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Wang Rou ignored Yang Luo, took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, and took a puff. The smoke crawled out of her sexy and alluring mouth, and slowly drifted into the air.
Yang Luo's brows became tighter and tighter. Looking at Wang Rou's delicate face, he always felt that there was something wrong with Wang Rou today.
Neither of the two people spoke again. After a long time, Wang Rou said softly: "I'm getting married."
For Wang Rou, Yang Luo has always felt a little guilty in his heart, hoping that she can have a perfect home. But when he heard Wang Rou said that he was going to get married, not only did he not feel relaxed, but he felt a little pain in his heart.
Yang Luo threw the lady's cigarette into his mouth and lit it, smoking one after another. The burning sensation in his lungs gave him a pleasure he had never felt before.
"Who are you going to marry?"
Wang Rou stared at the cigarette on her fingertips, watching the burning smoke drifting away in irregular lines, her eyes were a little vague.
"Inky!"
"Do you love him?" Yang Luo asked softly.
Wang Rou slowly turned her head, stared at Yang Luo and said, "What do you think?"
Yang Luo didn't dare to look into Wang Rou's eyes, and said to himself, "Why marry if you don't love."
Wang Rou sighed, and said quietly: "Whether you love or not has nothing to do with whether you marry or not. Besides, I'm not too young. If I don't marry, I won't be able to marry after two years." Speaking of this, I looked at Yang again. Luo glanced, "Isn't this what you want?"
Yang Luo's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly: "Is it because you want to marry someone? You feel good when you abuse yourself like this?"
Wang Rou took a puff of cigarette: "Grandpa is getting old, and his health is getting worse day by day. He has always wanted to see me get married and see that I can have a good home, so I plan to marry too. It can be regarded as an explanation to Grandpa. , lest one day he leave with regrets."
Yang Luo took a deep breath: "Do uncle, aunt and grandpa know about your decision?"
Wang Rou chuckled, Yang Luo frowned slightly, he didn't know what Wang Rou was laughing at.
Wang Rou pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, then waved for a waiter and ordered a glass of red wine.
Gently shaking the wine glass, watching the red liquid constantly changing its shape in the glass, his eyes were a little blurred.
"Grandpa doesn't know yet. As for my dad, it was he who proposed me to marry Yinqi."
Yang Luo played with the extinguished cigarette butt in his hand: "Since you want to marry someone, why do you need to marry Yinqi? I think you know better than me what kind of person he is."
Wang Rou raised her head and drank the red wine in the glass, her expression suddenly became very relaxed: "With the rise of the Yin family, Yin Qi, as the grandson of the Yin family, is the successor that the Yin family focuses on training. He is only younger than You are three years older, and now you are a director-level cadre under the Development and Planning Department, with a bright future, you say, what's wrong with marrying him!"
Yang Luo suddenly turned to look at Wang Rou: "This is the real reason why you want to marry Yin Qi."
Wang Rou looked at Yang Luo, nodded and said, "Yes, now that the Wang family has grandpa, it can still be as stable as Mount Tai. But if grandpa suddenly disappears, the Wang family will fall apart. Only by seeking marriage can the Wang family be kept, and the best choice is to print Home."
Yang Luo really didn't know what to say. Yang Luo had seen too many political marriages that sacrificed the lifelong happiness of the younger generation for the benefit of the family. He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't give Wang Rou the happiness he needed.
Wang Rou tidied up her clothes, then picked up her small bag, stood up and said, "I'm here this time just to meet you, I guess we won't have many chances to meet in the future."
Yang Luo stood up, facing Wang Rou with an unspeakable heartache.
Wang Rou smiled slightly, stretched her arms around Yang Luo, leaned on his ear and whispered, "Bei Yinyao is a good woman, you should cherish it and wish you happiness." After speaking, she pushed Yang Luo away, turned around and left.
No one saw it, but the moment Wang Rou turned around, tears rolled down her eyes.
Seeing Wang Rou leave, Zhang Qiang, Xiao Qi and Feng Kun all ran over.
Zhang Qiang asked strangely: "How did Sister Wang Rou leave?"
Yang Luo smiled wryly: "Wang Rou is getting married, she came here to let me know."
"What?" A group of people shouted at the same time, Chen Wei and the others stood not far away, took a strange look, and then continued to chat.
Wei Hua said: "How is it possible, who doesn't know, Miss Wang Rou has only liked you since she was a child, if it wasn't because of you and Shiqi"
&nbIt's a waste of money. "
Xie Zhenhong smiled bitterly: "Tell me, how much do you want?"
Yang Luo tapped his head: "It's worth 18 billion anyway."
Xie Zhenhong stared and said, "No!"
Yang Luo smiled: "Then how much can you give me?"
Xie Zhenhong said: "At most two hundred million."
Yang Luo shook his head like a rattle: "No, there are too few. Those who need food, drink and shelter for immigrants. After one year, half of the 200 million yuan will be left. Not to mention the infrastructure construction of Dahua Town. Without money, everything is useless."
Xie Zhenhong pondered for a moment, then looked up at Yang Luo: "Are you really sure that you can boost the economy of Dahua Town?"
Yang Luo thought for a while and said, "I can't promise you this, but I will definitely do my best."
Xie Zhenhong nodded noncommittally: "I saw a report in the newspaper a few days ago that a consortium wanted to invest 500 billion in Dahua Town. Is it true?"
Yang Luo grinned: "Of course it's true. If I didn't have this investment, what would I do in that poor place in Dahua Town?"
Xie Zhenhong kept tapping his fingers on the table, and after a long time he said: "In this case, I will give you 1.5 billion."
Yang Luo still shook his head: "No, too little."
Xie Zhenhong said: "It's quite a lot. You have to know how many people ask me for money every year, and how many eyes are staring at me. This time I will give you 1.5 billion. When they come to ask for money, I will give you one cent less They will also complain about money. Even if this bowl of water cannot be leveled, it cannot be tilted too sharply."
Yang Luo knew that what Xie Zhenhong said was true. After all, China is such a big place, and there are too many "governments" at all levels and various units that need money. Naturally, there are many people asking for money.
Thinking of this, Yang Luo sighed helplessly, it seems that 18 billion is impossible, and this kang head can't keep his family warm.
Yang Luo raised his head, looked at Xie Zhenhong and said, "Three billion, this is my bottom line." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com