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Chapter 912 I Just Want To Live In

Inside the living room.

Han Ruojiang drank the water his son poured, his eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

The water my son poured was so sweet.

Han Ruojiang drank it in small sips, reluctant to finish it.

Seeing that Han Ruojiang finally stopped coughing after drinking the water, the young man relaxed his brows a little, but his attention was not only on Han Qianxiao's room.

He took an original book from the display shelf, walked to the sofa and sat down, and began to read it.

He felt very at ease about leaving Han Ruojiang aside to drink cold water.

He didn't ask to get the person here, so why should he look at the other person?It doesn't make sense.

What should he do, or what should he do.

Han Ruojiang glanced at the book in the other party's hand, and said involuntarily: "The original text of Western Economics and Management, I recommend Wood's revised fourth edition. Some of the editions in your hand are not applicable now."

The hand of the young man who turned the pages of the book paused slightly, but only for a moment, before continuing to turn the page.

When he was in prison, Han Ruojiang read a lot of books, and he collected books from all over the world into the net. Although that bastard Han Ruohe was insidious, he would still get these books for him if he asked for them.

Maybe he was too conceited and felt that he really couldn't make any waves in prison, so he agreed to this modest request.

Part of Han Ruojiang's knowledge base comes from so many years of experience, and part of it comes from studying hard in prison.

After all, Jiang is still old and hot, and he was the leader and helm of the Han family at the beginning, so he naturally knows more about economic management than the younger generation.

His suggestion is definitely not wrong.

I wanted to use this topic to chat with my son, but the other party ignored him as if blocking his words.

The book is still flipping through, but I just don't express my opinion.

Time stood still again.

Han Ruojiang knew that Fang Ci was creating time for them, so he didn't dare to waste it.

In the first second of silence, Han Ruojiang began to think about how to proceed to the next topic.

He pretended to be struggling to look around the room for a week, and said in a muffled voice, "Mediterranean European architectural style, which suits your temperament, and the lamps are also very sculptural, I like it very much."

Han Mochen: "..." Then he turned another page of the book in his hand.

Han Ruojiang: "It should be quite comfortable to live in such a high-end apartment, right? It's still a duplex building, with a certain style and a lot of rooms."

Han Mochen: "..." He rubbed the foot of the book with his fingertips.

Han Ruojiang: "This house just lacks a bit of vitality. Like flowers and plants, it would be perfect if they were planted in the home garden and on the balcony. It just so happens that I have done some research on the planting of plants."

He closed the book with a snap.

Han Mo Chen finally raised his head: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Han Ruohe smiled at him, his face looked vicissitudes and pale, adding a bit of desolation, "It's nothing else, just think I'm talking to myself."

At this time, of course he couldn't say "I just want to live in".

Taking retreat as advance, as a businessman, Han Ruojiang knows how to grasp the timing and measure, at this time, he can no longer continue to pursue, and has to retreat appropriately.

Han Mochen frowned, feeling a little irritable after being provoked.

Looking at the time, Fang Ci has been in there for a quarter of an hour.

It doesn't take so long to see a doctor. I wanted to get up and knock on the door, but after thinking about it, I took out my phone and sent a message.

【how is the situation? 】

(End of this chapter)