She's waiting for me there.

Cheng Wenyin picked up the hair dryer helplessly.

"Go sit on the chair and I'll blow you."

"Oh well."

Qing Ning did not refuse, but unconsciously grabbed the armrests of the chair with both hands.

Somewhat nervous.

She didn't know what it felt like to have her mother blow-dry her hair.

When she was young, she was very envious of other girls who had beautiful braids.

Those were all braided by their mothers after they dried their hair.

But I don’t.

So, she didn't always like her hair loose, but...

After Qingxue left, no one took care of her hair anymore.

As time passed, I finally sat in front of the dressing mirror, and her gentle fingers passed through my hair.

It's very comfortable, and very different from the feeling of Chenyun.

A little softer, a little more careful.

The sound of the hair dryer disappeared.

Cheng Wenyin took the wooden comb and combed her messy hair.

"fine....."

These three words have expressed Cheng Wenyin's mood at the moment.

It's really good.

Everything is fine.

Chen Yun's finger touched the fingerprint lock and the door opened automatically.

The little old man was watching a TV series, sitting in a rocking chair with tea beside him, looking quite comfortable.

"How did you come?"

Chen Hanlin didn't even look back. The only one who came here to hang out was his son.

"Nothing, just came to see you."

"Huh! Look at me? You're thinking about my things again."

"Look at what you said. Aren't you afraid of hurting the feelings of a son like me?"

After saying that, he looked at the cabinet next to him and his hands started to itch.

It's over, I'm used to it.

Every time I don’t make a purchase for free, I feel like I’ve made a wasted trip.

Chen Hanlin rolled his eyes at him, he knew his son too well.

If he didn't steal something, he would feel like something was missing.

"Did you see him?"

"Ah."

"how do you feel?"

“It’s pretty good and works.”

Chen Hanlin felt relieved.

He still values ​​Wang Ziang very much, otherwise he would not have entrusted him with this important task.

But ten years is too long.

Fortunately, I didn’t make a mistake in choosing the right person.

"Did you get anything useful from him?"

Chen Yun smiled and nodded: "The future development direction of the Song family."

Then he told her about his visit to the Ning family.

After listening, Chen Hanlin pondered for a long time.

He looked up and asked, "What do you want to do next?"

"After the Song family encounters setbacks in Jiawen Province, they will probably make a comeback."

Chen Yun took a sip of tea and continued, "Of course, it's also possible to die right there. With Cheng Wenyin and Ning Shen working together to set up this scheme, I'm afraid few people can withstand it."

Chen Hanlin nodded: "Are you planning to reap the benefits?"

"Haha, that's not my character. It would be so boring if I didn't kill my enemies."

"Got a plan?"

"Well, I plan to expand and strengthen the charity and create greater glory."

The old man frowned slightly: "You..."

Then, with some sudden realization, he pointed at him and said with a smile, "Okay, that's a very good move. Do you want the fame or do you really want to do it?"

Chen Yun's expression turned serious: "Don't worry about fame, just do it."

"Why? You don't sound like a businessman."

"I'm not a businessman. I have enough money to spend now. It's just a number in my eyes."

"Now that I have more money than I can spend in my lifetime, I have to do something."

"As I get older, I can't bear to see too many examples like Qing Ning. It hurts."

Chen Hanlin looked at his son in front of him and smiled with relief.

It can be seen that Chen Yun really wants to do this.

I thought he initially invested in building Hope Primary School just for publicity, but I didn't expect he was playing a bigger game.

Perhaps many years later, when other people see the schools and orphanages standing in the mountains, they will finally shout out - Mr. Righteousness.

"Please count me in on this matter. I still have some money for my coffin."

"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say that."

Then he stretched out a hand and placed it in front of Chen Hanlin.

"No, is it that urgent?"

"Give money one day earlier, and let the children go to school one day earlier. You don't want to see the eyes of those homeless children longing for knowledge, right?"

The old man frowned slightly.

Why do I always feel that something is wrong about this matter, as if it was premeditated? Could it be that my son has been thinking about me for a long time?

Chen Hanlin suddenly woke up.

He came here today not thinking about buying for free, but coming after my coffin.

This son...

Everyone is really calculating.

Chen Yun looked at the bank card in his hand and the old man's resentful eyes, and opened the cabinet excitedly.

"This one is good, um, that one is good too."

"No, you're going too far. It's fine if you took the money, but why did you take the things too?"

"See you later."

Chen Yun ran out of the villa before being beaten.

I had a good harvest today.

Not in vain.

Looking at the bank card in his hand, he muttered: "Brother is still the big brother, he has a lot of small changes."

In fact, Chen Yun was not really out of money, he just wanted to include the old man in his charity.

Although he is a staunch materialist, he does not believe in reincarnation.

But isn't there an exception to everything? If this is true, it can be considered as accumulating some good karma for the old man.

Chen Yun is ready to set up a foundation, but it is not for external use.

Maybe he could raise more money by fundraising, but there was no need to. He had already done enough for himself, so why bother trying to gain sympathy from ordinary people and get them to donate money?

Those who work all day and rush around for food and clothing are already standing in the rain.

It is precisely this group of people who understand the pain of not having an umbrella. Whenever they see someone in trouble, they will actually donate half of their salary.

Chen Yun didn't want to take money from these people, it was too hard to earn.

Even if cannibals caught them, they would be eager to release them.

Therefore, this foundation is only open to internal parties. Business partners who are willing to donate some money can do so.

Maybe all they need is a meal, a car, and a house, which is enough for a child to complete his or her education.

Of course, the money of people like the Song family has long been marked with the foundation's mark by Chen Yun.

I estimate that their family is enough to complete the GDP.

It would be better for such a sucker to make more money and save himself from paying out of pocket.

At this time, the unjust Song Liangji was preparing to meet the elders of the Song family.

Song Xiaoyao looked at him with some concern: "Brother, those old guys probably don't have any good things to do with you."

"Heh." Song Liangji sneered and tied his tie.

"They're definitely planning to let me take the blame. What a bunch of stubborn old men! If they hadn't provoked Chen Hanlin back then, would we be in this situation now?"

Song Liangji looked at the reception room in the distance with a sinister look.

A bunch of dead people, I hope you don’t say anything excessive.

Otherwise, no one will have a good day today.

(PS: Thank you to the reader "Hua Jian Lan" for the generous gifts such as flowers and other gifts. It's another day to eat instant noodles and sausages. I'm happy. I will continue to update tomorrow.

73rd on the reward list, just for the record, this is the first time I’ve made it into the top 100, O(n_n)O haha~)