Play Nice

Chapter 452 452: Seventeen Love Letters
At ten thirteen in the evening, Chai Qiu's car drove into the Imperial Mansion.When she was about to arrive at Yang's house, her cell phone called.

It was Zheng Tingcai who called.

Zheng Tingcai was an employee of Golden World before coming to Yang's, but this is a secret that Yang's people don't know.

"Mr. Chai, the chairman wants to transfer Mr. Yang to Margran Winery."

Margrande Winery is a manor dedicated to the production and storage of famous wines of the Young Group.This winery has a history of many years. The original owner was not the Yang family, but was acquired by the Yang family more than 20 years ago.All the famous wine auctions of the Yang family are held at Margaret Winery.

Chai Qiu has been looking for evidence that Yang Kangnian used the famous wine auction to help Sean launder money. At this time, Yang Kangnian transferred Yang Qingchi to Margran Winery.

Chai Qiu hung up the phone, and the car had already arrived at the door of Yang's house.

There was a figure standing at the door, the shadow on the ground was thin and long.

Chai Qiu didn't stop and drove directly into the garage.

The Yang family's garage is very large, and there are all kinds of luxury cars parked in it, all of them owned by Yang Qingchi. Yang Kangnian loves his grandson and buys the car as a toy.

Chai Qiu got out of the car, and just took two steps, an angry scolding came from behind: "You cruel woman."

Chai Qiu stopped.

Yang Qingchi was actually a bit spoiled, with a bad temper, but sometimes he was unusually simple.

She turned around: "You waited so late to say this?"

She has been avoiding him on purpose recently, because a certain emotion in his eyes is becoming more and more obvious, so obvious that she can't ignore it.

When she asked this question in a tone of doubt and disapproval, Yang Qingchi couldn't stand up: "No."

She has short hair and is very neat. She doesn't like to be sloppy: "What are you going to say?"

Yang Qingchi waited for her at the door for more than two hours, ate a belly of wind, and fed a group of mosquitoes.She clearly saw him when she drove past, but she pretended not to see him.

Did he scold wrong?cruel woman.

"I'm going to Margran, I'll be leaving tomorrow, and I'll be doing an internship there for a month." He didn't want to go either, but Yang Kangnian said that if he didn't go, he would transfer Chai Qiu.

How to say goodbye, he brewed all night.

Chai Qiu replied with three words: "Do well."

"..."

Just don't point out that you can hear a good word from this cruel woman's mouth.

Yang Qingchi irritably ran the ground with the sneakers under his feet: "You are not my boss, who wants to listen to you and work hard."

"Then what do you want to hear?"

He raised his head, a student who has not yet left the society, his eyes are clean, and he has an impetuous and willful momentum: "My grandfather said that you came to the Yang family for money, if so, you can use me."

"Yang Qingchi."

For the first time, Chai Qiu said loudly to him, "Be sober."

She left with a cold face.

Yang Qingchi stood against the door for a while.He can be sure now that she is not for the money, and if so, she can just give him a thumbs up, but she doesn't.

What exactly does she want?
The next day, Yang Qingchi flew to Margran.

On the first day of August, the temperature in the imperial capital hit a new high this year.

On August [-]rd, Guan Shanshan was on the hot search list on the entertainment list, and the hot search entry was [Things You Don't Know].

The reason is that she recorded a variety show in the studio, and the theme of that show was something you didn't know.The rules of the show are to call relatives and friends and say something they don't know.One of the male artists called his wife and told her that he had hidden money from his private house for more than ten years.There was also a female artist who called her mother and expressed her grievances over the years in tears.

There are smiles and tears now.

When it was Guan Shanshan's turn, she called Shang Qiongdong. The host asked who she was calling, but she didn't say.

After a few beeps, Shang invited Dong to pick it up.

"Hey."

Guan Shanshan was suddenly a little nervous: "It's me."

"know."

"I'm recording a show."

There was no sound there.

Dong Mingli, Guan Shanshan's agent, heard Shang Qiongdong's voice, and frantically used his arms to fork in the audience: Don't make trouble, little ancestor!
"Today's theme is something you don't know." Guan Shanshan ignored his manager's objection, "so I thought of you."

Shang Qiongdong didn't answer or hang up.

"You don't know, I wrote you seventeen love letters when I was in junior high school, but none of them were signed."

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　　This is yesterday's second update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)