The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Yang Yunhai shook his hand. Gu Lingling's small hand seemed to feel the same just now.

Thinking of what happened today, ice can fall out of his face.

It seems that he has been too gentle these years, so these people have forgotten his means.

Lang family?

The corners of Yang Yunhai's mouth rose slightly.

Lang Yimo had not thought about how to deal with Gu Lingling, but his father called him back in a hurry.

"You... Why are you here?" When he saw Lang Lang, Lang Yimo was like seeing a ghost.

Shouldn't she still be lingering with that tramp in that shabby hotel?

How can you stand here well?

Moreover, according to her appearance, there should be nothing at all.

Lang Yimo thought of the burning pain somewhere under his body, and he was angry if he didn't come.

"Did you do it?" She went forward and raised her hand to slap Lang Lang, but she caught her.

"What the hell?" Lang Lang laughed sarcastically, "so you admit that you designed the things tonight? Lang Yimo, don't treat everyone as fools."

"What if I designed it?" Lang took off his hand with foam.

"See," Lang Lang turned back to the black faced Lang father, "this is your good daughter."

"What you did." Lang Fu directly slapped and flashed over.

"Dad, you hit me." Lang Yimo cried and covered his face. He couldn't believe it.

"If you have anything to say, don't listen to the wind is rain." Lang Yimo's mother hurried to protect her, "besides, it's not all due to Mo that our family is doing this now."

His eyes looked at Lang Lang angrily.

This dead girl knows how to sow discord.

While talking, the telephone rang.

"What? The warehouse is sealed." Father Lang said in surprise, "haven't we all taken care of the customs?"

"I don't know. Come and have a look." The man over there said anxiously.

"What is sealed?" Lang Yimo's mother asked cautiously.

"Warehouse." Lang Fu closes his eyes.

"Isn't it the warehouse?" Lang Yimo was also a little surprised and asked.

"Hehe, what do you think?" Lang Fu sneered at the mother and daughter, and said to Lang Yimo, "you are going to watch this batch of goods. Now tell me the truth, is there a problem?"

Their warehouse had transported goods before. Later, after having a good relationship with the customs, he occasionally got some private goods, but Lang's father was timid and didn't dare to do too much.

But this also earned a lot of money. It can be said that the Lang family stood up from here.

"I..." Lang Yimo didn't dare to make a sound.

Even if she was born again, she was a girl with little experience. In addition, although she had the memory of her previous life, she only knew to eat, drink and have fun in her previous life. Where did she really come into contact with these big businesses?

Now, when something like this happens, it's all flustered at once.

"Dad, what are we going to do now?" Lang Yimo cried, regardless of his face pain, "now the important thing is to keep that batch of goods."

"Goods? Are you still thinking about that batch of goods?" Lang's father didn't know what to say. "What we need to think now is to find someone to see if we can keep our Lang family."

What is that shipment?

As long as people are still there, money and everything can be earned again.

"What exactly did you get into this batch of goods?" Father Lang asked.

He knew that Lang Yimo had always been brave, but he hoped not to break the sky too much.