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Aunt's cross-examination 1

Aunt's cross-examination (1) With the street light, she turned to look at him. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and the light depicted the next perfect chin. Suddenly, she felt that this man might not be as easy as he imagined. He was elegant

Yes, but there is always a distant feeling in the elegance, especially his eyes, which are clearly smiling, but there is always an incomprehensible depth hidden deep in the eyes.

"Actually... you don't have to fulfill your promise tonight." He said softly, as if he was sighing.

The car slowly stopped at the red light in front. Jiang Moyuan looked at the red light in front of him, and said nothing, but just smiled faintly, with a slightly raised corner of his lips looking quite refreshing.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhuang Nuanchen clenched his fingers and plucked up the courage to look at him, "What exactly does Biao Wei need?" This is what she wanted to ask the most. If she was rejected during the day, she was naturally dissatisfied. Since she was the only one

She might as well ask clearly when she is by her side.

Jiang Moyuan turned his head to look at her. The red light was reflected on his handsome side face. He stared at her for a moment without a moment, but his expression did not float much.

The temperature in the carriage cooled a lot instantly.

Her heart trembled, forcing herself to look at him. It was the first time she had looked at his eyes so close. It was as dark as the night and as deep as the sea. Her eyes were obviously calm, but she was very clear.

There was a shocking aura.

But this feeling soon disappeared. After a moment, the man gently pulled the corner of his lips. He suddenly raised his big hand and put it on the back of her head a second before the red and green lights were converted, and he stroked it gently.

Wen Run said, "Don't be anxious about work, take your time." After that, he withdrew his hand and started the car.

The hair was stained with the breath of his fingers, and the temperature between his palm seemed to be transmitted to the scalp through his hair. Zhuang Nuanchen was slightly stunned. His movement just now was very gentle, which made her feel a little pampered.

After this thought slipped through her heart, she began to laugh at herself, Zhuang Nuanchen, what are you thinking about?

Obviously, he didn't want to talk about business, at least at this time.

Along the way, neither of them spoke anymore. The carriage was very quiet. She turned her head and looked out the window, and could only use this method to pass on the embarrassment just now.

The road conditions on Friday were ridiculously congested, and the car almost walked through the streets and alleys to get as expected.

When my aunt first married into Beijing, she lived in Tiantongyuan. At that time, Tiantongyuan had no subway access, and there was deserted everywhere. The housing prices in Tiantongyuan were as low as the valley bottom, but no one was willing to buy it, but the subway accessed in a blink of an eye, and it was near Tiantongyuan.

Buildings sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and housing prices also rose like rockets. My aunt was lucky. The house that was originally 200,000 to 300,000 yuan rose to 400,000 yuan in a flash. My cousin has also earned money since she started running the hotel.

Then he bought a house for his aunt and uncle on the Fourth Ring Road, and his aunt rented the house in Tiantongyuan at a high price. In this way, even if his aunt and uncle did nothing, his value had accumulated to tens of millions.

Tonight, Zhuang Nuanchen finally felt that it would be a good thing for her aunt to live in the Fourth Ring Road. If she still lives in Tiantongyuan, she would have to suffocate her to death for this long trip.

From Guomao to my aunt's house, it only takes more than ten minutes to take a bus without traffic jams. Jiang Mo walked around the streets and alleys to avoid congested road conditions for nearly an hour.
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