On the bone

The name entered his brain, and Ning Huiran reacted quickly. He knew who "He Wanzhi" was, even though he had only heard it from Mu Mingyi once.

I can't tell if it was affected by this WeChat, Ning Huiran always felt that something was wrong, all the way back to Zhongyin, Mu Mingyi made several phone calls, and would wear earphones for a long time, that is, put his ears up high, mobilize With all the auditory nerves, Ning Huiran didn't recognize the ugly Yinmao, he understood that Mu Mingyi deliberately and skillfully avoided him.

Back in Zhongyin, he dragged his luggage into the door, and in Ning Huiran's eyes, settled him perfunctorily. Mu Mingyi took the car keys and opened the door to leave.

Watching the Cayenne drive out of the garage through the window and disappearing outside the gate, Ning Huiran pouted.

When Jiang Yuhan called, the car was already on the high speed, and when he put on his earphones, the sound suddenly came out, and Mu Mingyi quickly turned down the volume of the phone.

Mu Mingyi had no choice but to adjust down the series of indiscretions over there. Jiang Yuhan on the other end of the phone seemed very excited, saying that Wu Jianzhong and Shen Minghao really played with themselves this time, not to mention digging out some serious information, but just passed the words On the other side, He Wanzhi followed her on the phone.

The tone was bluffing, and there was a kind of ridicule that didn't take the matter too seriously. It was hard to figure out whether Ling Kun was his boss or his opponent.

"How old are you?" Mu Mingyi frowned: "What good does Lingkun's accident do for you?"

Jiang Yuhan coughed twice, restrained himself a little.

"It's not good, but it's not bad at all," said lightly, and suddenly the tone changed and became deep: "Actually, if Wu Jianzhong doesn't recruit you, I don't have to sell him, but let me be in Wu Jianzhong and Choose one among the brothers, I will definitely choose the brother, I can't personally destroy the friendship with the brother for more than ten years."

"No, you have your own position, and if you don't help me, I won't..."

"That can't be done," Jiang Yuhan interrupted him, and laughter came from the receiver: "Brother must not be happy, but also have to eat. You have to satisfy my dog-licking heart."

"Get lost." Mu Mingyi scolded with a smile.

"Honestly, are you going back on your word and not voting for Su Lulu's book, and playing shameless in front of Wu Jianzhong, are you trying to provoke him?" Hearing nothing from his brother, Jiang Yuhan was even more convinced: "...No, you're just that confident Can it withstand the temptation over there? Won't it reveal about A'ai?"

"Well," Mu Mingyi said, "It doesn't matter if there is an accident, He Wanzhi won't be such a waste."

Before Jiang Yuhan could say anything more, Mu Mingyi blocked his mouth: "Calm down a bit, not only will nothing happen to Lingkun this time, but it is very likely that he will be deeply bound to Jiuyao because of this, whether it is capital or business, we will cooperate in the future Opportunities abound.”

"Why...why?" Jiang Yuhan was speechless.

"Tearing up with Lingkun and worshiping completely means losing control of Wu Jianzhong and Shen Minghao. He Wanzhi will do whatever it takes to touch Ah Ai. Only by holding Lingkun in his hands can those two people know how to be afraid, and He Wanzhi will feel at ease .”

With his mouth open and his jaw dropped, Jiang Yuhan couldn't say a word.

When she saw He Wanzhi, she was sinking her shoulders slightly, holding on to a large wolf hair brush, and writing freely on the rice paper. Since she was brought in, Mu Mingyi hadn't made a sound.

With a sinking of the wrist, He Wanzhi put down the pen after closing a jump point, and a kind-hearted old lady next to her picked up the rice paper and blew it carefully like a baby. He Wanzhi said to her kindly: "Li Fang, this Zhang didn’t finish writing it, so throw it away, and when you come, you’ll be busy by my side, and I’ll let Lao Zhang drive you back later.”

Chen Lifang smiled lightly, and said obediently, then she left.

When the people left, the door was closed silently. Mu Mingyi moved his eyes to the person who sat at the top of the tea sea, and he also sat down when he walked over. Seeing that He Wanzhi wanted to make tea, he stretched out his hand and said, "I'll come Bar."

Glancing at him, He Wanzhi leaned back with a peaceful expression.

The high-quality Pu'er is brewed with water, and the tea fragrance instantly infiltrates the air. You don't need to inhale too deeply, the nose is filled with a strong taste, just take a sip, it's authentic and pure.

After tasting the tea made by Mu Mingyi for the first time, He Wanzhi was very satisfied.

"Your skills are good. If you practice more, you will surely achieve great success in the future."

"Where?" Mu Mingyi smiled slightly.

He Wanzhi has always been very talkative, she speaks a few words outside, and her personality is extremely cold. When she came to her house this time, she felt a lot warmer. It seems that the environment is very important to a person. Mu Mingyi said with a smile: "Just left Is it Aunt Chen who went out?"

"Yes, don't worry," He Wanzhi knew the intention of Mu Mingyi's question, and reassured him: "There will be no problem with her."

"Naturally." After finishing speaking, Mu Mingyi asked why Wanzhi filled a cup of tea.

The tea is drunk slowly, and the study room is saturated with aroma, mixed with the unique smell of ink, which always gives people a feeling of tranquility and far-reaching, and the heart gradually calms down.

This time the tempo was controlled by substitutions.

This was Mu Mingyi's thought when he heard He Wanzhi's sudden straightforward question, "Have you thought about it?" He frowned, and then relaxed.

"I didn't think about it." Mu Mingyi said the truth, very simply.

He Wanzhi was taken aback, and looked at the other party: "You don't want to rely on it, do you? We have a gentleman's agreement. I will solve Lingkun's troubles for you. You give me your studio, and I will buy it with all the money. Now I don't recognize it. gone?"

"You worry too much about Mr. He," Mu Mingyi read every word clearly, without hurrying or rushing: "It's just the literal meaning—I didn't think about it."

"What didn't you think about?" Consciously talking too much, He Wanzhi picked up a cup of tea and blew on it.

"The original intention of Mr. He to take over my studio," Mu Mingyi put on a humble figure. He can't be arrogant if it's not his home court, not to mention that He Wanzhi has a deeper relationship with him: "I'll take a bold guess. Listen to me." , the studio has just started, it has not yet been operated, and there is no commercial value at all, for you, the only thing that is interesting is that it may be useful when keeping someone in check."

After drinking tea for a while, she quickly calmed down, and He Wanzhi put down the teacup.

After capturing the other party's reaction, Mu Mingyi sighed, he knew he had guessed right: "What conditions did you offer A'ai?"

"I don't understand," He Wanzhi was stubborn, "what does taking your studio have to do with him?"

At this moment, Mu Mingyi didn't want to hold it, so he spread it out and said, "I found you the night I had an accident with Ling Kun, and you helped me without saying a word. A'ai must have worked hard behind the scenes. Let him ask you for my favor again, he will definitely not listen, you also took advantage of him and let him know that you want to accept my studio, in order to make some exchange with him, what is the exchange?"

The tone of the last half sentence was a bit harsh, He Wanzhi smiled: "Can I still harm him?"

Mu Mingyi sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. He."

Just as He Wanzhi was about to pour tea, Mu Mingyi took the lead.

"I asked him to go back to school, and I will see his grades at the end of this semester."

"..."

It was a good trick to invite you into the urn, and classmate A Ai was played quietly like this.

Mu Mingyi suppressed a smile: "Then my studio..."

"What do you need it for?" He Wanzhi's expression was a little loosened by Mu Mingyi's mobilization: "He has already gone back to school."

Coming out of He Wanzhi's house, Mu Mingyi went to call A'ai, but couldn't get through. After leaving a message on WeChat, he drove back to Zhongyin.

Driving to a crossroads away, a WeChat message from Ah Ai came in.

—I don’t intend to give you a chance to say soft words for peace. I just got off the plane when I went back to Germany.

Mu Mingyi parked the car on the side of the road and replied: so fast?

—I don’t know how to read?Don't tell me I won't give you a chance? !Grandma just left a message, and I let you know that I have silently sacrificed so much for you behind my back, which makes you feel guilty and can't sleep well every night.

After deliberately sinking for a while, Mu Mingyi sent out:

— Isn’t it good to go back to school?

- lean on!you live you! !

This is the last sentence, and then the pictures and emojis come rolling in like they are going to explode the phone.

The mobile phone was in Mu Mingyi's hand, buzzing and buzzing. The man lay on the steering wheel and laughed so that his shoulders shook.

The author says:

The finale of the next chapter, wait for me.