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    ¡ª¡ªIf there is a child in the future (this "if" does not refer to a physiological problem), the child is still alive, and given the same status as Wanyun to choose from, Feng Jian will definitely choose the latter.

    Don¡¯t get me wrong, no normal person would give up an entire forest for a sapling.

    In terms of cost, normal people will usually continue to invest in things they have already invested in.

    Feng Jian thinks he is a normal person.

    In fact, life has not changed much.

    Wan Yun did not use her set of standards to ask Feng Jian. With Feng Jian's brain power, it is usually difficult to judge how many years a piece of clothing worth 100 yuan can be worn, and how many years a piece of clothing worth 10,000 yuan can be worn.  What are the subtle differences?  More often than not, Feng Jian would still feel a throbbing deep in his heart when he saw the price list.

    "This glass bottle at home actually costs 20,000 yuan?" he said with a frown.

    "What's the meaning?"

    "I mean, you have 20,000 yuan in your hand, and I have 20,000 yuan in my hand."

    Wan Yun put down the knife and fork and said helplessly: "I bought something at home a long time ago, why are you just thinking about getting angry now?"

    Feng Jian explained: "I didn't lose my temper. I just said how could this thing cost 20,000 yuan."

    So in a wealthy marriage, at least one person in the couple should be well versed in art collection.  In this way, when two people quarrel, they can quickly make rational judgments among the expensive furnishings and pick out a less valuable one and throw it away.

    Having said that, Feng Jian still doesn¡¯t like the mountainside villa very much.

    The space is too big, the decoration is too gorgeous, and there are too many people. It feels like a small town or museum.  It is said that before moving in, Mrs. Li once kept a shark in this huge living room.

    "It is indeed true. My second uncle asked someone to buy it. Later, I heard that koi carps are good for feng shui, so I put the shark back."

    Feng Jian said suspiciously: "How come I heard that you were still in charge at that time, and you took the decision to dismantle the crystal fish tank directly."

    Wan Yun smiled and said, "Oh, I'm afraid of sharks."

    Feng Jian frowned and said, "You were quite smart at the time, but why did you let them go so much later?"

    ¡°I don¡¯t care about those official matters,¡± she replied. ¡°If you have anything to say, just tell my husband.¡±

    Feng Jian was dismayed: "Can't your husband be me?"

    The driver was driving at the moment, pretending not to hear the conversation of the people behind him.

    As the car slowly climbed the hill, Wan Yun saw another house halfway up the mountain surrounded by a yellow rope, indicating that it had been purchased.

    This is the third villa that Zhou Yu bought near the Mid-Levels Villa. Wan Yun didn't even know what connections he had to use to get the residents who had lived there for many years to move out.

    After all, the residents here are not short of money.

    Wanyun looked back: "You said you are my husband, well, you have to do something to prove it."

    Feng Jian looked straight ahead.

    How to prove this? Anyway, he doesn¡¯t really want to try 3P in broad daylight.  But that woman doesn¡¯t want to buy something again

    Wan Yun suggested: "Let's do this. You can carry me back on your back."

    The car has arrived at the gate of the mid-level villa and is waiting for the automatic door to open.

    The driver followed Wanyun's words and stopped the car without laughing.

    Feng Jian turned to look at her: "No way, Li Wanyun? How old are you? Don't be so childish. What are you carrying!"

    Wan Yun retorted: "What's so childish? When you came here to see me for the first time, you didn't even hear what I said before you drove away."

    Feng Jian couldn't stand it: "Why didn't you tell me that it was the first time I met you? You were so poor that you didn't even have shoes!"

    There was no other way, Feng Jian had no choice but to carry Wanyun on his back and watch the car drive away.

    He really dislikes the mountain villa more and more. He didn't feel it when driving or running before, but now he realizes that it takes at least twenty minutes to walk from the door to the building.  Just a lawn requires a lot of property fees.

    Feng Jian had just finished work and then took Wanyun home.  Now he is mentally tired and has no energy to lift his feet. Although Wanyun is soft, his arms are sore after being carried for a long time.  The two dogs at home were already running towards them, happily leading the way and trying to trip him up every moment.

    "Why did you stop?" Wan Yun asked from his back.

    Feng Jian gasped: "Isn't everyone at the door?"

    Wanyun glanced at it: "We just arrived at the fountain."

    "Miss Li, I can even smell the smell of Zhen's mother's fish stew in the kitchen!"

    ¡°You¡¯re so insincere, just keep carrying me home.¡±

    Feng Jian raised his head with difficulty and glanced: "the stairs in front of us have at least ten floors, okay?"?To restrict people¡¯s behavior.  But Zhou Yu's words and deeds, the kind of things flowing out of every pore, exude a deep desire to influence others - this is not very popular.  Wan Yun could comment on Zhou Yu's arrogance, but Feng Jian felt that he had so much money, but always used his petty ways to steal people, which was very boring.

    As a person who came from Linlang Street, for the sake of profit, Feng Jian was actually so unscrupulous in his investment partners that he was not picky at all, but thanks to some people, he could barely bear it.

    When Feng Jian went out, he happened to see Wan Ling.

    She was getting out of a car. When she took a closer look, the dark car window was raised to cover her handsome face. Inside, there seemed to be someone familiar to her.

    Feng Jian frowned, pushed away his secretary, and called Wan Ling

    He rarely meddles in other people's business, so his tone was a little stiff at the moment: "Why did Manager Li take Director Jay's car?"

    Wan Ling was not panicked, at least on the surface.

    "It's strange, why does my brother-in-law care about me so much?" She pursed her lips and raised her slender eyebrows, "It seems that after Wan Jin and eldest sister, my brother-in-law finally thought of a third person in the Li family today?"

    Feng Jian was silent for a few seconds.  One of the Lis is Wan Ling, and the other is He Long, which can simply destroy his ability to tolerate women in the world.

    Wan Ling was still trying to leave: "It's not like my brother-in-law's style to be so indirect. Do I want to avoid suspicion?"

    Feng Jian stopped her: "You know I have no interest in your family business, and I still want to focus on my own company in the future -"

    "Brother-in-law, can you speak directly if you have something to say?"

    "Instead of always using your sister to make deals with outsiders, it's better to do business with me and survive without being caught in the middle."

    Wan Ling's face turned slightly pale.

    Feng Jian frowned and said: "Zhou Yu is not a simple person. It's okay if you are ambitious, but you always act clever and it's hard for others to trust you. Li Wanyun just doesn't care about you -"

    Wan Ling originally just listened with a sneer, but suddenly said coldly: "Yes, I am ambitious, but I am not ambitious enough to imitate you and marry into the Li family. I always play tricks, but I am not successful enough to kick my sister away like a big sister.  , forced the marriage, and now she wants to use your hand to interfere with the Li family!"

    Feng Jian frowned: "Who told you that she forced the marriage?"

    Feng Jian recalled this incident with nothing but shame.  He has always been tight-lipped about this matter, and Wan Yun is not a talkative person. Why does Wan Ling seem to know so much at this moment?

    Wan Ling paused: "Brother-in-law once said at a press conference"

    Feng Jian looked at her again and turned to leave.

    Wan Ling said from behind: "I thought my brother-in-law was going to continue to warn me."

    What can I warn you about?  She is not qualified to be an opponent. It is not worth talking about a dog biting a dog.

    Feng Jian could only think that Zhou Yu had clearly seen him in the car just now, and did not say hello, but left firmly and slowly.

    ¡­Just like Wan Yun, he¡¯s just putting on airs.  However, Zhou Yu seemed to have no intention of marrying him again.

    For the third and last time, Feng Jian thought that the man did have a way of doing things.

    But that didn¡¯t stop him from hating Zhou Yu, and he didn¡¯t want to tell Wan Yun the whole thing.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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