his head.

She deliberately ignored this problem, feeling that she was worthy of her mother and the Zhong family, and her feelings were not so important, that was the Shen Zhen that she had never dared to touch after so many years of walking corpse.

"Do business," Zhong Wanwan reluctantly hooked the corners of her mouth and squeezed out a smile, "They all pay attention to harmony and make money." ”

Bo Lengmo leaned on the piano, Shen Tuo lit a cigarette for him, he took a long breath, reached out and flicked the ash down, and then calmed down. "Some money can be earned, some money is not necessary. Don't you know now? ”

Zhong Wanwan suddenly remembered that scene a few years ago.

In a high-end restaurant she had never been to, her mother, wearing black high heels, carrying a delicate small leather bag on her wrist, and a huge green gem on her slender white fingers, simply threw a contract in front of her. "Two million, leave my son."

At that moment, she thought that she would feel humiliated and would stand on the moral high ground and scold the other party, rich and amazing. In fact, she was much calmer than she imagined. It's also much more realistic.

She just sat weakly in her chair, flipped through the contents of the contract, and finally raised her face and asked, "Why is there no breach of contract clause?" ”

Bo Mu sneered, "No one dares to go back on their word in front of me, no one can afford this price, and you are no exception." ”

Zhong Wanwan shook her head and spoke rationally and restrainedly, "I hope that the contract can add the consequences of breach of contract, and the money will be in place at one time." ”

"If you breach the contract, you can pay ten times the compensation." Thin mother opening.

20 million, which is almost an amount that Zhong Wanwan, who has a seriously ill mother, will never be able to take out in his lifetime.

Zhong Wanwan nodded in agreement.

She signed her name at the end of the contract, one by one. Parallel with her mother's critical illness notice, this is the most serious signature she has ever signed.

Write down the number, like fate is irresistible.

Bo Lengmo lowered her hand and pressed a string of notes, waking up Zhong Wanwan in her memory, she smiled bitterly: "Fate is not up to anyone, what do you say you can't earn, don't you come here like this." ”

"I can't get by, Zhong Wanwan." The thin cold ink crushes the cigarette. "Shen Tuo made an appointment with you with a doctor, and he was still in the hospital last time, so go and see for himself."

As soon as Zhong Wanwan wanted to refuse, she noticed the low air pressure around Bo Lengmo, so she had to nod, thinking that she would agree first, and it didn't matter if she didn't go.

"Shen Tuo, you go with her." Bo Lengmo saw through Zhong Wanwan's careful thoughts at a glance.

Zhong Wanwan's ankle was a little misaligned, the doctor helped her straighten her bones, prescribed some medicine, and returned to the piano shop.

This matter was regarded as a quiet person in Zhong Wanwan's place, but it did not pass in Bo Lengmo's place, and Zhong Wanwan quickly knew what Bo Lengmo's words meant.