If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi doesn't have any business acumen, this is simply doing charity.

Lin Xu took a deep breath, "You want to insult me ​​in this way?"

"Using my family's money for charity?"

He smiled slowly, like a devil tempting people to hell, with a bit of bewitchment.

"You underestimate Lin's real estate."

"Even if you open milk tea shops that cost one yuan a cup all over the country, it will only be a drop in the bucket for Lin's Real Estate."

Song Chuyi put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, bent down, and took over his words.

"What about building roads?"

Lin Xu didn't react for a moment, "What?"

"Build roads." Song Chuyi emphasized his tone, "If we build roads all over the country and carry out infrastructure construction for charity, is it still a drop in the bucket for Lin's real estate?"

The smile at the corner of Lin Xu's mouth slowly disappeared.

He looked at Song Chuyi in front of him.

His eyes were clear and serious, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.

Lin Xu had a ridiculous idea in his mind.

On the first day of Song Dynasty, he really wanted to build all the roads in the country.

Not to mention how much it will cost, the amount of work is definitely not something he can handle alone.

"Is it still a drop in the bucket?" Song Chuyi asked.

Lin Xu was silent for two seconds, "Let's cut off the calf."

Song Chuyi was thoughtful. He had indeed underestimated how rich the world's rich people were.

No wonder Lin Xu can force ordinary people to commit suicide by jumping off buildings in the background of the story.

A future without hope is scary.

Song Chuyi let go of his hand and pressed it on Lin Xu's knee.

"Husband, I want to cut off two cow legs, is that okay?"

Lin Xu:......

He suddenly felt a little worried about Lin's Real Estate.

When Song Chuyi chatted with his grandfather last time, he was so familiar that his grandfather might really agree to his ridiculous request.

Lin Xu stretched out his hand and held Song Chuyi's wrist.

"No."

The wrist under the palm was incredibly slender, and the delicate touch came from the palm, giving him the illusion that he could leave a red mark on it with just a little force.

No, maybe it's not an illusion.

Lin Xu lowered his head and rubbed the delicate skin with his thumb.

A light red mark appeared on the place where he had just touched her.

Lin Xu's eyes darkened, and his words of rejection took another turn.

"These things are not urgent."

"Yes." Song Chuyi nodded in agreement, "I'll wait until my milk tea shop opens first."

"Yeah." Lin Xu responded in a low voice.

He wanted to take his hand back, but his palm seemed to be connected to that piece of skin.

Reluctant to leave.

Even, I want to become one with him.

Lin Xu suddenly realized something, loosened his hand and turned his head, not daring to look at Song Chuyi.

Without waiting for Song Chuyi to speak, he directly controlled the wheelchair back to the bedroom.

The bedroom was deserted, and the room without the charcoal fire was assimilated by the temperature of the mountain and became cooler.

Lin Xu leaned on the wheelchair and calmed down for a while.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Mr. Lin's number as if he had made some kind of decision.

After the call was picked up, Lin Xu lowered his voice, but his tone was more serious than ever.

"Grandpa, I want to take over Lin's real estate."

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At eight o'clock in the evening, someone delivered a big box.

The box was moved into Lin Xu's bedroom, and a stove was also moved in with the big box.

As soon as the stove was turned on, the room became much warmer.

The two grown men in black suits also told Lin Xu that someone would come to install the air conditioner tomorrow.

Lin Xu just nodded slightly to show that he understood.

He controlled the wheelchair and came to the big box, and glanced sideways at Song Chuyi.

Then Song Chuyi was invited out of the room by the man in a suit.

Song Chuyi:...

Can he bear this temper?

He immediately rolled up his sleeves and started chatting with the two men in suits.

The two men in suits talked very little, but they couldn't stop Song Chuyi from talking too much.

Moreover, he said "my husband" on the left and "my husband" on the other, which made the man in the suit twitch the corner of his mouth several times.

Since Song Chuyi was so eloquent, the man in the suit still revealed some information to him.

For example, that box contains some documents about Lin's real estate.

And they were sent here by Mr. Lin.

After saying these few things, the men in suits left.

Song Chuyi closed the big iron door with a soft song in his mouth, and set up a fire in the yard in a happy mood.

The crackling sound of burning firewood echoed his humming sound, reaching Lin Xu's ears in the bedroom through the half-open window.

Lin Xu looked through the documents, and his anxious heart calmed down a little bit.

He was not very comfortable handling these documents.

He did not take over Lin's real estate in his previous life until his death, and he was not familiar with Lin's real estate business.

Now that it all had to happen again, he would inevitably be a little anxious.

But reason told him not to rush.

He had to take it step by step so that he could live up to his grandfather's hopes.

Only by taking over Lin's real estate as soon as possible and keeping it in hand can Song Chuyi be prevented from causing chaos.

Although there was another thought in his mind, he suppressed it.

He definitely didn't take the initiative to contact his grandfather and say that he wanted to take over Lin's real estate just to make it easier for Song Chuyi to do whatever he wanted.

Absolutely not!

The light in the bedroom stayed on for half the night, and then turned off at one o'clock in the morning.

In the yard, Song Chu, who had always paid attention to the situation in the bedroom, saw the lights dimmed and waited for a while before entering the room quietly.

The bedroom is not as tidy as before, but a little more messy.

The documents were spread out on the ground, with faint traces of markings on them.

Song Chuyi walked carefully to the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt and pinched Lin Xu's legs.

Lin Xu slept deeply.

His body doesn't allow him to stay up late. He stayed up so late tonight, and now it's probably impossible to wake him up even if someone is playing the suona next to him.

This was also convenient for Song Chuyi.

After pressing Lin Xu's legs, he picked up the documents on the table and looked through them.

Lin's real estate is even more exaggerated than he imagined. It actually occupies 90% of the entire real estate, and it has even reached the point of almost monopoly.

It can be said that 99% of the country's wealth is concentrated in Lin's real estate.

No wonder Lin Xu said that for such a large amount of work, he just cut off one leg of Lin's Real Estate.

He put the documents away, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and got in.

He reached out and poked Lin Xu's face, and whispered: "My husband is so rich, so he should spend some money on Ah Chu, right?"

"If you don't speak, just take it as your acquiescence."

Lin Xu: ZZ~

Song Chuyi chuckled and kissed him on the face.

"I know my husband is the best."

He put his arms around his waist and rubbed his little face against his chest.

"My husband makes money for Ah Chuhua. Yeah, my husband is right in acquiescing."

He looked up at Lin Xu's rose-colored lips.

"My husband is so good, how about rewarding him with a kiss?"