Seeing the complexity on his face, Zhanchi felt a sense of revenge in his heart: "If you don't want me to give the letter to Wen Yan, then please don't meddle in my affairs. I'll settle the land. If Chen Mengyao finds out What I have done, Wen Yan will also know what you have done."
Mo Tingchen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the tide in his heart desperately. He did not explain the truth of the plane crash. He would rather carry it down by himself than push his mother out. His mother is still in his heart. It's that kind and good woman who is well-educated and reasonable. He won't destroy the only good fantasy left: "Get the land and come together with Chen Mengyao. After that? How long are you going to use that letter to keep me in check?"
Zhan Chi snorted coldly: "Would you believe me if I said that we just kept secrets from each other and lived peacefully with the woman we love?"
Of course he didn't believe it, it wasn't realistic at all. Although they each hold each other's handle, there will be a winner or loser in the end. Since the chips are all women, it depends on whether Wen Yan is more important to him or Chen Mengyao is more important to Zhanchi. The answer is obvious. Zhanchi can live without Chen Mengyao, but he can't live without Wen Yan. Wen Yan is his. Achilles heel!
"How can you give me the original of that letter?" He asked coldly.
Zhanchi sarcastically said: "It seems that Wen Yan is really important to you, too. After all, you have been dependent on each other for so many years, and your relationship is not usually deep. If I ask you to give me everything from the Mu family, will you be willing?" ?¡±
Everything about the Mu family? Except for Zhan Chi who dared to say this, I am afraid that no one else could do it.
Mark Tingchen said without any hesitation, "Impossible."
Zhan Chi was not surprised, he had other plans: "It seems that women are not as important as money, and I don't care about things from your Mu family. What I want is that you double the pain I have tasted in the past. One more time. If there is no suitable solution, let¡¯s just do it for the time being. You also hope to maintain a balance? We each keep our mouths shut, which is good for everyone. Chen Mengyao and I will get married soon if there is no accident, as' Brother, how about buying that land as a gift for me? I don't want her to think I'm approaching her because of the land."
After leaving the hospital, Mo Tingchen drove straight to Chen Mengyao's house.
Jiang Ling was still sleeping. When she heard the knock on the door, she was very angry. Seeing Mo Tingchen outside the door, her attitude suddenly changed: "I searched around but couldn't find the property right certificate of the land. There is something wrong with it. How about you help me find it together?"
Mo Tingchen did not speak, and helped Jiang Ling to rummage through all the old things brought out by the Chen family. Because it had not been sorted out for a long time, when he found the property right certificate, his hands were covered with a thick layer of dust.
Seeing the title certificate, Jiang Ling let out a long sigh of relief: "Have you finally found it? How much can this land be sold for?"
Mark Tingchen's face was terribly gloomy, and Jiang Ling didn't dare to open his mouth: "Youyou can pay according to the market price, and I won't cheat you. After all, our family Yaoyao and your family Xiaoyan have such a good relationship."
He paused: "I won't treat you badly in terms of price. You keep the property right certificate, and I will find someone to go through the relevant procedures as soon as possible."
Hearing what he said, Jiang Ling felt relieved: "Okay, okay, just look at it, people like you are quick to do things, and I don't need to worry about it."
In the evening, Mark Tingchen did not return to Mu's house. At twelve o'clock in the morning, the whole building was plunged into darkness, except for a light on the 46th floor.
He ignored Wen Yan's text messages and phone calls. The letter in Zhanchi's hand was like a time bomb to him, he didn't know when it would explode, he had to plan ahead, and he couldn't sit still.
Right now, he can't continue to interfere with Zhanchi and Chen Mengyao's being together, and he can't let Wen Yan interfere. He regrets letting her know so many things in advance. It would be great if he didn't say anything, at least for now. go down. He was afraid that she would ask him about the progress as soon as he got home, and he couldn't lie.
Because the 46th floor was too quiet, when footsteps were heard in the corridor outside, Mark Tingchen soon realized that if it was the security guard of the building, it would be impossible for him to walk around in shoes so boldly on his floor. The sound of footsteps did not ease at all.
Just as he realized something, the office door was pushed open, Wen Yan stared at him resentfully, his little face was still flushed, he must have been heated by the high temperature outside.
His original posture of relaxing and leaning on the back of the chair could not help but become sitting upright, and his body was slightly tense: "Why are you here?"
She said in a muffled voice: "Why are you still in the company? I don't see anyone working overtime. Are you busy? I sent you a text message and called you but you ignored me I know you will be very happy to find you about Yaoyao's affairs." annoying, but exceptYou and I don't know who else to turn to for help"
The calmness he had put on collapsed at this moment, at least when she wanted to ask for help, he was the first thing she thought of. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com