Chapter 383

Ling Qingzhou: "I'm not as shameless as you."

Yi Hansheng smelled the speech and smiled, but he was not angry.

If it had been left in the past, I was afraid that the man would have ignored it and shouted on the spot and sprayed him with blood.

Yi Hansheng's mouth is always powerful, which Ling Qingzhou deeply understands.

But now, after waiting for a long time, I didn't see him give a response. President zu'an changed into a saw mouth gourd. The key is that this man still smiles with deep meaning.

Ling Qingzhou suddenly felt cold in the back of his neck and numbness in his scalp.

It seems that he has something to rely on

For the next two hours, because Yi Hansheng unilaterally refused to accept the move, they were in peace.

When it's Ling Qingzhou's turn to give a speech, Yi Hansheng actually sits down with a smile and applauds him?

This scene fell into the eyes of many bosses.

The two are going to cooperate?

But when Yi Hansheng came to the stage, Ling Qingzhou sat down with a cold face, let alone applauded, took out his mobile phone and didn't even give a look.

Everyone suddenly——

Oh, it wasn't cooperation.

Does Mr. Yi find any new method, Mr. Qi Ling?

Don't say, it's really possible.

After the summit, there will be a business reception.

Ling Qingzhou attended with his wife and instantly became the focus of the audience.

Zhou Qin followed the man with a smile and earned enough face for her husband with a decent attitude and good conversation.

On the contrary, Yi Hansheng is still alone.

There were many women posted upside down, but they were ruthlessly rejected by him.

Finally, I found a clean place to sit down and catch my breath, but I heard a sneer——

"Why don't you bring out your new lover?"

It's Ling Qingzhou.

His wife didn't follow. He was alone.

Yi Hansheng loosened his tie and rolled his eyes without image: "it's none of your business!"

"It really has nothing to do with me, but your hypocrisy has finally stretched over the years, okay."

"Me? Hypocrisy? Are you sick?" Yi Hansheng felt puzzled.

Ling Qingzhou: "you don't deserve to guard for her." neither do I.

Then he turned and left.

Yi Hansheng was stunned for a long time before he reacted. He suddenly looked strange and guarded for her?

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, and his sleepy drunk eyes suddenly cleared up——

"Hello, it's me. Where are you? I'll ask the driver to pick you up... Not busy, I'll get away as soon as possible... You want to come? OK, we'll just go together after we meet."

Yi Hansheng finished the call and called the driver again: "Lao Huang, go to No. 1 middle school to pick up someone."

"Yes, I just sent the young master to the hospital. He went to see his classmates."

"It's not easy to say."

The old Huang was stunned and didn't pick up the young master. Who did he pick up?

"Jiang Fuyue."

Lao Huang doesn't know Jiang Fuyue. Yi Hansheng asks him to stop at the roadside. When she sees the license plate, she will get on the bus naturally.

After explaining, Yi Hansheng patted his face, took a deep breath, tried to wake himself up, and then strode to the bathroom.

Well, I have to clean up. I can't just see him drunk.

Midway, he called a hotel waiter: "is there any... Breath freshener?"

"Yes, would you like to spray or chew?"

Yi Hansheng said, "which effect is good?"

"Everything is good, but it tastes better."

"OK, then chew it!"

After he cleaned up and left the hotel, Lao Huang arrived with Jiang Fuyue in a few minutes.

The rear window dropped, revealing Jiang Fuyue's young, beautiful and a little angry face.

Yi Hansheng's eyes shine, and he feels very hot all over.

The heart said: it's all because of the wine. It's too strong.

Lao Huang was ready to get out of the car and open the door for him. Yi Hansheng raised his hand to stop him.

He sat on it himself, on the other side of Jiang Fuyue.

"Let's go."

Lao Huang nodded, started the engine and drove away.

Unexpectedly, this scene happened to fall in the eyes of someone in the next car.

Ling Qingzhou said in a deep voice, "follow up."

According to the driver.

Just now at the reception, when Yi Hansheng answered the phone, he heard it.

No. 1 middle school... Jiang Fuyue

This name has appeared in his son's mouth many times. Is it Yi Hansheng's new love?

He wants to see what the hell these two people are doing!

In the afternoon, Yi Hansheng's abnormal performance made him wary. In addition, he had received news earlier that this man was trying hard to find a female student. Now it seems that it is not as simple as "gold Lord and little three".

The keen sense of smell told Ling Qingzhou that there must be something else in it!

In Les's spacious carriage, Yi Hansheng took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it and handed it to her: "have a drink?"

Jiang Fuyue raised her hand and took a drink: "thank you."

"What happened?"

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyelids and looked at him. She is worthy of being an assistant to herself.

"I want to talk about business with you. Are you interested?"

Yi Hansheng's eyes lit up: "of course."

Soon, the car stopped in front of a teahouse.

Yi Hansheng gave two orders to old Huang Fen, and entered with Jiang Fuyue.

Lao Huang drove to the opposite parking lot when a Bentley came and stopped at the previous Rolls Royce position.

Ling Qingzhou glanced at the gate of the teahouse. At night, a man and a woman didn't make an appointment with the hotel. Did they make an appointment with the teahouse?

significant!

He snorted and smiled, pushed the door and got off: "find a parking lot nearby and wait for me."

The driver hesitated: "but... My wife is still at the reception. Do you need me..." drive her back first?

Ling Qingzhou: "don't worry about her."

The driver nodded and didn't dare to refute, but he couldn't help but say in his heart: it's a pity that he married a husband who didn't know how to hurt her.

Private room of teahouse.

The place is easy to pick, and Jiang Fuyue has no doubt about its concealment.

They sat face to face, with a series of tools for making tea in the middle.

Yi Hansheng started directly. The whole set of movements was flowing and beautiful until the cups in front of them were filled with light green tea soup. Jiang Fuyue took a sip and nodded, "it's very fragrant."

"How's it going?" he asked.

"There is no better than that."

Yi Hansheng smiled happily, "that's good, that's good..."

What Jiang Fuyue doesn't know is that no one has been qualified to drink his tea for 20 years.

She is the first in all these years.

Back to business, "you just said business? What business?"

Jiang Fuyue pushed the prepared documents in front of him: "look."

Yi Hansheng opened it with a little doubt. Soon, his face gradually became dignified.

"This is..."

"From the moment of my accident, Lou's development plan for nearly 30 years has been realized in the first 20 years, followed by the 21st year."

Jiang Fuyue sat in her seat. Without looking at it at all, she skillfully turned to one of the pages. Her fingertips fell somewhere and gently clicked.

The sound is like clasping on the tip of Yi Hansheng's heart.

Stuffy hair.

It was written on it - requisition the land around linhuai bronze street and build a high-end residential community, which was the first step for Lou's real estate to enter linhuai.

Bronze Street... It's the dirtiest and most chaotic place in linhuai, but the land price is also the lowest!

Yi Hansheng took a breath: "who made the plan?! I really dare to think!"

Jiang Fuyue: "I."

"Cough..." the man choked and his cheeks flushed. "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Fuyue: "I did it. Before I was killed, I planned Lou's road for the next 50 years. I only had time to write down the first 30 years."

Fortunately, it is only 30 years. If we make up for the next 20 years, Lou's development will be far more than the current level.

Ironically, Lou Mingxin robbed her seat, but he was still using what she left. Isn't it too bad?

Yi Hansheng swallowed his saliva: "is it true or false?"

Jiang Fuyue smiled and hugged her arms and chest: "otherwise, where do you think this thing came from?"

She wrote it by memory!