“Yes, that Jiang Qin really means what he says.”
“I heard that Duan Ying’s private money has been burned away…”
“She asked me to raise funds some time ago. Fortunately, I didn’t agree.”
“The group-buying company came out of the bloodbath of more than 5,000 group-buying websites. His nephew is really crazy and dares to fight against that kind of company.”
At Mrs. Liu’s birthday party, several ladies who had played mahjong at Feng Shirong’s villa gathered together and couldn’t help but sigh and whisper at the news they heard.
Duan Ying, on the other hand, was sitting in a corner nearby, her eyes starting to become dazed, and countless images flashed through her mind.
For example, when she left the girl at the playground and went shopping for a day, she saw the little face full of fear when she came back.
For example, when the little girl picked up a dog from outside and sent someone to throw it to death, she pursed her lips and did not dare to speak.
How can it be?
How could it be like this?
Duan Ying’s face was gloomy. She raised her head and saw several ladies around her looking at her and whispering.
At this time, in Shanti Villa, Qin Jingqiu also received news about the meal. After reading it once, she quietly closed the folder in her hand and handed it to Feng Nanshu.
“Jiang Qin won’t let me see the kindergarten registration information.”
“It’s not kindergarten registration information, it’s something else. Take a look.”
Feng Nanshu sat on the bed, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then took it and started to look through it.
It is about the whole process of the meal encountering a money-burning battle, being tortured by hungry people, and then being personally terminated by a group.
Feng Nanshu was a little confused after reading it.
Qin Jingqiu looked at her: “Your stepmother’s nephew made the meal and invested a lot of money in it. Jiang Qin knew that your stepmother was not good to you, so he destroyed the meal. No one will dare to bully you in the future. Damn it, Jiang Qin is a wife slave.”
Feng Nanshu was dumbfounded for a while, then pursed her lips: “Jiang Qin loves me the most…”
“Of course, you are his beautiful wife.”
“Shh, we’re good friends.”
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On the early morning of Sunday, Feng Shirong had just finished working on the Joy City in Kyoto and held two days of meetings with several local cooperative companies and construction units.
Finalizing the design drawings, handling relocation matters, participating in the ribbon-cutting, and the most important preliminary investment promotion.