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This time You Fan was beyond Jiang Chengli's expectation, and he didn't taunt Jiang Chengli anymore. After the redness in his ears faded, he looked at him with a complicated expression, and walked away with a cold snort.

After You Fan left, Jiang Chengli looked at the closed door and heaved a sigh of relief, with sweat on his forehead.

Because Jiang Chengli was ill and lost the ability to move, the servants relaxed his guard a lot. He could freely enter and leave the house, and he could go around the street when the servants followed him.

The end of the year is approaching, and it should be the busiest and most popular time of the year, but the streets are empty.

Jiang Chengli guessed that You Fan probably bought the whole street.

You Fan went out these few days, Jiang Chengli never saw him again.

Jiang Chengli asked the servant, and the servant only told him to wait patiently, but the system has not responded since You Fan left.

Jiang Chengli could only wait for the opportunity while recharging his energy.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Chengli was sitting on the sofa on the first floor, covered with a blanket, coughing twice while looking out the window.

Since You Fan left, the servant also took away his mobile phone. Jiang Chengli went to You Fan's study on the excuse, but only found a few books, not even a computer.

Jiang Chengli took the servant's mobile phone away while the servant was delivering the meal to him, and when he opened it, he found that the signal of the house was blocked.

After completely losing the means of communicating with the outside world, Jiang Chengli can only watch TV and still have a little contact with the outside world.

There were skits on the TV in a loop, and Jiang Chengli almost watched them all. It was snowing outside in the middle of the night, and the sound of firecrackers could be vaguely heard.

Most of the fireworks were blocked by the courtyard wall, and Jiang Chengli could only see the flickering flickering, and he could almost tell the excitement without looking.

Jiang Chengli turned his head and simply stopped looking at it. The servants were busy with their own affairs and never bothered him like they did in the manor before.

Jiang Chengli felt thirsty and was about to get someone to pour a cup of hot milk for him, but he opened his mouth but was so dry that he couldn't speak, only then realized that he hadn't spoken for almost a week.

When You Ji Xun accompanied Jiang Chengli in the manor, he didn't feel deserted, but at this moment, he suddenly realized a chill creeping up his bones.

He suddenly lost the mood to drink milk, took the remote control and randomly selected a local station, which was broadcasting economic news.

The gentle voice of the female announcer and the sound of fireworks outside the window wove a cobweb, and the ambiguous silence surrounded Jiang Chengli. Jiang Chengli wrapped the blanket tightly, and his head was a little dazed.

"Master, it's Mr. You's phone number." The servant's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Jiang Chengli was pushed awake, and the caller ID on the phone in front of him was You Fan.

Jiang Chengli woke up in an instant, and realized that the mobile phone in front of him should be a way for the servants to communicate with You Fan alone. When he took the mobile phone, You Fan's voice came, which was a little vague.

"Chinese New Year is coming soon, what do you want to eat on New Year's Eve?" You Fan's voice was no different from usual, as calm and gentle as ever.

"What have you been doing these days?" Jiang Chengli glanced at the waiting servant and walked to the window on crutches.

The servant only watched from afar without stopping him.

After reaching the servant's blind spot, Jiang Chengli took the phone from his ear, looked through the phone only to find that it only had the function of calling, and the only contact was You Fan, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

You Fan chuckled lightly, but didn't say what was going on: "The company has some matters to settle. These two days have been quite busy, so I'll go back tomorrow."

Jiang Chengli heard You Fan's noisy meeting in the background.

Although he seldom paid attention to the company's affairs after leaving the company, and Ji Xun seldom mentioned it to him, even so Jiang Chengli knew that it must be a very important and tense thing for You Fan to work overtime until the Chinese New Year.

Jiang Chengli sneered silently, and glanced back at the financial news being broadcast on TV.

The small print on the title below reads: You Fan resigned from the chairmanship of the group yesterday, and the new chairman is still unknown, or the stock market may be turbulent due to frequent changes in the chairman, investment needs to be cautious.