Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Lin Shubei watched Cui Fenglan sit down, putting his hands on his knees and lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking. He turned to look at Lu Qiang opposite him, and raised his hand to signal.

"Tell me what you want to say when you come to me today."

Lu Qiang subconsciously retorted: "Don't you, a person who has come back from the dead, know everything? Why are you asking me? You can't guess it yourself?"

"Lu Sheng, you are so good. You left your mother, brother and even your wife behind, just faked your death, and then came back with a different name. Do you think all of us are fools? Don’t recognize you?”

Lin Shubei said calmly: "It's not everyone, just you and her."

Of course she was talking about Cui Fenglan, who was sitting next to Lu Qiang.

Lu Qiang's expression suddenly changed: "You..."

Halfway through the curse words, he took them back under Lin Shubei's cold gaze.

Cui Fenglan took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, then raised her hand and patted Lu Qiang's arm to tell him to calm down.

"Okay, Qiangzi, you are so grown up, and you are still so impulsive."

"A Sheng, are you still blaming me?"

After Cui Fenglan finished speaking to Lu Qiang, she looked up at Lin Shubei.

There was a bit of complexity in her turbid eyes. Lin Shubei had no intention of guessing why she had such an expression, but his lips were slightly hooked.

"It's better not to say a few words that are so arrogant. I just want to know what you want to do with me."

"You just talked about so many things in a roundabout way, didn't you just want to talk to me about Ning Ning?"

Cui Fenglan's heart moved when she heard Lin Shubei's affectionate name for Song Yuening.

She glanced at Lu Qiang beside her, and the uneasiness in her heart suddenly disappeared.

So what if Lu Sheng didn't die?

He may not care about her as an old woman or Lu Qiang as a younger brother, but doesn't he still care about Song Yuening, that little bitch?

As long as she cares, it'll be easy.

Cui Fenglan adjusted the hem of her clothes, raised her chin and said.

"Then let's talk about you first, Lu Sheng, what do you think you are trying to do? Isn't it that you faked your death just to get rid of my mother and our family? Now that you have done it, why are you eager to put your own life away? Have you told us your identity?"

When Lin Shubei heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "You have been confused for most of your life, but you are smart for once."

"Then I will tell you directly. I know you have been pestering Ning Ning. Now I will tell you my identity. If you have anything, just tell me directly. You are not allowed to trouble Ning Ning again."

Every time Lin Shubei mentioned Song Yuening, his eyebrows would soften unconsciously.

He had to admit that although he had faked his death and left quickly, he still had feelings for Song Yuening in his heart.

And after knowing what happened to Song Yuening after he "passed away", his feelings for Song Yuening became a little more guilty and self-blame.

Although Cui Fenglan was a country woman, she had lived for several decades longer. Just by looking at Lin Shubei's expression now, one could guess that she had a different taste.

This kid Lu Sheng is really a sweetheart.

Cui Fenglan said "tsk" in her heart, it was just a love interest, so that when she asked for money later, she could ask for more.

"Don't worry, you know my mother's character. As long as we agree on the terms, I will never go to Song Yuening!"

After all, Song Yuening is surrounded by the god of plague named Xie. They were frightened by Xie Mingyuan before. Now they just want to get some money quickly so that they don't have to worry about it for the rest of their lives.

Cui Fenglan said, and in the distrustful eyes of Lin Shubei, she raised her hand and patted her chest. She looked generous, but Lin Shubei had been her son for so many years and had already seen through her nature, so he did not Do not believe.

But it doesn't matter. Even if Cui Fenglan breaks his promise and turns his back on her later, he still has plenty of ways to deal with the two of them.

"Okay, tell me what your conditions are." When Lu Qiang heard this, he couldn't wait to speak, but Cui Fenglan held his shoulders and pushed him back.

"You know Mom, she doesn't have any hobbies, she just likes this."

Cui Fenglan said, raising her hand and rubbing her fingers towards Lin Shubei.

"Your brother and I are short of money recently. Do you think you should..."

Lin Shubei was not surprised by this condition.

He already knew that Cui Fenglan would definitely ask for money according to her money-grubbing character.

However, after knowing how much Cui Fenglan wanted, he couldn't help but frown.

"Cui Fenglan, are you crazy? A lion has to be restrained when he opens his mouth. If he opens his mouth, he will ask for three million. Do you think my money came from the strong wind?"

Cui Fenglan looked at Lin Shubei's reaction and felt that the money she wanted was not low, so she took back the three raised fingers with satisfaction.

"A Sheng, that's not what you said. This is not only the money you bribed us to stop looking for Song Yuening, but also the alimony you gave me."

"Don't forget, your brother has been taking care of me for the past five years. You, the elder brother, have never supported me for a day!"

The more Cui Fenglan talked, the more confident she became. In the end, she even got rid of her initial discomfort and leaned comfortably on the leather sofa, crossing her legs.

"Anyway, I keep my word. As long as you give me money, I promise not to harass Song Yuening again. This deal is definitely a sure profit!"

Lin Shubei knew that Cui Fenglan was taking advantage of the situation, but he closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, I can give it, but you'd better keep your word."

"Otherwise, I will make you two pay the price for your renegade behavior. I will do what I say."

……

"Ah."

The breeze blew by, Song Yuening raised her hand to cover her nose and sneezed lightly.

She frowned and was wondering why she was sneezing when she saw a black couture suit draped over her shoulders.

The familiar cold fragrance of cedar enveloped her, and part of it even penetrated the tip of her nose, giving her a strange feeling.

Without even raising her head, she called out the name of the man behind her.

"Xie Mingyuan, when did you come? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Hearing this, Xie Mingyuan chuckled.

"I called you."

Song Yuening looked up at him in disbelief: "How is it possible? If you called me, how could I not hear you?"

Xie Mingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly when facing Song Yuening's doubts.

"You were so absorbed in the painting just now that you didn't even know I came in. How could you hear me calling your name?"

When Song Yuening heard this, she lowered her head and glanced at the partially completed design draft in front of her, and was silent for a moment.

After all, what Xie Mingyuan said makes sense.

When she was working, she was in such a state that she couldn't hear what was going on outside the window. It was normal not to hear anything.