Chapter 239

Anning, barefoot, opened the door. Outside the door stood the bodyguard in charge of her safety, sleeping on the couch!

A touch of disgust flashed across the bottom of her eyes, but she came forward and gently shouted, "brother Wang? Brother Wang?"

"Ah, miss! Miss, why did you come out without shoes? If you have any orders, just call me in."

The man called brother Wang stood up and rubbed his bleary eyes.

Although I've seen the wound on Anning's face, it's scary to see it on this big night.

Anning saw shock and pity in his eyes, and the hand hidden in the sick suit gradually tightened.

This kind of look is what she hated most from childhood to adulthood!

What I thought was like this, and there was another expression on my face, "my mobile phone was accidentally broken. I can't see the way and can't wake you up. That's why I came out."

The voice of peace was soft and weak, and a little ugly smile rose on one face.

Brother Wang felt guilty when he was told that it was wrong to sleep. He smiled awkwardly:

"Ah, I'm really sorry. I'm so sleepy at home these days that I fell asleep."

"It's okay, brother Wang. Do you have a cell phone? I want to make a call." Anning lifted her lips slightly and tried hard to bear the surging emotion in her heart. No one saw the resentment flashing from the bottom of her eyes.

These servants look down on others. When she gained power in the past, there was no such treatment!

"Yes, yes, I'll buy you a mobile phone tomorrow." Brother Wang quickly took out his mobile phone, wiped the dog leg and handed it to Anning.

"Thank you, brother Wang. Then I'll go first."

"Good, good." Brother Wang breathed a sigh of relief and wished that the little ancestor would hurry in.

"Hmm? Why is there blood on the ground?"

Brother Wang was about to get back to sleep when he saw the small pool of blood on the ground and was confused.

Finally, I couldn't think of a reason. I shook my head and went to bed again.

Peace in the ward, holding a mobile phone, did not hesitate to press the number that is genetically familiar to the heart.

Pick it up soon.

"Hey, now I want you to do something. You know what you will get after success."

The man on the phone paused for a moment and finally agreed to the request for peace.

Hang up the phone, Anning directly released her hand holding the mobile phone, allowing it to fall to the ground and splash debris.

And Anning turns a blind eye, like looking at a pile of garbage.

"Zhao Qiqing, I will never be soft hearted this time!"

……

S city.

Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen are shopping in the mall, choosing gifts for her grandfather. They have no idea what happened in city A.

At this time, Zhao Qiqing picked up a jade, looked at it for a moment, and then put it down, "no, this quality is not good enough."

They have been shopping for a long time, but they haven't found a satisfactory gift.

"Let's see again."

After wandering for so long, even Zhao Qiqing was a little annoyed, but Fu xishen still looked the same, leisurely as if he were patrolling.

Zhao Qiqing sighed, "or forget it. My grandfather and I have no blood relationship. I don't know how to face him when I go..."

The failure to choose a good gift, coupled with the stone pressed on her heart, made her timidly stop.

"Look forward, if you don't have a good one, go again."

Fu xishen did not answer Zhao Qiqing's words. He covered Zhao Qiqing's slender waist with his big hand and pushed forward slightly.

Although Zhao Qiqing didn't hold any hope, she also took a few steps forward.

After passing a tea shop in front, Fu xishen suddenly stopped, "why don't you go in and have a look?"

"OK."

Zhao Qiqing looked at the sign above and didn't write any name. There was only a simple logo of the tea cup. It looked very chic.

Remembering that grandpa also loved tea, he followed Fu xishen in.

"Welcome. What kind of tea do you need?"

The waiter came out of the service desk and asked in a neutral tone.

This attitude is neither indifferent nor overly enthusiastic, which left a good impression on Zhao Qiqing.

She thought, "do you have any good recommendations?"

"Yes, please follow me."

Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen looked at each other and followed them one after another.

"This is the Dahongpao of Wuyishan mother tree. It's a treasure of our store. It's a good choice to collect it and send it to the elders."

With white gloves, the waiter carefully picked up the plate containing tea cakes and bit the word "elder" seriously intentionally or unintentionally.

"Mother tree Dahongpao?" Zhao Qiqing couldn't help exclaiming.

She has heard of this Dahongpao mother tree. There are only six trees left in the country, and the annual output is very small. It can be said that there is a price without a market.

I didn't expect to find it in such a small mall.

This is undoubtedly the best gift for grandpa!

"OK, I'll take it. Please wrap it up for me. Thank you."

Waiter: "OK, just a moment, please."

Zhao Qiqing nodded, sat down contentedly and began to wait.

She couldn't hide her excitement and shared with Fu xishen: "I remember selling the tea cake at a high price of 10.4 million in an auction house, but I was still in school at that time, otherwise I would have gone to have a look."

"Well, there will be opportunities in the future."

Fu xishen had no expression and didn't tell Zhao Qiqing that the tea cake was right in front of her now.

"It's wrapped, miss. Please take it."

"OK, you can draw the money from here." Zhao Qiqing took the bag and handed over a card.

The waiter smiled and refused: "Miss, you may not know that what our store pursues is to satisfy the guests. You can go back and try first. If you are satisfied, you can tell us to collect the money. If you are not satisfied, you can return it."

"Can I return it?" Zhao Qiqing frowned, confused.

What else can you do with such a valuable thing?

If Fu xishen hadn't affirmed the value of this tea cake before, she would have suspected that it was selling fake goods.

"Yes, our boss is also a tea lover. He doesn't want his collection to be taken away by people who don't like it. That's why there is such a rule."

The waiter showed his standard eight teeth and talked nonsense without changing his face.

"Well... I'll leave a contact information first."

Zhao Qiqing has no doubt about him. Those who like tea have their own hobbies and persistence.

She didn't ask much, but left her contact information.

"I wish you a happy life and look forward to your next visit."

The waiter's sweet voice faded in Zhao Qiqing's ear, and she unconsciously aroused the corners of her lips.

"I wish I could meet the boss and thank him." Thank him for giving her such a precious tea cake.

Wen Yan, as the real boss behind the scenes, Fu xishen's decisive pace rarely pauses.

Suddenly some don't want to hide their identity. What should I do?