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"Who is it?" Zhao Xin`er asked. She already knew that Jiang Yuhang had other women, but hearing it with her own ears still made her feel upset. He admitted so openly that he had other women. Where did he put her?

"Don't ask." Jiang Yuhang's voice became more and more impatient. Following that, the woman charmingly said: "You're so annoying. Why did you wait so long?"

"Little demoness, I'll satisfy you now." Jiang Yuhang intentionally left the phone off the hook, and put it to the side. He wanted to let Zhao Xin'er hear the seductive voice between him and this woman.

From the phone came the heavy breathing of a man and the coquettish moans of a woman. "Yin." Zhao Xin'er clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. This kind of insult was too deep to bear.

Zhao Xin'er could no longer bear to continue listening. She hung up the phone and put the number into the blacklist. He raised his teary eyes and saw the pictures on the screen again.

"Sword Inscription." She murmured silently, and the past came back to her. The man in his memory was far from being as mature and wise as he was now.

At that time, he was young but also passionate. The him of that time wasn't as rich as he was now. But they would take her all over the streets, just to find the roasted corn floating in every corner of the city.

After entering the bedroom, Zhao Xin packed. There was no need to stay here any longer. The residence provided by Jiang Yuhang was only for her to stay in, and the name on the certificate wasn't her.

How many times had she suggested that he become the owner of this house? Jiang Yuhang had so much money, so he wouldn't care about this house. However, every time, he would find a variety of reasons to refuse.

He simply doesn't want to give it to you. Men who are willing to spend money for you might not love you, but men who aren't willing to spend money for you definitely won't love you.

Thinking back to Song Ming's sword, even in her poorest times, she would think of ways to buy the things she needed.

Headquarters:

Song Tianshu held onto a stack of documents as he walked into the CEO's office with a solemn expression. He then dismissed everyone else in the room. Second brother, how much is your wedding budget? "

Song Mingjian was in the midst of chatting with Gu Xiangling, and the moment he heard Song Tianxue's words, he knew that he had something important to discuss. He immediately replied with a string of flying kisses: "Darling, I have something to discuss with the Director, let's chat later."

Song Ming had already paid for the wedding budget, so of course the price was very shocking. However, with the growth of the network, taking out that portion of the funds shouldn't be a problem, he reported the amount to Song Tianxue and then said, "I didn't use the company's emergency funds, what's wrong, Bro, do you think I'm being too extravagant?"

You want to have a romantic and grand wedding with your beloved woman, I have no objection to that." But I analyzed with some economists a few days ago that another wave of the world financial crisis was coming. It's no less dangerous than a Wall Street crash, when you spend so much money on a wedding at a critical moment. What if the money goes to waste?

Song Ming looked at the document repeatedly. The analysis of the various data in it was flawless. Song Tianxue had once held a Ph.D. in economics at Harvard University, and every argument he made was well-founded.

Song Ming frowned as he thought about it. He had thought of every single detail of the wedding ceremony. If any of them were removed, the process would not be perfect. He would regret an imperfect wedding for the rest of his life.

"Although the company has sufficient funds, I can't guarantee that I will be able to stand firm in this financial crisis." "A few years ago, a small-scale financial crisis hit the company a lot," he added. Now, there are also a lot of big companies that are cutting their pay and seem to be aware of the dangers. "

Song Ming knocked on the table and solemnly said: "Qigong network will definitely not reduce the number of staff, and will not cheat any authors of their fees, so the benefits cannot be reduced."

Song Tianshu looked at him deeply and shook his head slightly: "This is what I am worried about. You have always treated your employees and authors like family. The requirements to enter the web aren't low, but the benefits are the best of all. " He patted Song Ming's shoulder, "I hope that we can work together and survive this crisis."

Song Mingjian thought over and over again before he said to Gu Xiangling: "Darling, how about we extend our wedding date?"

Gu Xiangling: "Why?"

Song Mingjian told her about the financial crisis that was about to happen. In order to prevent her from being unable to understand it, he tried to explain it in normal sentences. After explaining a few times, Gu Xiangling understood. No problem, wait until the storm is over before we get married. Otherwise, if we are pressed down by the mountain, we won't be able to enjoy our honeymoon. "

"Even Xiang Ling, the person who knows me well, knows me well!" Song Ming sent out a flurry of roses excitedly. If Gu Xiangling was by his side, he would hug her and circle around her a few times.

Gu Xiangling quietly entered Gu Xiangling's study and placed an invitation by her table. Sister Gu, this is your wedding invitation. "

"Oh, leave it there." Gu Xiangling said without raising her head. Which acquaintance was it that got married? This year, marriage was basically a ceremony of getting red packets. Old friends and acquaintances whom I haven't seen for years, try to get in touch with you and invite you to the wedding.

After writing a few chapters, Gu Xiangling finally opened the invitation. If she was a close friend, she would go to the wedding. If it was a normal friend, she could just send her a red packet.

"Groom: Mian Qinghui. Bride: Fu Siya. The wedding will be held at the Ark Hotel, and we have the pleasure to welcome you. " Gu Xiangling casually threw the invitation into the trash can. It was so bright that it almost ruined her happiness. She didn't want to see that face for the rest of her life.

Li Jia:

The female servants' faces were all brimming with joy, while Xia Yinglan's smiling face had a slit to her eyes. Qing Hui's child finally understood that he was going to get married.

And the bride was her favorite girl. After toiling for half a lifetime, he could finally relax. The Fu Family's parents often came to visit, and since they wanted to form a family, their collaboration with the Fu Family deepened.

"In the future, we will be one family. We won't be able to distinguish each other."

Inside the pavilion in the garden, Mei Qinghui was staring blankly at the resplendent scenery of the garden. Fu Siya, wearing a cool and sexy summer outfit, sat on the railing and said resentfully, "We're all about to get married. Don't you want to even say a word to me?"

"This wedding is what you want, what your parents want, what my mother wants." "Mian Qinghui's voice was extremely flat, like that of an electronic voice." I just need to play the part of a groom, not a 'good husband'. "

Fu Siya's lips moved as she took a deep breath. What he had said to her had always been harsh and cruel, more hurtful than silence.

"Miss Fu can go back on her word anytime, I won't force you." Mang Qing Hui held a handkerchief in his hand. That sliver of smooth feeling was the only softness in his heart.

Only he himself knew that at the bottom right corner of the handkerchief was embroidered the word "Xiang Ling" in a faintly discernible color.