The 365-day trial marriage of the male god: the sweet wife is a bit wild

Chapter 817 I want to meet in person

"I still say the same thing. I will never admit to matters that have nothing to do with Shan Hanjie. Instead, I would like to advise the Ito family to accept as soon as they are good. Some things simply cannot stand scrutiny. Don't be ashamed to throw them in the United States. When the time comes I can't get my face back."

Shan Hanjie pointedly glanced at Ito Chiha's stomach with a cold look in his eyes.

Chiha Ito shook her body, stood up quickly, and grabbed the hem of her skirt, "Qianyu has Qianyu's helplessness, so I will take my leave first."

"If you need it, you can ask me to help you." Shan Hanjie opened his lips suddenly, and Xin Chang's figure was now on the sofa, raising his eyebrows and looking at Ito Chiha who walked to the door.

Ito Chiba paused and turned to look at him in surprise.

"Would you like to help me?"

"The enemy of an enemy is a friend." Shan Hanjie hooked the corner of his mouth, forming a dangerous arc.

Ito Chiha was startled.

His eyes dodged a little, "I don't understand what Master Jie is talking about."

"Then wait until you figure it out before you consider whether you want to find me."

"What if I want to ask Young Master Jie to recognize this child? Can Young Master Jie help me? I can guarantee that the Ito family will do their best to help Young Master Jie." Chiu Ito looked forward with anticipation in his eyes, after seeing the ridicule on Shan Hanjie's face , is also completely broken.

Staggeringly turned around, and quickly left the private villa.

The living room fell silent.

Shan Hanjie sat on the sofa, tilting his head slightly.

The slender legs were folded on the coffee table, and the posture was casual and arrogant.

After a while, he stood up from the sofa and walked out.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and looked at Qin Youxuan who was still sitting on the sofa.

She just looked up at him quietly, and didn't intend to say anything.

"The consortium still has things to deal with, go to bed early."

Shan Hanjie walked back to her side, lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead, then scraped her cheek reluctantly, then turned and left quickly.

The villa was empty at once.

Qin Youxuan stood there without moving for several minutes, and finally raised her hand and touched her forehead.

Look in the direction he left.

"Young Mistress, it's getting late. You are a healthy person now, so you can't stay up late." The butler stepped forward to remind her dutifully.

Qin Youxuan didn't say anything, turned around and went upstairs.

Back in the room, lying on the bed, my mind was in a mess.

After struggling for a long time but still not clearing it up, I grabbed the pillow and covered my head irritably, closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.

……

Shan's consortium.

The modern office has a cold atmosphere.

Shan Hanjie's body sank into the office chair, the pen in his hand moved quickly, signed his name smoothly, and closed the document in his hand.

Resting his chin with his hands, thoughtful.

"Jie Shao, there is unexpected news."

Yao pushed open the door, walked forward quickly, put the documents in his hand on the desk, and pointed to the design model of a hairpin on it.

"This is a commemorative hairpin made by an old craftsman more than 20 years ago. It is said that the design drawing was provided by the buyer himself. After the finished product was obtained, it never appeared again."

"What about the old craftsman?"

Shan Hanjie's eyes tightened, he reached out to pick up the design drawing on the table, and took a closer look.

"The old craftsman is a well-known craftsman in the market. He is 88 years old this year and lives in the United States now. His address has been found." Yao paused.

"Young Master Jie, do you want to tell Young Mistress?"

"No need for now, you can arrange it. I'll go there tomorrow. I want to meet in person." Shan Hanjie's eyes flashed, and he put the design drawing in his hand on the table.

(End of this chapter)