The Master Became a Wealthy Madam

Chapter Twenty Three

Yan Wenjia's life was shaken, and she was beaten silently.

"There are tens of thousands of ways for people to find death, and it is the basic morality not to trouble others. You feel that life is boring. If you want to find the meaning of living, you shouldn't look for it like this... so you won't find it in your life. Maybe One day, you will really die in a certain jungle, in a certain desert, under a certain cliff... Everyone just feels relieved. No one will remember you. Is this the result you want?"

"Some people are dead, they can be called alive. Some people are dead, then they are just dead. What are you to take off the banquet's coat?"

When Gu Xueyi's unhurried voice fell, Yan Wenjia was staring at her back, thinking uncontrollably, how could a clearly thin body burst out with such a powerful force when parachuting?

Yan Wenjia felt something blocked his chest.

He slowly digested Gu Xueyi's words, and the more he repeatedly digested it in his brain, the more densely tingling ache that stuck on his body.

Is this the result I want?

What am i?

I count...

Before Yan Wenjia broke free from depression and depression, she found a clear answer.

Gu Xueyi suddenly turned around and drew a leather belt from the table.

"Now I will teach you basic morals first."

"Shoo".

Yan Wenjia hid, but her technique was too ingenious. He grunted and was drawn to his chin. He gritted his teeth and didn't make any more noise. He fell off and knocked on the table.

Had it not been for Gu Xueyi had raised his collar from behind.

Yan Wenjia should die easily and absurdly, worse than a feather.

Yan Wenjia, who was sitting on the chair, slowly moved his eyelashes, and passed Gu Xueyi's words in his mind again.

If you want to find the meaning of living, you should not look for it like this.

How should I find it?

"Brother Yuan, don't you really think about it anymore?" The manager's noisy voice chattered in his ears.

Yan Wenjia held down his thoughts and looked up at the agent: "I don't want to."

He can bleed and pain, but it is impossible for him to admit defeat and show weakness.

The manager's voice was pressed into his throat all at once.

When he touched Yan Wenjia's gaze, he knew he was serious.

The overly handsome young man in front of him seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell where it changed.

The agent raised his hand and wiped his face, thinking numbly, maybe it was the illusion caused by the swollen face...

Gu Xueyi ended the day of notebook study.

She walked outside: "Prepare me a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

She has not yet been able to get used to the way of writing simplified characters with a water-based pen in this era.

The maid showed a hint of surprise, but soon went downstairs to find Gu Xueyi.

I just couldn't help muttering in my heart, what does the wife want this thing for?

Paper, ink, pen and inkstone came soon.

Gu Xueyi glanced.

Not bad, but not good either. It is not unusable.

Gu Xueyi pinched the ink stick, added clear water, and slowly grinds her wrist in the inkstone.

Upon seeing this, the maid hurriedly said: "Madam, let me come."

Gu Xueyi is used to doing such things herself.

"no need."

This is also a way to train wrist strength.

Gu Xueyi grasped the ink stick and grinds it unhurriedly, feeling more and more that the fit between this body and her is getting higher day by day.

After polishing the ink, Gu Xueyi asked the maid to go out first, and she picked up the pen to slowly sort out Baoxin's information based on her memory.

This combing took three hours.

When Gu Xueyi recovered, it was already night. Now it is obviously not suitable to go to Chen Yujin again.

Gu Xueyi folded a thick stack of paper and opened the small safe on the dressing table.

The small safe was filled with all kinds of jewellery. Gu Xueyi didn't even look at it. She poured them all into the drawer, and put the stack of paper in and locked it.

Half an hour later, Secretary Chen received today's second text message.

[Is Secretary Chen free tomorrow? I will visit Yanshi. 】

Chen Yujin looked at the pan in the kitchen that had just been dried, pressed her forehead, and coughed again.

【Have. 】

He responded with a text message, and then regained his strength, washed the pot, put it back on the shelf, and made the **** soup.

After Gu Xueyi got a definite reply, she went to wash up.

Chen Yujin was staring at the pot intently. After waiting for a few minutes, she finally got a bowl of **** soup.

He lowered his head and took a sip.

Hot, spicy,...but it's really warm.

Gu Xueyi came out of the bathroom and called Yan Wenbo.

"..."

Yan Wenbo answered the phone, but didn't know what to say, his face was sullen, and the phone was silent.

He has gone home on time these days.

He did not clashed with Jiang Jing again.

She was sleeping upstairs, why did she call him?

Yan Wenbo tightened his lips.

"Do you have a call from Yan Wenshu?" Gu Xueyi asked.

Yan Wenbo:...

Yan Wenbo hung up the phone.

After waiting a few seconds, Yan Wenbo realized what he had done, and he slowly remembered the taste of the belt.

Yan Wenbo immediately called back.

"...You want Yanwenshu's number? I'll send it to you." There was a little bit of humiliation in his tone.

She called him just for Yan Wenshu's cell phone number?

"Just now..." Yanwen Baiyalai lay out a lie: "I accidentally hung up."

Gu Xueyi didn't care about him, and whispered: "Good night."

Then I checked my phone number in my mailbox.

Yan Wenbo held the phone for a few seconds before lying down again.

Gu Xueyi called Yan Wenshu but failed.

Just sent a text message in the past.

[Just click and stop, don't do stupid things. 】

It was nine thirty-three in the evening.

Yan Wenshu suffocated his anger.

She stared at Jiang Meng coldly: "I played so many plays in front of me, why? Now let you go to the hospital for a birth check, you refuse to go?"

Jiang Meng's hair was scattered and haggard, looking weak and pitiful.

On the contrary, Yan Wenshu is aggressive.

Seeing that she didn't bring anyone else, the agent suddenly got bolder, took out the phone, quietly turned on the video function, and pointed at Jiang Meng.

Just edit it once...you can change the situation.

Yan Wenshu turned his head, but found out.

She has a circle of celebrities, and she has been dealing with foreign reporters and street photographers all day long. She is too sensitive to this thing.

Yan Wenshu suddenly became more angry, snatched it over, and smashed it against the wall.

The agent stared at Yan Wenshu and his eyes were red.

Yan Wenshu's temper is aggressive.

It's too much!

There is nothing this eldest lady is worried about...

How can they think of shooting themselves in the foot by lifting a rock?

Now being forced to come here...

Things must not be good today.

"Jiang Meng, you call that person."

"Which person?" Yan Wenshu asked coldly.

The room became quiet for a while.

Ten p.m.

Cao Jiaye put on a hat, a mask and a bodyguard, and drove out of the villa area in the dark.

Jian Rui heard the movement and went downstairs and asked, "Where is the gentleman?"

The maid said nerdly: "Mr. said the company is a bit urgent."

That evening, Yan Wenshu never reviewed Xueyi's phone calls and text messages.

Gu Xueyi got up at 8 o'clock the next morning. After breakfast, she went to the Yanshi Building and called Yan Wenshu again.

Still no answer.

Gu Xueyi couldn't help but frowned.

In fact, from the beginning, she didn't pay attention to the role of Jiang Meng.

Regardless of Jiang Meng's acting, whether he was forced to come to the door, or to find Yan Wenshu... all showed her anxiety, and at the same time, she could see that her methods were clumsy.

Yan Wenshu can't even hold a person like this?

Soon, the car arrived at the Yanshi Building.

Gu Xueyi didn't continue to make senseless calls, she went straight upstairs. The staff in the building greeted her one after another: "Mrs. Banquet."

After the banquet hosted by the Srika Hotel, who can now not take this banquet lady to heart?

Going up to the floor where Chen Yujin was located, the little secretary was waiting there early in the morning.

The little secretary immediately took Gu Xueyi to the small meeting room.

The door opened, and the man inside raised his head.

"Mr. Jian." Gu Xueyi said hello.

"Mrs. Yan." Jian Changming moved his throat, pushed down his glasses, and said hello.

This scene is very similar to the last time they met in the Yanshi Building.

But the mood is completely different.

Jian Changming has become more objectively aware of the changes in Gu Xueyi's body, and the excellence after the changes.

Gu Xueyi took his seat, and a few minutes later, Chen Yujin also arrived.

"Does the Yanjia install GPS positioning on the cell phones of each family member?" Gu Xueyi asked.

Chen Yujin's cold has been more than half healed, and when he saw Gu Xueyi, he remembered the slightly hot and spicy sensation on the tip of his tongue.

"Yes, but it depends on who you are looking for. After all, some people are always unwilling to cooperate, and they will choose to dismantle the positioning themselves." After Chen Yujin finished speaking, she asked again: "What's wrong? What happened? Up?"

Hearing these words, Jian Changming couldn't help but raised his head and looked at Chen Yujin more.

Secretary Chen's words seem to have become a bit more.

"Thank you Secretary Chen to let someone check Yan Wenshu's position."

Chen Yujin stopped asking why, and immediately responded, "Okay."

He turned around and gave orders, then returned to the small meeting room.

Gu Xueyi took out the stack of paper, and lied without blinking her eyes: "I wrote it like this. It looks more like my copybook."

Indeed, no one can associate this thing with Baoxin.

Chen Yujin took it with both hands and slowly unfolded.

Jian Changming's gaze also followed.

The font is dignified and beautiful.

Only Hengpi Gou faintly reveals the momentum of a little iron painted silver hook.

This handwriting... is pretty.

As if she had written it countless times.

But what is even more amazing is that they found that her memory is also quite good.

In other words, she is quite skillful in remembering. When integrated one by one, the logic is clear.

How much of her is something that no one has ever seen before?

Can Gu's family really teach her like this?

While Chen Yujin and Jian Changming were staring at the stack of papers, they could not turn their eyes away.

Gu Xueyi's mobile phone received a news feed from a browser.

[Yan Wenshu forwarded Weibo to suspect Jiang Meng, what do you think? Click to see—]

When Gu Xueyi saw this news, she immediately became alert.

She clicked in and took a look.

On the way there, Yan Wenshu posted a Weibo to mock Jiang Meng directly.

Many comment areas are satirizing Jiang Meng.

For Jiang Meng, who needs to rely on her popularity to maintain her position... it is tantamount to directly cutting her lifeline.

Really reckless.

At least you should bring two more bodyguards around to ask the crime.

Gu Xueyi slid her finger.

Saw another Weibo.

@宴文姝: See clearly, this is Mrs. Yan. [Picture]

Gu Xueyi raised her eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, it's the way children think...

... It's reckless and kind of cute.

She stood up: "Mr. Jian and Secretary Chen look first, I have to leave for a while..."

"Where is the wife?" When the words came to the lips, Chen Yujin swallowed it back.

These are not his turn.

Gu Xueyi nodded at them slightly, the etiquette was still impeccable, then she opened the door and walked out quickly.

She brought only one bodyguard on the way.

This is of course not less.

What's more, she once went to the battlefield with her father and brother. Compared with ordinary women, she is already much stronger...

But Gu Xueyi wouldn't want to put herself in danger. She stopped, turned her head and opened the door again, and asked, "Can Secretary Chen have a bodyguard, can I use it?"

Jian Changming acted for a while: "I can lend it to Mrs. Yan."

Chen Yujin, who opened slowly:...

The author has something to say: 　　 I'm here! I came with 2 more! Everyone go to bed early, good night (づ￣3￣)づ