611: C611 People with Stories

C611 People with Stories

"What, Mr. Yao is waiting for me here personally because he's worried that I won't be able to reincarnate before 12 o'clock?"

Chen Qingchuan did not hold back when it came to cripple Yao. He could not suppress cripple Yao because of Yao Feifei, but he would not treat him nicely. Just because of a mere cripple Yao, he was not worthy of being a good face!

However, what was surprising was that cripple Yao did not argue with him this time. Instead, he said with a smile, "Mr. Chen misunderstood. He only invited us to drink tea together. He came to invite us personally. I wonder if Mr. Chen would give us face?"

These words seemed to have changed into a different person. Instead, they were not as sharp as before. It seemed like there was some kind of plot hidden in his words. However, even if there was really a plot, Chen Qingchuan didn't fear it at all. At most, he could let Tang Mengyin become a widow at such a young age!

After agreeing to cripple Yao's request, Chen Qingchuan followed him to the tea room.

After entering the tea room, there was someone specially made to make tea. The tea ceremony was very professional and the process was meticulous.

Two cups of fragrant tea, each guarded one cup. Then, the tea ceremony staff left the tea room under cripple Yao's instructions.

In the tea room, there was only Chen Qingchuan and cripple Yao. Both of them were sipping the fragrant tea without saying anything.

This situation lasted for a full three minutes before it was finally broken by Chen Qingchuan.

In terms of endurance, he naturally had it. He could sit here all night and waste time, but it was night now. He needed to cultivate and did not want to waste time.

"Cripple Yao, my time is precious. If I kill earlier, I will die sooner. Hurry up!"

The silence was broken by Chen Qingchuan. Only then did cripple Yao speak with a smile. "Mr. Chen, I have a property on the beach. It takes up a lot of space. Five hundred square meters. The market price is thirty million. However, old people are not suitable to live by the sea. The humidity was too heavy and the joints could not take it. Therefore, if Mr. Chen is interested, Mr. Chen can still accept this property."

Oh, 30 million worth of property, and he just gave it away like that? What did he mean by that?

When Chen Qingchuan asked this question, cripple Yao did not directly answer. Instead, he talked about the Kadiyala.

"Two hundred years ago, the Western British royal family established a special clothing department that customized clothes for the members of the royal family. To show your distinguished identity. Eighty years ago, due to the war, the Department of Clothing was disbanded and no longer had a Department of Clothing specifically tailored for the members of the royal family. However, even though the clothing division was a part of the public, it still only served the royal family members. It lasted for several decades."

"Twenty years ago, the Logistics Department started to receive orders from overseas, but the price was quite high. For a time, it became popular among the powerful and influential people of various countries. However, when the Logistics Department opened the orders, they set the rules and only accepted orders from the royal members of the various countries. No non-royal members were welcomed. Of course, there was definitely an exception. The rule only limited the powerless. As for those with great abilities, the rules are the tools they use to restrict others."

After adding tea to Chen Qingchuan's cup, cripple Yao smiled and asked Chen Qingchuan, "May I ask Mr. Chen if he is a member of the royal family or a person with great abilities?"

The brand of clothing produced by the Material Department was Kadiyala, which meant that it was elegant and noble.

That's right, Chen Qingchuan spent 30 million to customize this Kadiyala for Yao Feifei. However, he did not expect that a cripple Yao from Dongqing would actually recognize this brand and know the story behind it.

"Looks like you, cripple Yao, are also a person with a story!"

Without a story, how could he possibly know the existence of Kadiyala.

Cripple Yao had a smile on his face. "I wouldn't dare. At least I don't have the ability to buy Fei a full set of Kadiyala."

Of course, he didn't have the ability because he didn't have the money, but because his status wasn't high enough.

Chen Qingchuan looked at him again. "Then what do you mean by giving me a villa?"

This time cripple Yao answered very quickly, "As you said, if you kill me earlier, you will die sooner. It is also good to return the favor and then kill me again."

Chen Qingchuan smiled. "Do you think it can be done?"

Cripple Yao also smiled and replied, "It can't be done. First seize good Feng Shui in front of the living."

Interesting, this cripple Yao was a bit interesting.

Chen Qingchuan drank half of the tea in the cup and left the other half on the table.

"Don't take advantage of good Feng Shui, it won't be used for a while. Fei Fei will find you a better place in a hundred years."

Chen Qingchuan left his words in the tea room and walked out of the door. He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the parking lot.

Along the way, he met Tang Mengyin. He did not know if it was a coincidence or he had deliberately waited here.

In any case, Chen Qingchuan did not give her a chance to speak. He put his mouth close to her ear and said, "You are sick. Find me as soon as possible."

"You are sick. Your whole family is sick. All eight generations of your ancestors are sick!"

Of course, Tang Mengyin understood what Chen Qingchuan meant. It was most likely that he was deliberately making it up to cause cripple Yao to misunderstand.

However, Chen Qingchuan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. He got into the car and drove away.

Tang Mengyin glared at Audi Q7, who was leaving. She felt that this brand was really annoying. In the past, she did not think that ever since Chen Qingchuan got into this car, she hated it to the core. She swore that she would never buy an Audi car for the rest of her life. She wouldn't even take a seat, definitely not!

This was probably because she hated the house and the crow's nest.

After calming herself down, Tang Mengyin went to the tea room and saw cripple Yao, who was still sitting there.

At this moment, cripple Yao's gaze was still fixed on the tea bowl used by Chen Qingchuan.

Tang Mengyin asked him, "What did you talk about with him tonight?"

Cripple Yao pointed at the tea cup that Chen Qingchuan had used before, "It's all here."

Cripple Yao got up and walked towards the door with the crutch. He kept Tang Mengyin looking at the remaining half cup of tea. What did he mean? She found the tea waiter, but he could not say anything. In the so-called tea language, drinking half a cup and leaving half a cup was too much of an explanation.

Tang Mengyin became more and more astonished. She stared at Chen Qingchuan's half a cup of tea for a long time, but still could not see the result.

Later on, she returned to the bedroom.

There were two beds in the bedroom and the big soft bed was hers. Just by looking at the female style of the blanket, one could tell that the wooden bed belonged to cripple Yao. He was used to sleeping in this kind of stable bed. At this time, cripple Yao was already lying on the bed, but his eyes had not closed yet.

Tang Mengyin went to the changing room to change into pajamas, and then returned to her own bed.

After lying for a while, she turned around to look at cripple Yao, "You don't want to send people to kill him?"

Cripple Yao replied, "I don't want to kill him. He gave up on killing me. Why should I kill him?"

Give up on killing Yao Lao. What kind of joke was that? In the Dongqing, only cripple Yao could kill people. Who could kill cripple Yao?

Tang Mengyin did not understand, but the tea keeper who was cleaning the tea room was even more confused.

"I did not touch this teacup. Why did it suddenly explode?"

She did not understand, Tang Mengyin did not understand, and cripple Yao understood. The crux of the problem was not half a cup of tea.

...

When they returned to the Su family, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Usually at this time, Sun Shufen and Su Ying would have already fallen asleep. But tonight, the lights in the living room were still on, and there was a red Lamborghini at the door of the villa. It was very bright and eye-catching, just like Fong Jun who was being sent out by Sun Shufen with a smile.

"Young Master Feng, don't be angry. Our Ying is stubborn and soft-hearted. Don't take it to heart..."

As Sun Shufen was speaking, a large bouquet of roses was suddenly thrown into the courtyard.

After that, Su Ying's words filled with anger sounded out, "Bring your flowers. Don't bother me in the future!"

She quickly went forward to pick up the roses and Sun Shufen complained to the living room, "Su Ying, how can you say that? Young Master Feng is..."

"Enough!"1

Before Sun Shufen finished speaking, Fong Jun's voice sounded.

In the next moment, he turned around and angrily pointed at the living room and snapped. "Su Ying, don't be so shameless. I am very polite to you. Since you don't know how to appreciate favors, then fine. Then don't blame me for being ruthless. There will be a time when you cry and beg me! "

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