money game

Chapter 96

night.

Under Jiang Hong's anxious gaze, Xu Wan teased the dog for a while.

Fortunately, Chengzi is still safe and not messing about in the house.

It wasn't until the oranges were brought into the tea room that Jiang Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

It was almost eleven o'clock.

Xu Wan took a shower, sat sideways on the office chair while she was wet, and Jiang Hong helped her dry her hair.

The mask is still on the face.

A woman's life, no matter how busy it is, will always be more refined.

Her little Jioya was placed on the carpet, her two long legs as tender and white as tofu were closed together, and her two small white hands were neatly placed on her legs.

It was the first time for Jiang Hong to blow-dry a woman's hair. He was a little clumsy at the beginning, afraid of pulling Xu Wan's hair, so he was more careful when he did it, and it got better gradually.

The fragrance of the shampoo hits the nostrils.

The long flaxen hair is as silky and smooth as a flowing waterfall, even more indulgent than Dove.

"Jiang Hong, do uncles and aunts have time next week?"

After Jiang Hong reacted, he realized that the uncles and aunts Xu Wan mentioned were his parents.

"My parents are on weekends. They usually have time on the [-]th, but sometimes they work overtime. I have to ask, what's the matter?"

"My dad's Buddha jumping over the wall in the imperial capital has already been finished, and there is nothing wrong with the store."

"So... my mother has been asking me, when will they let their in-laws meet to discuss the wedding in the spring of next year."

Xu Wan stroked her hair, feeling Jiang Hong's careful movements, and the small face under the mask was full of smiles.

"This matter." Chen Huifang also mentioned this matter when she gave Jiang Hong a red envelope last time.

Normally, Chen Huifang and Jiang Guotao rarely sent him messages or called him.

Afraid of disturbing his work.

Jiang Hong is also a person with this personality. He obviously cares, but he doesn't know what to say when he calls.

Therefore, there is not much information exchange between each other.

When getting along with Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin came to talk to him almost every time, and Jiang Hong rarely sent messages on his own initiative.

"I think if the in-laws meet, they will all ask for leave. I'll call and ask. Next week should be fine. Today is Friday, and this week is too late."

"Then... next week? Let me talk to my mother." Xu Wan asked.

Jiang Hong also nodded.

"Just next week, then, where is our appointment?"

Xu Wan looked up at him, then said.

"Just make an appointment at our house, what do you think? My parents have always said that they want to see how things are going in the new house!"

"Besides, my parents, uncles and aunts are all in different places. It's not suitable to go anywhere. It's better to just gather at our house."

That's a good idea.

The two of them discussed it, and it was basically determined.

late at night.

After blowing her hair, making a mask, moisturizing, and applying some bottles and cans on her face and body, Xu Wan leaned into Jiang Hong's arms.

Fall asleep.

Although Xu Wan only sleeps five or six hours a day, she wakes up very early.

But the quality of sleep is very good. Basically, as long as you don't play music by your ears, you won't wake up.

This is completely different from Jiang Hong.

Jiang Hong sleeps very lightly, and often wakes up at night, but every time he wakes up, he will continue to hug Xu Wan in his arms, and then go back to sleep.

Of course, except for the night of getting drunk at Lao Xu's house last time.

Lying in bed.

Jiang Hong couldn't fall asleep, and didn't dare to turn over, because Xu Wan's soft and hot body made him very comfortable.

In his head, he kept recalling the "tragedy on earth" that Xu He's father-in-law helped Fang Rong find money from his private house.

So when he thought of his father-in-law, in his heart, to be honest... a little apprehensive.

The reason is of course derived from what Fu Jiahai said at the beginning.

Xu Haozheng doesn't seem like a particularly honest type, but... is he hiding money?
Will he see through my money hiding spot at a glance?

Moreover, when the two families get together, it will be difficult for him to completely keep an eye on Cheng Zi...

In case Chengzi messes up, it's really difficult for him to deal with it.

After thinking about it for a long time, my mind gradually became blurred, and I soon fell asleep.

Silent all night.

Saturday morning.

Xu Wan got up early, and Jiang Hong rubbed his eyes to wake up.

"Morning~Jiang Hong."

"Morning~ Wan Wan."

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

This feeling of seeing each other as soon as you open your eyes is really very warm and beautiful.

Xu Wan is a self-employed entrepreneur, so naturally she doesn't have Saturdays and Sundays. As long as the company has something to do, she has to go to the company at any time.

At the end of the year, work became more and more busy. I still have to go to the company today. I guess I will come back later at night than yesterday.

As usual, the two went to the tea room to take a look at Chengzi, filled Chengzi with some dog food and drinking water, and cleaned the bedpan.

Then wash up and have breakfast.

After sending Xu Wan to the company, Jiang Hong came back to walk the dog.

It's nine o'clock.

Jiang Hong's V letter flashed, it was Mr. Huang who had added the V letter last night.

[Huang]: Mr. Jiang, I'm really sorry, I have some troubles during the day, but I've already signed the contract, let Quanzi talk to you about the follow-up matters.

[Huang]: The same time and place as yesterday.

Substitute to talk?

However, the contract has been finalized, and there should be no more surprises.

It doesn't matter if it's the father or the son who talks about it.

[Jiang]: Good.

……

ten o'clock.

Jiang Hong put the folder under his arm and locked Chengzi in the car, got out of the car, and walked into the coffee shop he had made an appointment with.

Cheng Zi clawed at the window with two paws: Wang Huo?
He found a seat by the window and sat down.

The table number was sent to Xinjia's landlord's son "Huang Runming".

While waiting for the other party to arrive, he lowered his head and sent a message to his mother.

This morning, he had already posted the news of his in-laws meeting to the family group of four.

Mom was obviously very excited and kept asking for the specific time and specific arrangements.

They are already at work, and they are still sending messages to ask questions every now and then.

Jiang Guotao would occasionally ask a question, but most of the time he was silent.

Jiang Lin's cheerful side was undoubtedly inherited from Chen Huifang.

Two women, one big and one small, were chattering and discussing non-stop in the group, obviously very interested in the information about this matter.

At the same time, they all showed some tension.

He was afraid of being looked down upon by his in-laws, and thus looked down on Jiang Hong, so he paid extra attention to it, and dared not make even the slightest mistake.

Jiang Hong read a few words, answered a few words, and stopped talking.

Learn from Jiang Guotao and stay honest.

Kung fu in a short while.

A young man wearing a black and white hoodie with the hat on his head pushed open the door of the cafe and walked in.

The welcome staff rushed over to say hello, "Hello, sir, what would you like to order?"

"I'm here to find someone." He didn't take off his hat, and a pair of slightly dejected and lifeless eyes glanced around.

"Where is table A22?"

The welcome staff smiled and pointed to the table where Jiang Hong was.

"There it is, sir."

Jiang Hong also heard the voice and looked over subconsciously.

A slightly morbidly pale face, a pair of empty bloodshot eyes, a decadent look that has not slept in the Internet cafe all night.

He stood up.

"Is it Mr. Huang Runming?"

Jiang Hong stretched out a hand subconsciously.

Huang Runming nodded, didn't take off his hat, didn't reach out his hand, just shook his head.

"It's me, just shake hands, lazy." He fumbled from his pocket, and threw a bunch of keys and a small card packet on the table.

There was a crisp sound of "pop".

"This is yours, transfer the money."

As he said that, he ignored Jiang Hong's bewildered expression, and directly picked up the documents Jiang Hong put on the table.

"You should know the card number, send a message after the transfer."

Huang Runming tucked the contract under his arm listlessly and let out a sigh.

Turn around and leave.

Jiang Hong looked down at the key and the store's utility card:? ? ?
This, this Nima is too fast, right?

"Hey, wait a minute." Jiang Hong greeted hurriedly.

I haven't figured out anything, there are no contracts, tickets, procedures, nothing, and it's over?
"Is there anything else? Isn't the price already agreed? Too high?"

Huang Runming stopped in his tracks, turned his head impatiently, and curled his lips.

"Old man Huang didn't listen to the persuasion, so he insisted on buying this dilapidated shop. Also, it's useless to keep this shop. If you don't rent it, no one will rent it."

"Okay, okay, anyway, my mother and I have broken the jar, and I will give you another 5%. I will go back and tell Lao Huang that it is useless if he disagrees."

"Transfer the money, I won't give you the invoice, I didn't bring it."

"Anyway, you can do what you want in this shop, even if it's a fire, you can just lose money."

Jiang Hong was confused for a moment.

Yesterday, Xu Wan originally asked for a price that was 30% lower than the normal price. Mr. Huang gritted his teeth and spent a long time before he raised the price by 5%.

Huang Runming is too filial as a son, isn't he?
Just let it go?
do charity?
Is this the legendary king of badass?

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