Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering! - Chapter 542

At eight thirty-four, the old lady went.

Ms. Tan lay down on the hospital bed crying in tears, and her voice could be heard from the third floor to the second floor.

Chen Debao yelled for a few words with grandma, and couldn’t cry anymore, and pulled Ms. Tan aside, who was crying deeply, “Mom, doesn’t grandma have a passbook? Did she say where to put it?”

These words happened to be heard by Chen Hongshan, who had just entered the door, and he was suddenly furious: “Chen Debao!” He pointed at Chen Debao and cursed, “At this time, you are still thinking about your grandma’s money. How did your dad teach this? Asshole!”

Chen Qingshan went through the formalities and was not in the ward.

Ms. Tan said in tears and accepts it: “His second uncle, what you said, Debao just asked, and did not say that he would swallow the money in the passbook, and the old lady has been living with me. It is natural for us to ask. .”

Chen Hongshan has a quick temper: “You are ashamed to say, if it weren’t for your husband and wife who wanted to put the incense platform–“

Tong pulled him from behind.

Chen Hongshan looked at Chen Xiangtai and then accepted the conversation.

“Xiangtai.”

Ms. Tan called Chen Xiangtai out and gave her the key: “You go home, go to your grandma’s house, and bring the shroud from the cabinet.”

The people in the hospital said that there are still procedures to be done before cremation. The corpse should be temporarily parked in the hospital’s temporary funeral home. The shroud is best replaced before the body becomes stiff.

Chen Xiangtai took the key and went home crying.

When she left, Ms. Tan went out and made a call: “Little Hu,” she lowered her voice, but couldn’t suppress the eager excitement in her eyes, “My Xiangtai has gone home.”

The Chen family’s house is located in Jinfeng Garden. It is in a very good location. Nine years ago, Jinfeng Garden was the most expensive housing estate in Hongcheng District.

Chen Xiangtai got home and called Lu Xinglan.

“Mr. Lu Xinglan.”

“Ok.”

She did not speak, but was crying quietly.

Like a poor little beast, sobbing.

Needless to say, Lu Xinglan also guessed the situation on her side. Hearing her cry like this, he felt distressed and wanted to hug her: “Are you still in the hospital?”

She replied with a cry of tears: “No, I’m back to Chen’s house. I want to help my grandma get the shroud.”

“Are you alone?”

“Ok.”

On the contrary, he felt more relieved by himself: “Send me the address and I will pick you up.”

She whispered and said, “Okay.”

I didn’t want her to cry anymore, it almost killed him.

Lu Xinglan’s heart was sour and swelling, as if he was strangled by something, his breathing was a little bit painful. He hung up the phone and eased for a while: “Jinfeng Garden.” After reporting the address, he urged Lao Tan, “Go faster.”

Lao Tan stepped on the accelerator and accelerated.

Ten minutes later, someone rang the doorbell.

Chen Xiangtai ran out of the room and did not open the door immediately. She stood on tiptoe and looked in the cat’s eyes, but saw nothing: “Mr. Lu Xinglan.” She suspiciously, “Is that you?”

No one answered her, she looked at the door.

“Lu Xinglan.” She called him.

Why doesn’t he speak? Why can’t you see people?

But the doorbell is still ringing.

“jingle.”

“jingle”

“jingle.”

The doorbell keeps ringing.

Chen Xiangtai leaned on the door again and moved his eyes to the position of the cat’s eye. At first there was no figure. Suddenly, she saw a hand, a very strong hand…

Not Lu Xinglan!

She immediately went to lock the lock, but it was too late, and the door opened with a click. Before she could react, she was pushed out by the brute force behind the door.

She staggered backwards.

“Remember me?” Liang Liang’s black men’s leather shoes stepped on the doormat, and the man walked in, “Miss Chen Xiangtai.”

Hu Dingkun.

Chen Xiangtai met him twice, once during the Spring Festival last year. She set off firecrackers and accidentally threw them at his feet. He looked at her for a long time, and her aggressive eyes made her very uncomfortable.

After the Spring Festival, she returned to the Imperial Capital to go to work. I heard from Ms. Tan that Mr. Hu Dingkun had visited her.

Only then did she know that the man named Hu Dingkun was a real estate developer who developed the Jinfeng Garden complex and was one of the richest people in Hongcheng.

Ms. Tan also said that although Mr. Hu had been married three times, he had no children. Although he is a little older, he treats others with a polite gentleman. Although his feet are a bit lame, he is rich and generous, and there are many girls who want to marry him.

Chen Xiangtai understood it at the time. Ms. Tan wanted to promise her to Mr. Hu, who was over 40, had three wives who died, and had a little lame feet.

After that, how Ms. Tan called, she didn’t go back. But six months ago, the old lady fell and was ill in bed, so she returned to Hongcheng.

At that time, she saw Hu Dingkun again at home. During a meal, Hu Dingkun saw her more than a dozen times. She couldn’t eat it, so she went back to the room.

Later, when she returned to the imperial capital, she often heard Ms. Tan say how Mr. Hu was doing. But she didn’t have a good impression of this Mr. Hu, only remembered his viper-like eyes.

“Why do you have the key to my house?”

He walked a bit lame. He was wearing a high-profile suit and leather shoes. He was not tall and of medium build. He closed the door with his backhand: “I bought it for two million.”

Chen Xiangtai was shocked.

Hu Dingkun smiled, his eyes were more aggressive than half a year ago, a tone that is bound to win: “It seems you don’t know yet, your family sold you to me for two million.”

Click.

He locked the door and stared at Chen Xiangtai, his eyes getting hotter and hotter: “If you succeed, you will pay.”

Chen Xiangtai picked up the umbrella on the entrance cabinet and pointed at him: “Don’t come here!” Her voice was shaking, “My boyfriend will be here soon, if you dare to mess around, he–“

Hu Dingkun grabbed her umbrella and glanced at her: “I haven’t seen you in half a year, you are getting more and more beautiful.”

Chen Xiangtai dropped the umbrella and turned around to run into the room, but was dragged by her coat and hat from behind, and she yelled, “Help—”

Before the call for help was finished, she covered her mouth and nose with gauze. She only took two breaths, and her body became soft, and her sight seemed to collapse and the sky was spinning.

Hu Dingkun hugged her by his waist, entered the room, threw her on the bed, and pressed the shroud. He leaned over and put his hand on her waist.

“Really fine,” his fat hand moved up, “has anyone touched it?”

She wanted to yell, but she only made a faint voice. She stretched out her hand to push the person on her body desperately: “Mr. Lu Xinglan,” she closed her mouth together and shouted weakly, “Lu Xinglan…”