Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

After peeling the shrimp, Jiang Li put it in Lin Chen's bowl.

Lin Chen ate it in one bite.

Jiang Li looked at Lin Chen, smiled, and continued to peel the second one.

Lin Chen likes to eat shrimp.

Wang Junsheng couldn't help but glanced again.

How did he feel that he was fed a mouthful of dog food?

If I knew it, he would take a female companion too.

After a meal.

Lin Chen looked at Wang Junsheng: "Mr. Wang, the meal is over, can I sign the contract now?"

Wang Junsheng smiled and said, "Of course."

Later, he took out a document from his briefcase.

"This is a contract, look at it."

"If there are no problems, we will sign."

Lin Chen accepted the contract and handed it over to Jiang Li.

"Look at it."

Jiang Li nodded: "Okay."

Then, he looked through it carefully.

After checking it again, no loopholes were found, then he looked at Lin Chen and nodded slightly.

Lin Chen also nodded: "Then sign it."

Upon seeing this, Wang Junsheng gave Lin Chen a surprised look.

Isn't it signed by Lin Chen?

Why is Jiang Li?

Could it be that Lin Chen gave Jiang Li this piece of land?

Now Wang Junsheng understood why Jiang Li willingly peeled the shrimp to Lin Chen.

Tens of millions of land, if you say you give it, plus the sky-high price of birthday gifts at the birthday banquet, this is indeed a great deal.

Few girls can resist it.

Contract in duplicate, one for each person.

Lin Chen looked at Wang Junsheng directly: "Mr. Wang, the contract has been signed, so let's go ahead."

"Okay, Mr. Lin walks slowly." Wang Junsheng smiled.

Lin Chen nodded, and left with Jiang Li.

...

On the road, Jiang Li drove the car.

Thinking of Wang Junsheng's words just now, Lin Chen couldn't help feeling a little curious.

"Wang Tiancheng has a stroke? Why does it feel a little sudden..."

Jiang Li said, "It's really sudden, but he didn't say it, he couldn't bear the blow."

Lin Chen still felt that something was wrong.

"I can't bear the blow. I should have had a stroke early. How could it be possible to have the Wang family? Is it because the more I want to go back, the more angry I am, so I have a stroke?"

Jiang Li thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it is?"

"However, Wang Junhao was abolished, and Wang Tiancheng had a stroke. Now the Wang family's family business has fallen into the hands of Wang Junsheng alone."

Hearing Jiang Li's words, Lin Chen seemed to understand something suddenly.

Wouldn't it be Wang Junsheng who did it?

Because you want to compete for family property?

Lin Chen shook his head again, and couldn't help feeling a bit funny.

Why does he want so much?

In any case, it is also their housework.

Lin Chen quickly threw the matter out of the sky.

...

Lin Chen was also planning to return to the East China Sea after the affairs in the Demon City were finished.

Jiang Li naturally followed Lin Chen back.

Although Jiang Heng intended to hand over the Yunsheng Group to her, Jiang Li chose to return to the East China Sea with Lin Chen.

After all, her Jiacheng is still in Donghai, and more importantly, there is Lin Chen in Donghai City.

The elders of the Jiang family also knew Jiang Li's thoughts, and they didn't want to stay.

Just told her to come back and see more.

On the Airbus A380.

Jiang Li stared at the clouds outside the window blankly, feeling inexplicably sad.

Lin Chen patted her shoulder.

"It's okay, if you want to go back, we often go back and have a look."

Jiang Li then retracted his gaze and leaned gently on Lin Chen's shoulder.

"In recent years, I haven't gone home much. Going back this time is their happiest time."

Of course, she also knew that it was all because of Lin Chen.

"Okay, don't be sad." Lin Chen couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Li shook his head: "I am not sad, but pleased and emotional."

"Well, well, I feel relieved!" Lin Chen said helplessly.

Jiang Li looked up at Lin Chen: "Lin Chen, I seem to like you more and more, what should I do?"

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Then what do you want to do?

Jiang Li shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then let's play something else?"

Jiang Li sat upright and asked in confusion, "What else?"

"Do you know what a machine shake is?"

The machine shakes?

She doesn't know this.

She only knows the car...

Suddenly thinking of something, Jiang Li subconsciously looked at Lin Chen: "What you said...isn't what I mean?"

"Be confident, that's what you mean."

"But... there are crew members?"

"Go to the room, just keep your voice down."

...

Airbus A380 landed at Donghai Airport.

Jiang Li leaned on his waist, walked tremblingly, and glanced at Lin Chen who had nothing to do with his face full of resentment.

How can this person always be like a okay person...

Why is she always affected?

It's not fair, it's too unfair.

This time, Lin Chen drove.

Jiang Li fell asleep directly on the co-pilot.

After arriving at Shui'an Yaju, Lin Chen directly sent Jiang Li back home, and went back to the villa by himself.

Not long after he got home, he received a call.

Lin Chen was quite surprised, because the person who called was Fang Mingli.

He still had a good impression of this little old man.

"President Fang, you are looking for me, is there anything wrong?"

Lin Chen still had some doubts.

He did not leave Fang Mingli's contact information.

But thinking about it, it should have been given by Jiang Xuan, and Lin Chen didn't take it seriously.

Hearing this, Fang Mingli said: "There is nothing wrong, I just want to tell you, Liu Jun, has been removed from the China Arts Association, he is completely blocked in the art circle."

Lin Chen: "It turned out to be so, but he also deserved it."

"Master Lin is right." Fang Mingli said: "The president of the China Arts Association asked me for your contact information, saying that I wanted to tell you something... Look, should I give him your contact information? "

Lin Chen frowned slightly.

The president of the China Arts Association, want his contact information?

He doesn't seem to know the president, right?

Lin Chen thought for a few seconds before saying, "Give it."

"Okay, then I'll give him your contact information later."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen asked again: "President Fang, you know the president of the China Arts Association, why are you looking for me?"

"This..." Fang Mingli hesitated for a moment before saying: "The chairman didn't say what it was, but I dare to guess that it should be the art award."

"Art Awards?" Lin Chen wondered.

"Yes." Fang Mingli nodded. "In the near future, the headquarters of the China Art Association will host an art award in Kyoto. You are the most popular master recently. I just want to invite you to participate in the art award."

Lin Chen nodded: "Okay, I probably understand."

Not long after I hung up, a rush of cell phone ringing rang again.

Lin Chen looked down and saw that it was a string of unfamiliar phone numbers, which belonged to Kyoto.

It seems that the caller should be the director of the arts association.