I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"What? You've come to Huicheng?"

Azure skies and clouds.

6-6.

Shocked, Pei Linhan practically jumped off the sofa, causing his textile work to fall to the ground. The movement was so sudden that even his reading glasses slipped to one side.

"It's okay, it's okay. Send me your exact location and I'll have Duoduo come pick you up."

Pei Linhan smiled, not bothering to straighten his glasses. His tone and expression were completely different. Even after the call ended, his old but handsome face showed no less astonishment.

Pei Linhan took off his reading glasses, which he rarely used, with one hand. His eyes flickered, and he stood there lost in thought for a moment before quickly dialing his daughter's number.

"Where are you."

"On the way back."

The voice was very clear, so the person must have taken off the mask.

"Don't come back yet."

With a thousand and one things on his mind, but no time to ask questions, Pei Linhan grabbed his phone and said, "I'll give you an address, go pick someone up."

There was silence on the other end, presumably because they had a bad feeling.

"Don't go."

Why wouldn't someone go without even asking?

Pei Linhan put on a stern face and adopted a fatherly demeanor, "You're not going, are you? If you're not going, I'll go!"

Pei Yunxi was not Lan Peizhi after all, and seeing her father's firm stance, she had no choice but to give in.

"Who to pick up?"

They're still clinging to wishful thinking.

"Just say that to your boss, and I'll send you the location."

The hanging heart was completely dead.

Running back and forth, doesn't it use up any fuel?
"What's all the fuss about?"

Just as Pei Linhan was unnecessarily forwarding his location to his daughter, Li Wanrong, who had just finished showering, came downstairs in her pajamas. The flannel was still elegant and stylish.

Pei Linhan tossed his reading glasses onto the coffee table, knowing he wouldn't need them for a while, and turned to say, "Hurry up and tidy up, we have guests."

"guest?"

Li Wanrong was bored, but it was already past ten o'clock.

"Who?"

Pei Linhan did not answer, but picked up the unfinished woolen hat that had fallen to the ground.

"say something."

Our daughter has never dated and has remained single, which has been quite a torment for her parents, especially her father. He inexplicably developed a passion for knitting and couldn't stay in his room. When she scolded him, he would always go downstairs to stay, and he started going to bed later and later. The once perfectly normal man began to act suspiciously and strangely.

"Dignified guest."

Pei Linhan summed it up in one sentence and began to pack up the house, though actually there didn't seem to be much to pack.

"Go get some fruit."

"No."

Pei Linhan glared at him, "Hurry up."

"Don't you know what time it is? It's the middle of the night. What kind of person with any sense of manners would come to someone's house?"

Li Wanrong sat down on the sofa with her arms crossed, completely unconcerned.

What she said actually makes a lot of sense.

What respectable person would come to your door late at night?
"You must not regret this."

Pei Linhan pointed at his wife.

"Hey, Pei Linhan, you've got guts! I married you just so you could point fingers at me, didn't you?"

Women are completely different.

That's why Boss Jiang was so moved when he saw Lan's mother.

Of course.

It's absolutely not to say that having your own personality is bad.
"Unreasonable."

Pei Linhan stopped using others and went into the restaurant by himself to prepare the food for the guests. He washed and chopped the fruit, and after a long time, the fruit he brought out looked very appealing, as if it had been prepared by a professional chef.

This is a skill that can only be acquired through practice.

Family status can be clearly seen through some small details.

Seeing his serious demeanor and composed expression, Li Wanrong frowned and couldn't help but become suspicious.

Could someone really be coming to my house this late?
Could it be a relative?

"Who?"

She asked again.

"Go to sleep." Pei Linhan ignored her.

"despair!"

Enraged, Li Wanrong kicked her husband's thigh.

"Don't make trouble."

Pei Linhan even carefully examined and adjusted the placement of each fruit platter, demonstrating his meticulousness.

Weird.

Li Wanrong's doubts grew stronger. If they were relatives, there would be no need for such formalities. After all, to be honest, between the two families, her family had the best environment and was far ahead because of their daughter.

They certainly wouldn't look down on anyone.

Even among relatives, different ecological niches are automatically assigned based on differences in status and wealth; this is human nature and cannot be changed by will.

and so.

They definitely aren't relatives anymore.

"Where's Duoduo? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Suspicion began to turn into curiosity, and Li Wanrong asked, "What exactly are you two up to?"

After fussing for a while, Pei Linhan was finally satisfied. He rubbed his hands together, straightened up, looked at his wife on the sofa, and before he could say anything, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Isn't it creepy?

Li Wanrong looked surprised and suspicious, her eyes wary. "What are you doing?"

If Pei Linhan makes any rash moves, he'll probably get kicked again. Pei Yunxi has undoubtedly inherited her parents' excellent genes, and Li Wanrong's legs are quite well-proportioned.

Pei Linhan managed his facial expressions, suppressing his smile.

"When I came back from the East China Sea last time, didn't I tell you that I ran into someone?"

"Who?"

Suddenly, Li Wanrong couldn't remember anything.

"Do you remember your daughter's boss?"

Li Wanrong recalled and nodded, "Oh, didn't you say she was very young, even younger than my daughter..."

"Yes. Not only is he young, but he also has no airs at all. He's extremely polite to me."

Pei Linhan didn't mention the minor incident of being hit by a car; it was insignificant.

With so many people on the street, why did he have to bump into him, neither a moment earlier nor a moment later?

Isn't that also a kind of fate?
"You suddenly brought it up..."

Suddenly, Li Wanrong realized what was happening, and a clear look of surprise appeared on her face, which was etched with the marks of time, just like the expression on Pei Linhan's face when he received the phone call not long ago.

"Is it him?"

Pei Linhan nodded, "Mm—"

Li Wanrong was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at her husband. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't.

After a brief silence, she got up.

"I'm going to change clothes."

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It's still that desolate platform.

The Bentley Continental, a symbol of status and prestige, has made a comeback.

Mr. Jiang remained on the platform, hands in his pockets, sitting on a bench, leisurely and content, even looking up at the moon.

"laugh--"

The Bentley Continental came to a stop.

But for some reason, there was no movement for a long time; the car just stayed there, and no one got off.

"Life is a journey of no return; the good and the bad are all part of the scenery..."

Listen carefully.

Someone who had been abandoned on the roadside sat on a cold bench and was even humming a song.

Sensing Bentley's return, he stamped his foot, exhaled a breath of hot air, slowly stood up, withdrew his gaze from the night sky, pulled a hand from his pocket, and waved to Bentley with a friendly smile.

at last.

The car window is down.

Under the cool moonlight, the woman driving the car had no pretense on her face; even just her profile was captivating.

He must have been in a good mood when he was flooring the gas field not long ago.

just now.

It seems the laughter has stopped. (End of Chapter)