Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
His forehead hurt, and blood oozed out, dyeing the wall red.
He slid down the wall and fell to the ground, saying, âLu Zifan? Youâre F * CKING inhuman. â
Back then, Lu Zifan had designed Zhao Tianming to eat health products and get cancer. In order to earn money to save his father, he could only be âkeptâ by Lu Zifan.
As a man, because he was poor, he could only let him decorate.
Now, he found out that he was not Zhao Tianmingâs biological son, but Lu Zifan was He felt that what he did in the past was like eating dog shit. It was so disgusting that he wanted to dig out his intestines and wash them.
âMr. Zhao. â At this moment, the bodyguard heard the commotion and walked in.
He stood there and looked at Zhao Yuyiâs extreme behavior, but he did not stop him. He only said lightly, âyoung master said that man makes things! If you keep complaining about the unfairness of the world, you might as well strike back. â
âYoung Master? If Iâm not Zhao Tianmingâs son, then Iâm not a member of the Qiao family, â Zhao Yuyi said.
He originally thought that he had found the âorganizationâ and knew that Qiao Hanye treated him well. However, he did not know that in the end, he was not a member of the Qiao family either. Now, he could be considered to be alone in Jiang city.
âyoung master also said that the Qiao family has always placed importance on the heart and has nothing to do with blood, â the bodyguard said.
He handed the phone to Zhao Yuyi and said, âIf you want to move on, you can give young master a call. â
Zhao Yuyi looked at the phone that he handed over. He was at a loss and did not know where to go. When he was about to make a call, he silently put down the phone.
In the bedroom of Jing Garden.
He Lanjin rummaged through her bag and saw a business card lying inside. She took it out and looked at it.
âIs it really him? â She looked at the business card for a long time and was silent for a while. She pressed the phone number on it and made a call. Soon, someone picked up.
âHello, Iâm he lanjin. Are You CEO LE? â She asked politely.
When the other party heard her name, he immediately said, âis it Xiao Jin? After you saved me last time, I originally wanted to find an opportunity to treat you to a meal, but there were some internal matters at the company, so I couldnât find the time. â
âHave you received the invitation letter from the television station? Youâre coming to the Spring Festival gala this year. Weâll find a time to meet. and Mr. Qiao, whoâs by your side, will come too. â CEO Le was a straightforward person.
After chatting with her for a while, he lanjin finally came back to her senses after hanging up the phone.
She called the director and communicated with him about this matter.
Hearing what she said, the director was naturally happy. He said, âsure! According to the primetime broadcast schedule, plus weâll be filming and broadcasting at the same time, weâll be able to hear the audienceâs thoughts. If thereâs a problem with the scriptâs direction, we can still revise it at extreme times or leave some suspense. â
With that said, the matter was settled.
âHanye, Iâll reward you tonight, â he lanjin said, and Qiao Hanye was delighted.
He thought that the reward she said was what he thought. In the end, she went downstairs into the flat kitchen and said, âshall I make you some dumplings? Or do you want to eat something else? â
Qiao Hanye listened, and he immediately went forward and said, âMrs. Qiao, there are many kinds of rewards. Other than food, we might be able to make something comfortable. â
âcomfortable? Do you feel comfortable eating and drinking well? â He lanjin said.
She hooked her finger at him and beckoned Qiao Hanye in. She said, âthen will it be more comfortable if you clean the kitchen once? â
â...âseeing this, Qiao Hanye immediately turned around and blocked her in the kitchen.
He locked the door with his back hand and pulled the barrier up. He walked toward her in large strides. He lanjin stepped back step by step, reached out with a carrot, and said, âdonât do anything rash. â