The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

Jiang Liwen frowned, looking at the landlord's face with a strange expression, the bad feeling in her heart seemed to be unable to hide anymore: "Grandma Chen, Senior Brother Feng has been renting your house for at least eight or nine years, and it's just me You have lived here for five years, didn't you say you would rent it to us all the time? You suddenly said that we should move out, did something happen?"

The landlord seemed to have something hard to say, and put the water glass back in his hand: "Nothing happened, but you also know that my son is studying abroad, and the usual expenses are quite a lot.%&*"; And even if he comes back, He definitely didn't like the old house anymore, so my wife and I discussed selling the house. "

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Liwen made some calculations and said, "Then Mrs. Chen might as well sell it to us."

"Ah?" The landlord murmured with a bitter face: "No, I have already promised someone else that I will sell the house to him. Jiang Liwen seemed to have guessed something, and asked: "Mrs. Chen, is this the one who bought it?" The people in your house are very rich, and they just called you out to talk?"

"How do you know!" The landlord was surprised.

Jiang Liwen slowly clenched her long-legged hands: "Then he also bought the bar downstairs?"

"Yes." The landlord seemed to be recalling, his eyes glowed with admiration, and he stretched out his hand to make a gesture: "I have never seen such a generous person, and he gave me this number as soon as he made a move!"

Jiang Liwen clenched her hands tighter and tighter, she never thought that the man would force her so much!

In her heart, although Ye Fanli was scary, he had always been a gentleman and would never force others to do so.

Now it looks like, does she still think him too honestly?

Seeing that her face turned pale, the landlord couldn't help but licked his dry lips, and tried to explain: "Miss Jiang, look, the two houses you rented, let's just talk about the bar. Although there are a lot of people drinking, it is too small. After you leave this place, you can find a bigger room and reopen it. It will also be good for your development."

That's different.

How could it be the same.

Five years.

It's been five years.

This house, that bar, is the home where she put down her roots.

Perhaps, as the landlord said, this is not a high-end apartment, and the environment of the community is not very good.

However, it is very peaceful here.

Every day I hear dogs barking, old people and children playing together, and when it is dusk, some people do aerobics in the nearby park.

Around the corner, is their bar.

This bar has left too many memories.

Even if it's not for yourself. i^

What about Brother Feng?

She knew better than anyone what this meant to him.

His guitar is still in the room, and he likes to hold it and play and sing, as if telling a story.

He has so many things that he can't say, and he keeps them in his heart.

If because of her, he doesn't even have a place to sing...

Jiang Liwen stood up abruptly, took out all the bank cards, and dragged the landlord's hand: "Mrs. Chen, I have 50 here, and this is all my savings. Yes, I don't have that gentleman to give it to you." I have a lot of money, can I pay in installments?"

"This..." The landlord shook his head in embarrassment, and pushed the bank card back: "Miss Jiang, you should find a house as soon as possible. That's it, I'm leaving first."

Grandma Chen left in a hurry, Jiang Liwen looked at the teacup that was still warm on the table, her lips were as white as a layer of thin paper.

The two little guys glanced at each other, Jiang Xiaochen gave Jiang little angel a wink, and then hid in the room.

Jiang Xiaotian leaned over and frowned: "What?"

"Didn't you hear, just now my mother-in-law told us to move." Jiang Xiaochen pulled his overalls, his little face was full of reluctance: "Where are we going from now on?"

Jiang Xiaotian shook his head: "I don't know either."

"Mom looks very unhappy." Jiang Xiaochen bit his finger, looked up at Jiang Xiaotian, then lowered his head, and then looked again.

Jiang Xiaotian's expression turned cold when he saw him: "Just say what you have to say."

"The person who was arrested by Granny Chen just now seems to be the uncle who is with Dad." Jiang Xiaochen seemed to have a sudden inspiration, blinking a pair of big eyes: "Tell me, is it what we did last time? You made Dad angry, so he let us move?" At this point, the little man was already getting annoyed, and he raised his limp fist: "Damn it! He's too narrow-minded. Isn't he just trying to hit him? Bird, tell him not to fool around with women in the future, how can he bully us like this! Bad guy, big bad guy! He is not a man at all! He..."

Jiang Xiaotian listened to his words, and the expression on his little face became more and more calm: "Jiang Xiaochen."

"What?" The high-spirited little man stopped and looked at his younger brother curiously.

Jiang Xiaotian raised his chin, folded his arms around his chest: "Let's go talk to that man."

"Huh? Negotiating?" Jiang Xiaochen crawled over excitedly, his bright eyes sparkling.

Jiang Xiaotian's face was full of seriousness: "Yes."

"But how do we find him?" Jiang Xiaochen bit his mouth, put his hands on his chin, and looked distressed...

Jiang Xiaotian didn't speak, and seemed to be thinking about this issue.

Time passed bit by bit, and the two little guys were obviously not as lively as before.

But now Jiang Liwen couldn't notice, all she thought about was the house.

I didn't write half a word all day.

He just stared blankly at the computer screen.

When he came to his senses, Feng Xuan had already returned, he was changing his slippers, his suit was in a mess, his tie had been taken off, his white shirt was slightly opened, he looked exhausted.

Feng Aguai wagged his tail, sticking out his big tongue, as if he wanted a bone to eat.

Feng Xuan patted its head and glanced into the room, feeling a little strange.

It seems too quiet at home today.

He smiled and walked in: "Chenchen, Tiantian, are you fighting again?"

The two little ones didn't quarrel, they fell asleep head to head, very close.

Jiang Liwen stood up suddenly when she heard his voice.

Feng Xuan raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Jiang Liwen laughed, reached out to help him take the bag, and wanted to change the subject: "Why did you come back so early today?"

Feng Xuan's movement of drinking water slowed down, he lowered his head, and slowly played with the glass in his palm, his hoarse voice revealed heartbreaking exhaustion: "Something happened at home."

When he said this, the loneliness in his eyes almost tightened Jiang Liwen's heart.

In fact, so many times.

Brother Feng was protecting him.

He would never go to a drinking party because he hated being flattered.

He also clearly knew that as long as he appeared in public as the young master of the Feng family, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble and... spurn.

But for himself, he smiled and accepted the more or less malicious gazes of those people, facing so many media, and said: "Your first physical book is released, how can we not come."

"Senior brother." For some reason, Jiang Liwen wanted to hug him, but she did, hugging his waist from behind, feeling his heart that desperately needed warmth, his pain, his forbearance, his Too many are not recognized.

Back then, he hugged her like this too.

Pulled her out of the abyss of pain, brought her to this house, and gave her a home.

Now, it's time to give that hug back.

She even wanted to tell him, brother, don't cry, it's not worth being persistent for someone who doesn't love you...

Feng Xuan smiled, reached out and rubbed her head, still pampering: "Hey, Wenwen, are you acting like a spoiled child? If this continues, I will misunderstand."

The sun shines in, and the smile is so clean that it hurts other people's eyes.

Downstairs, through the window, you can clearly see the two people embracing sweetly in front of the big French windows.

The atmosphere was a bit cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

The landlady, Mrs. Chen, watched the man stop, and called out anxiously, "Mr. Ye?"

Ye Fanli hummed lightly, and those two eyes, which were a hundred times colder and harsher than sharp swords, fixedly stared at the position of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a gorgeous smile.

Although he laughed to himself, Grandma Chen felt even more terrifying, like a hunter with a gun trying to tear up his prey, which made him feel a creepy sense of horror!

Then he looked away, turned around, and walked back.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Mrs. Chen's forehead: "Mr. Ye, are you not going to look at the house?"

"I'm not going." Ye Fanli took a puff of the cigarette, as if he could only suppress something in this way, his smoking posture was very elegant, his peach blossom eyes were separated by the smoke, making it hard to see the emotions inside, almost cold The cruel words flowed slowly like an arctic river of ice: "Let them move away, the sooner the better!"

"Yes, yes, I will go and urge them again tomorrow." Granny Chen kept responding.

Walking to the front of the car, Ye Fanli looked at the assistant beside him.

The assistant immediately took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Granny Chen with a professional smile on his face: "This 50 is a deposit for you. Make an appointment tomorrow. You bring the real estate certificate with you. We will send it to you." Sign the contract."

Granny Chen immediately agreed. She had never seen such a generous and straightforward person who bought a house. This neighborhood is very old. City B is not like a big city. There are many second-hand houses that everyone is rushing to buy. Selling for millions of dollars, it's like a pie in the sky!

Snapped!

When the car door was closed, Ye Fanli stretched out his hand and pulled off the tie. The car drove so fast that it made people feel a deep sense of uneasiness...

That night.

The streets are full of traffic, towering buildings are lined up side by side, some rooms are still lit, and there is a strong atmosphere of overtime.

"Yeshi Group Branch"

Jiang Liwen looked up at the sign of the building, clenched her arms, and walked in as if she had made up her mind...