The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Boss Qian knew at a glance that two people had a dispute. The conflict should be quite big, otherwise Cangman wouldn't be able to come back so quickly.

"This time you don't have to look at me every day, and I won't go to her place."

"Really not going?"

"I really don't want to go!"

They had already gone under the knife, so what else could they do? The relationship between the two of them could only stop here, but that was fine. Although the two of them were in trouble like this, they finally had nothing to do with each other, which was what Cangman wanted.

Boss Qian was very satisfied with Cangman's attitude. He picked up a letter from the table and handed it to Cangman, "Look at this."

After Cangman saw it, he became furious, "Damn it, there's this thing. I have to dig three feet into the ground to find this grandson. See if I don't chop off his hand."

Boss Qian said: "I'll leave this matter to you. It may be difficult. You lead people to find the den and I will catch him."

"Don't worry, I'll set off right away."

Cangman, who acted vigorously and resolutely, left Boss Qian's room in less than three minutes, and within a quarter of an hour he was on the road with his people.

Wan Baiqian looked at Boss Qian and said, "Don't you discuss this with Cheng Feng and the others?"

"We have discussed that we will arrest people. Cangman can handle this matter without them being distracted."

"Does Cangman still have something to do?"

Boss Qian smiled and said, "It doesn't affect me at all. When I start working, he will forget that she is your woman."

"Did he hit a wall with Furong?"

"No, no, no, he will mention it to me."

"I thought they would be inseparable when they met. After all, they are young people."

Boss Qian shook his head and said, "He will still listen to what I say. The two of us broke up today probably because of me."

"because of you?"

Boss Qian nodded: "I understand Cangman."

Wan Baiqian thought for a moment and said, "Isn't it Furong who made trouble with me?"

Boss Qian said: "Don't think about it. Cangmandu has set off anyway, and this matter can't be reversed."

"Don't be too arbitrary about some things."

"What's the matter? Do you mean what Cangman is going to do? My mother-in-law has offended me a few days ago. I can handle things so I don't want to disturb the young couple."

Naturally, Wanbaiqian was not referring to this matter, but Boss Qian didn't want to mention it anymore, and it was hard for her to say it again.

"It wasn't because you urged Shang Xi to produce the drawings that Shang Xi locked himself in the house for ten days."

Boss Qian said with a smile: "Don't I want you to soak in that hot spring as soon as possible?"

"Then you can't force Shang Xi like this."

"The period of ten days to half a month was set by Shang Xi herself, I didn't force her."

"In my opinion, let them go to Bianjing for fun first, and it won't be too late to start painting when they come back. Anyway, they won't be able to live in it this year."

"That's not possible. Once we let them out, the day when the drawings will be produced will be far away. Their family of three is very casual. There is no telling when they can come back from this trip."

On the thirteenth day, Shang Xi finally took out the drawings.

"Sister, brother-in-law, please take a look."

Boss Qian looked at the thick stack of drawings and couldn't understand anything.

"Shang Xi, your brother-in-law, I haven't seen much of the world. Today is an eye-opener. You can explain it to my brother-in-law."

Shang Xi was smart and called Chen Qingliao today. After all, this project will soon be handed over to Brother Chen, so we can all get together to discuss it.

Facing this huge drawing, everyone had no doubts, and some were shocked.

Boss Qian said: “It would be great if we could really build a house exactly like the drawings.”

Chen Qingliao said: "As long as it is the drawing produced by Shang Xi, it can be built according to the drawing."

Boss Qian said: "Then I'll leave the rest to Qing Liao."

Chen Qingliao learned from Yuhua that they were anxious to go to Bianjing, so he made sure to study this set of drawings thoroughly before Shang Xi left.

"Shang Xi, I'll call a few people to analyze this set of drawings tomorrow."

This is a process that must be followed. Chen Qingliao is meticulous in his work and will not wait until he encounters a problem before solving it. He likes to understand everything in advance. It is actually more worry-free to work with such people.

Shang Xi said: "Okay, let's discuss it early tomorrow."

Boss Qian was shocked: "Do you want to discuss it for a day?"

Cheng Feng has seen this kind of scene many times, "It's fast if you can finish the discussion in one day. What you are building is a house, not a part of the house."

Boss Qian said with a smile: "I've been taught a lesson, I'm short-sighted, thank you all for your hard work."

Chen Qingliao was very humble: "It should be done."

On the second day, Shang Xi was indeed surrounded by a group of people. From dawn to sunset, her throat was about to burst for the whole day.

The moment she lay on the bed, she felt as if a burden had been lifted off her, and she collapsed on the bed as limply as if she had no bones.

Cheng Feng was lying next to her, squeezing and kneading Shang Xi's body with his hands. He didn't have any good intentions at first glance, "You're tired, I'll give you a squeeze."

After waiting for no response from Shang Xi for a long time, he took a closer look and saw that she was already asleep.

Cheng Feng complained: "Do you want me to be a monk?"

Day two.

Shang Xi opened his eyes energetically, feeling like he was resurrected with full blood. Next to him lay Cheng Feng, who was like a stove. It was very warm. "Hey, shouldn't it be time to pack things up today? We have been here for the past few days." If not, we have to set off.”

"Yes."

Shang Xi smiled and looked at Cheng Youning who was lying on Cheng Feng's chest, "When did you come in?"

She remembered that the child didn't seem to sleep in their room last night.

"I've been here a long time ago. Everyone is up, but you two are not."

Shang Xi yawned loudly, "Then I'll get up and pack your clothes."

Cheng Youning nodded happily. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

As soon as Chen Qingliao started work, Yuhua packed up her things and came back.

She said to Shang Xi mysteriously, "Fu Rong's hand was injured more seriously than we imagined."

Shang Xi stopped playing with the clothes in his hands, "Have you seen it?"

Yuhua's murmurings were more dynamic than her gesticulations, "I wrapped it, but it tore apart two days ago, and the blood flowed all over the floor."

Yuhua's little eyes made Shang Xi look at him in shock.

"Is it that exaggerated? If the wound is opened, can there be so much blood?"

"What did I lie to you for? The ground and the handkerchief were all covered in blood. It made Furong's face turn pale with pain, her face was filled with tears, and her lips were trembling. It's so scary."

How could Yuhua know that Fu Rong looked completely filled with anger?

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

"No matter how I heard it, I thought you were talking about a murder scene!"

"Why don't you believe what I said? It's so bloody. It's so scary."

"Can you see what the injury is?"