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Kuang Zheng didn't talk to Bao Chan on the elevator, but just looked at him, like watching a female classmate he had a crush on from a distance in middle school, enjoying the momentary heartbeat.

Bao Chan also looked at him, with a pair of eyes painted with light makeup. It was only two or three days since he hadn't seen him, but he missed him very much, thinking of staring at the folds of his shirt collar and his chin with light stubble.

Kuangzheng looked at his attached look, raised the corners of his mouth, didn't make a sound, just mouthed: "Bao'er."

His random little move frightened Xiao Huang. He didn't know that it was "Bao'er", and thought that Kuang just slapped Baochan with "Bo'er", which made all the hairs on his body stand up.

When the elevator reached the first floor, he blocked Kuangzheng with his fat body, pushed Baozhang out, and Kuangzheng followed with his hands in his pockets, keeping a distance of five or six meters, walking at the same pace.

Baochan couldn't help but look back, "Don't look back!" Xiao Huang immediately pulled him back, "Can't you see that's a hooligan?"

"Huh?" Baozhang was confused.

"It's not right to look at your eyes," Xiao Huang clasped his fingers to draw his own eyes, "It's like a weasel staring at a chick, the eyeballs are about to fall out of their sockets!"

Bao Chan was embarrassed and didn't say anything.

Kuang Zheng followed them out of the East Building of Wanrong, and watched them walk towards a parking space surrounded by isolation railings. There were more than a dozen uniform black SUVs, very formal, and a cloud-like figure passed through the middle. A car opened the door with a swish, and a bottle of mineral water was handed out from inside.

Kuang Zheng frowned. It was a young man's hand with well-defined bones and a silver tail ring on his little finger. Bao Chan smiled at him, facing the sunlight at the end of March, dazzlingly brilliant.

Kuangzheng walked up, saw Baozhan take the water and said something briskly, when Xiao Huang turned his head and saw him, his face turned green at that moment, and urged Baozhan to leave quickly.

Baochan looked up and saw Kuangzheng, subconsciously called out: "Brother..."

elder brother?The eyes are not serious like that... is it brother?Xiao Huang opened his mouth wide, realizing that things were not simple.

Kuang Zheng smiled but didn't smile, turned his head to look into the SUV, he saw a lawless handsome face, he actually knew it was Wen Jiuye, the "scumbag" who had been rubbed by Wanrong Zhenhui once.

Wen Jiu also recognized him, Kuangzheng attended that art salon, although he only took a look from afar, the jerk of this private bank president was deeply imprinted in his mind.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a moment, and Baochan hurriedly introduced to them: "Brother, this is Teacher Wen."

Bao Chan calls Wen Jiu Ye "Teacher", making him uncomfortable.

Bao Chan called Kuang Zheng "Brother", and Wen Jiu was even more uncomfortable, he always guessed that he brought money into the group, but he didn't expect that he brought the money of the president of Wanrong Zhenhui.

Kuangzheng didn't speak for a long time, Baochan said again: "Teacher Wen is a senior, he takes good care of me."

Kuang Zheng remained silent, if he knew that Bao Zhan would one day be with Wen Jiu Ye and be "taken care of" by him, he would never make trouble with him just because of a pink chicken.

Wen Jiu also stared at Kuangzheng, his eyes were full of enemies, but no matter how angry he was, no matter how grievous he was, he didn't dare to blatantly confront the capital. He has been an artist for ten years, and he knows where the boundaries of an artist are.

He just looked back coldly and slammed the car door shut.

Baochan was startled, looked at Kuangzheng, Kuangzheng held his back, and walked forward with him, Xiaohuang stared at their arms which were touching together, one black and one white, unable to tell which professional neurosis, busy Raise your arms, pretending to move your muscles and bones, and block the sight from behind for them.

"What's your car number?" Kuang Zheng noticed that every SUV had a number on it.

"Number 7," Baochan replied, and then said, "Brother, don't worry about me."

Kuang stopped.

Baochan didn't know what kind of trouble he had with Wen Jiu, so he didn't ask too much, but said: "I record my program, so I don't need others to take care of it, and I'm not afraid of others finding fault."

Kuangzheng looked at him, so beautiful, but not delicate, full of vigor, like a sunny flower, "It's useless for him to hate me." He bent down and leaned into Baochan's ear.

The two were so close that Baochan could smell the faint scent of cologne on his body.

Kuangzheng's hot breath came over: "He is not convinced, so he can only hold back."

Baochan felt itchy and hid for a while.

"So," Kuang Zheng's fingers brushed against the slippery fabric on his shoulders, "No one dares to do anything to you."

Baochan's face was hot and flushed uncontrollably. He pursed his lips and pointed to the nanny car outside the isolation fence: "Will you sit in my car?"

There was no camera in that car, and the privacy was good. After speaking, he even burned the tips of his ears.

Of course Kuang Zheng wanted to go, but now is not the time: "I have to go back to the hospital."

Hospital?Bao Chan raised his eyes abruptly.

"Xiao Nong's father," Kuang Zheng said solemnly, "the situation is not very good."

"Then..." Baochan worried, "How is Xiao Nong?"

"He's hanging on the wire rope," Kuangzheng was talking about the actual situation. In that home, Ying Xiaonong had no mother, no friends, only intricate family struggles, and a bunch of uncles with ulterior motives. "I can't leave for too long." .???

Ying Xiaonong has something to do, Baochan didn't say anything, just asked: "That night..."

Kuang Zheng winked at him: "Wait for me at night."

Baochan blushed and said stiffly, "I'm asking you what's for dinner."

Kuang Zheng lowered his voice, a little provocatively: "What do you think?"

Baochan couldn't tell, so she hurriedly turned her head away: "Little Fatty, let's go."

Xiao Huang brushed past Kuang Zheng and followed him, and said aggrievedly, "Brother Bao, my name is Xiao Huang..."

Kuang Zheng watched them get on the No. 7 car, and then turned back to the underground garage of the East Building, from Financial Street to Jinjiaofeng, a long white corridor, and it happened that Duan Youxi's old housekeeper came out of the ward, and he went up to make a call. Greeting, somewhat abruptly: "Excuse me... Duan Lao really didn't make a will?"

For such a sensitive question, the old butler simply said, "No."

Kuang Zheng thought for a while: "Who is the person in charge of the family office? I want to talk to him."

A family office is a standard configuration for the super-rich. It is similar to a high-net-worth family???s own private bank. It employs well-known financial, legal, and financial consultants in the industry. It is only responsible for the family???s balance sheet. Safety, education and training of future generations, distribution of estates and philanthropy, etc.

"The Duan family doesn't have a family office." The old butler replied.

Kuang Zheng was stunned: "For such a large industry, apart from the daily operations of the group, who is doing tax planning, wealth management, and cross-border capital allocation?"

"Maybe it's the group," said the old butler, "I only care about the garden in Xishan, I don't know about the others."

Kuang Zheng couldn't believe it. The Duan family's situation was worse than he expected. This family not only lacked basic blood ties, but also didn't even have a decent family management structure. Once a crisis broke out, it was likely to collapse from within quickly.

He walked into the ward worriedly. In the living room, Ying Xiaonong sat alone on the sofa under the window. He changed his attire. It was no longer a dazzling heavy-duty jacket and hakama short boots, but a simple white shirt and black trousers. Obviously, in front of his seriously ill father, he put aside his stubbornness temporarily.

Kuang Zheng took two bottles of water from the small refrigerator and handed him one: "How is the old man?"

"Wake up," Ying Xiaonong rubbed his face, "the third one is with you."

Kuang Zheng sat down beside him, and got very close to him: "Did those directors tell you anything in the morning?"

Ying Xiaonong was very sensitive and raised his eyebrows.

"The mountain and the rain are about to come and the wind is all over the building," Kuang Zheng lowered his voice when it was clear that there were only the two of them in the living room, "Besides me, don't believe anyone else."

"I didn't say anything," Ying Xiaonong whispered, "Uncle Zou and the others watched me grow up."

"It's useless," Kuangzheng shook his head, "At this time, besides knives, you are surrounded by knives."

Just as they were talking, there was a quarrel in the lounge across the wall. It was a woman's shrill voice: "...Although we are not your own mother, we are also elders. What kind of attitude do you have!"

Listen to the voice, it's the fourth room.

"That's right, let's see what you've become." This is Sanfang. "The girl from someone else's family is as old as you, and the child can be called mother. How about you, have you ever talked to a boyfriend?"

They were targeting Duan Ruting, beating snakes seven inches, and pinching her sore spots, but Duan Ruting is not a single-celled rich wife like them. Can't hear her voice.

"...It's reasonable for you to be neither male nor female!" Sifang raised his tone again, "I'm telling you, quickly find someone to marry, and don't embarrass our Duan family!"

Sanfang's temper is not bad, I don't know why Duan Ruting provoked her, and now she also yelled: "You don't need to worry about the group's affairs! The Duan family has a son, and it's not your business to mess around with the water that is poured out! "

They wanted to force her to get married and give up the management rights of the group. This kind of thinking is understandable, but it is really clumsy to scold without restraint. He walked over and knocked on the door.

The lounge was silent, and after a few seconds, the third and fourth rooms came out with dark faces, saw Kuang Zheng, gave him a bright look, and walked out of the suite one after another.

Inside the open door was Duan Ruting, wearing a suit and vest, with his legs raised horizontally, without any girlish appearance, he walked in and closed the door behind him.

Duan Ruting stared at him, glanced over from under the brow bone, Kuangzheng went up to meet him, dragged a chair across to him and sat down: "President Duan."

Duan Ruting only gave him one word: "Get lost."

Of course Kuangzheng couldn't get out, on the contrary, he smiled: "Mr. Duan's emotional management is not in place."

"What did you say to my dad?" Her voice was not loud, but full of oppression, "to make him suffer from such a serious illness."

This is the issue she is most concerned about at this moment. It has nothing to do with property or power. It is only about her father's body. Kuangzheng realized that no matter how strong and cold she pretended to be, she still had the softness of a woman in her heart and the love for her father. Ai: "I told Mr. Duan that I hope he can consider letting you take over."

Hearing this, Duan Ruting's face flashed with astonishment for a moment.

"This is also Mr. Duan Duo's opinion,"

Kuang Zheng took the lead in throwing out an olive branch, "There is only one purpose, to prevent the Duan family from being in chaos, to prevent the Aiyin Group from being in chaos, and to achieve a smooth transition in the shortest possible time."

Duan Ruting was not so naive: "Boss really thinks so?"

Kuang Zheng nodded.

Duan Ruting sneered: "He pities me?"

Kuang Zheng asked, "Do you think he will pity you?"

No, Duan Ruting calmed down, thinking about Kuangzheng's words, and suddenly laughed: "What do you think, boss, it's not shit, does the old man agree? Do those old guys who are staring at you agree? I can also be such a bad person," she asserted, "Boss and I are destined to be enemies, it has nothing to do with what he thinks."

She saw clearly, and Kuangzheng leaned forward: "As long as the four heirs of the Duan family unite as one, the opinion of Elder Duan, the opinions of the elders, and all unfavorable situations can be reversed."

I have to admit that Duan Ruting was shaken for a moment. "Unity", a possibility she had never thought about, was like a faint light on a crossroad in the dark night, which was turned on for a while, but quickly went out, "Knowing that you and the three It???s a good relationship.??? She slyly avoided the subject and asked, ???Did I take you down and take them all down????

Kuang Zheng admired her quick thinking, chuckled lightly: "You can't take me down."

Duan Ruting narrowed his eyes: "There is no man who can't get money, power and beauty."

"Coincidentally," Kuang Zheng shrugged, "I am."

Duan Ruting frowned. At this time, the door of the ward opened behind him, and Duan Zhao walked out quickly: "Boss," he showed the phone to Kuang Zheng. On it was a photo of two people. On the left was Little W wearing diamond-shaped sunglasses, and on the right was Baochan in a white gown, the background is the parking lot in front of Wanrong East Building, and a black SUV numbered 7.

Kuang Zheng looked terrified, and stood up from the chair.

"Xiao W just posted Weibo," Duan Zhao said in a low voice, "She and Brother Bao are in the same program group."