On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

She had made up her mind: she would hit wherever Director An pointed out, and she only asked for a lighter sentence.

When she came up, she saw that Mr. Xing was also drinking tea on the second floor.

As luck would have it, the man who was doing this was caught by the domineering and evil-looking King of Hell.

On the first floor, Jiang Wenyuan received a message from Jiang Qianxun: [I have thought it over carefully. I agree to sell the house. To prevent fraud, the money will be transferred to my account. It arrived one second ago, and I authorized a lawyer to sign the next second.]

Jiang Wenyuan thought for a few seconds and agreed immediately: [No problem!]

One hundred million or so is not a huge sum of money for him, but the value of this house is far more than that.

My deceased father-in-law made his fortune by living in this house. The Feng Shui master said that this villa is a place of wealth and a place of rare Feng Shui that is hard to come by in a century.

As for the recent decline of the company, Jiang Wenyuan also summed it up and consulted a Feng Shui master. The reason was that he had not visited the graves and burned paper for his father-in-law and ex-wife for a long time!

This villa is a priceless treasure. Before, a big shot wanted to buy it for a high price, but he wisely did not seek immediate benefits and did not sell it!

Chen Su came back and introduced: "Mr. Jiang, this is our director, An. The one above is Mr. Xing."

When Jiang Wenyuan saw this An, he felt it was strange, with his face covered by a mask and blue eyes, but when he looked at Xing Mingyu above, he became very excited.

Mr. Xing’s big Buddha statue is also there.

There is a railing on the second floor. The thin European-style railing cannot hide the man's body lines. He looks elegant and steady in all black.

Perhaps the chair was too narrow, and the man sat with his long legs spread out. His shiny black handmade leather shoes were brand new, cold and superior.

Xing Mingyu glanced down with interest.

The woman was so busy after she came in that she disappeared.

Was this an apology for his mistake? A cup of cold tea, an empty table, and him sitting alone?

The dogs at the gate of the courtyard have a more sumptuous afternoon tea than this.

Jiang Wenyuan and Shen Lan greeted Xing Mingyu upstairs in a very humbly manner. Jiang Yinyin became infatuated with her and her heart was beating like thunder, but Xing Mingyu was too lazy to pay any attention to them.

The group left the hotel in a mighty procession.

Ten seconds later, Xing Mingyu received a message.

Director An: [Sorry, Mr. Xing, I have something urgent to deal with. I will treat you to a meal later to apologize.]

Snapped.

Xing Mingyu slammed the phone down hard.

Outside the hotel gate, Uncle Song was watching a video of the stray dog ​​he adopted at the gate of the courtyard. The dog was eating and the food was delicious.

At this time, Xing Mingyu came out and said, "Go back to the company!"

Uncle Song was shocked. Why did Mr. Xing eat so fast?

The dog has only eaten half of it, and why is he in such a bad mood?

Uncle Song got in the car, fastened his seat belt, and didn't dare to look at his husband's face. But he couldn't help but worry, has his husband had a conflict with someone recently? They are not compatible, and he always looks like he is going to explode with anger.

On the other side, a large group of people arrived at the bank first. After the transfer transaction was completed, Jiang Qianxun took a screenshot of the SMS message and sent it to Jiang Wenyuan.

Jiang Wenyuan was relieved, and then a professional person took a group of people to transfer the ownership, sign, take photos, and the villa was officially sold to someone else's name.

The "other person" used to deceive Jiang Qianxun was originally Chen Su.

After the money is transferred back, it will be traded from Chen Su to Jiang Wenyuan.

This time, Chen Su made a net profit of 10 million.

Jiang Wenyuan made a net profit of a large villa in a Feng Shui prime location that was originally bound by his daughter.

As for Jiang Qianxun, she was pitiful. She didn't make a penny, lost her villa, and was kicked out of the house.

Now, the "other person" who was taking photos and signing the transfer of ownership was Director An, who took off his mask and turned his back to Jiang Wenyuan.

"This..." Jiang Wenyuan was confused and was about to go over.

"What's wrong with Mr. Jiang? More than 100 million has been transferred into your family's account. Even if you are afraid, it should be our Director An who is afraid, right?!" Chen Su said.

Shen Lan soothed him, "Yes, Engineer Chen said that the money was paid by Director An, so it should be transferred to Director An! Don't go over there. If you offend this genius architect, how can Yinyin become her apprentice?"

Shen Lan pretended to be selfish, she had to consider her own daughter!

Jiang Wenyuan didn't move. Both parties signed the contract. Even though he was a little confused, he was so frightened when he met An's cold blue eyes that he didn't dare to say a word.

When leaving, the family of three got into the Jiang family's car.

Jiang Yinyin suggested: "Dad, Mom, why don't we go have a meal first, then go home later and order a bottle of expensive red wine to celebrate! I also want to buy a few more bags, which will cost about 10 million. Mom and Dad, please agree to it!"

Shen Lan also had a happy smile on her face: "We should celebrate. Although I treat Qianxun as my current daughter in my heart, she is really unruly, rebellious, rude, and has caused unrest in our family. This does not count as driving her out. She is 20 years old, and it is time for her to learn to live independently..."

Jiang Wenyuan leaned against the back seat of the car and said in a deep voice, "Let's celebrate! After so many years, this villa is finally mine! I will wake up laughing in my dreams!"

Jiang Qianxun completed all the formalities and called Aunt Lan in the villa.

Her eyes were cold and calm, and she said calmly, "When I go home tonight, I don't want to see any of the three members of that family."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qianxun returned to the company. When she arrived at the office, she suddenly remembered the man who she had used and left to drink cold tea in the hotel.

However, before she could turn on the computer, a message came on her mobile phone, a call from Mr. Xing's office.

Jiang Qianxun: “…”

In a huge office.

Uncle Song reported honestly: "Mr. Xing, Director An must have accidentally seen the Jiang family and outsiders working together to trap Miss Jiang. Seeing injustice, she went to stop it."

"I heard that the problem was solved perfectly in the end. Not only did more than 100 million yuan go into Miss Jiang's account, but the villa was also in Miss Jiang's name alone. The scumbag father and stepmother of the Jiang family... they lost a lot of money in the end! It's really satisfying, it feels great!"

Xing Mingyu raised his icy dark eyes and glanced unhappily at Uncle Song who was feeling happy.

Uncle Song felt that murderous and sharp gaze, and immediately thought about all the sad things he had experienced in his life in his mind, and then he felt better.

Xing Mingyu's dark eyes were so deep that they seemed to drip ink: "She has become a good person who stands up for justice."

Putting down the pen in his hand, the man raised his hand to check the time: "Why haven't you come yet?"

Uncle Song then made an excuse to go out and look for someone.

When he looked up, he saw Director An outside. Uncle Song reminded him in a low voice: "Go in and say a few more soft words. Mr. Xing is a person who always responds to soft words but not to hard words."

Jiang Qianxun thanked Uncle Song gratefully.

When I pushed open the office door, the person inside didn't look very happy.

Xing Mingyu sat in a big chair, leaning back, his long legs wrapped in trousers open, his white shirt straight, his black suit buttons undone, his face showing an expression of anger and laughter.

He held a black pen between his long fingers and played with it back and forth, like a beast in human form holding a teaching stick, but because of his gentle eyes, he looked like an ascetic in a suit and tie.

Jiang Qianxun quickly said to him softly: "Mr. Xing, do you want to go to dinner now? I'll treat you."

Xing Mingyu was interested: "Do you know Jiang Qianxun?"

"Well, we are good sisters."

"How good is it?"

When the man asked these three words, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was playing with the pen in his hand...

Jiang Qianxun frowned. Why did she feel like she was going to be slapped on the butt in the next second?

"She and I... we can talk about anything."

"You can tell me anything?" Xing Mingyu smiled, and he stared at her with a steady and cool gaze.