Gifts…
The yard was originally in a mess, with all kinds of accusations, but as someone glanced at the back, they began to pull one by one, gradually stopping their actions and quarrels.
Whispers followed, and countless rich wives put away their originally ferocious faces, and their expressions became a little complicated.
They knew Qin Jingqiu.
The most glorious period of Feng Group was when she was in office.
And when she left Feng, Qin Real Estate and Wanzhong Group under her name supported each other and developed rapidly. At present, they are already among the top real estate companies in China.
As for Feng Nanshu, they know her even better.
Her husband is the president of Pintuan, who has just overturned the entire Internet industry. Even Alibaba did not take advantage of it. The milk tea brand in the hands of Mrs. Jiang is currently valued far more than the current Feng Group.
When facing the two of them, especially the latter, these rich wives don’t even dare to think how rich they are.
The people in the yard didn’t know why they suddenly came. For a moment, they were like a tide flowing back, quietly dispersing from the middle to both sides, looking at them nervously.
They had also heard Jiang Qin’s words “I won’t forgive anyone” at the door of Feng Group.
Some people are notorious for being fierce, which can create such an aura that strangers are not allowed to approach.
At this time, the autumn sun flashed from behind the floating clouds, and the sunlight became a little stronger, but cleaner than summer and gentler than winter.
There was a maple tree with red leaves outside the yard. When the autumn wind blew, the whole tree rustled.
Feng Nanshu raised her little face and looked at the house in front of her, which was unfamiliar but a little familiar, and pursed her lips gently.
She lived in this place for a while, but it was not a good memory.
After “arbitrarily deciding” that 502, Unit 1, Building 7, Hongrong Home, Jinshan Street, Jezhou City was her home, she never thought of returning here again.
Because every time she came back, she would feel scared.
But when she came back at this moment, she found that she was not so scared.
She was no longer the little girl who was unwanted before. She was now Jiang Qin’s wife.
So she found that this place that looked like a demon castle in her memory was actually so small and a little old when she looked closely, and the courtyard wall was not as high as she remembered, which made people breathless.
Feng Nanshu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at Duan Ying who was standing in front of the villa.
The accusations just now suddenly subsided, and Duan Ying still felt strange. As the crowd dispersed, she saw Feng Nanshu walking up to her, but his eyes were not on him.
“What are you doing here? Come to see me laugh?!”