Under the clouds

Chapter 37

"You don't seem surprised that Zang Lanbai will make such a choice in the end." Qi Zhen walked to the coffee table in the top office of Shenglin Group and picked up a glass of freshly poured water.

The water temperature was unusually hot, and he was scalded, and he couldn't help but let out a "tsk".

Lu Jining closed the computer in his hand, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, staring at the screen for a long time made his eyes a little sore.

He slowly leaned back on the large leather chair, and said, "Is this surprising to you? People's hearts are fickle. At first, Zang Lanbai might just want to live a life of two people with Fang Mu. They didn't mean to provoke Xu Duming, but Xu Duming didn't let them go, he gave them a slap, Xu Duming pushed back, back and forth, hatred superimposed, one day it will be like this." Lu Jining After a pause, I disagree with the comment: "Zang Lanbai is still too young. For a person like Xu Duming, he should have made up his mind from the very beginning. He didn't react until today. I already feel that Slow enough."

Qi Zhen's tongue was so hot that it hurt. Hearing this, his first reaction was: "People's hearts are fickle, is this how they are used?"

Lu Jining glanced over, a little displeased.

Qi Zhen quickly fell silent, picked up the uncooled tea, blew on it with his mouth, and continued drinking.

"Zang Lanbai obviously has no ambition or desire for things like collectors. In fact, if he doesn't go back, he may not really be able to get rid of Xu Duming. No matter how bad he is, he can hide with Fang Mu abroad."

After drinking a glass of water to the bottom, Qi Zhen finally put down the water glass in his hand.

"He has revenge on Xu Duming. He has feelings for Mu. Sooner or later, this day will come. He can indeed be alone, but it is far from enough to ask Xu Duming to pay the price."

"The collector's situation is so complicated now, and you can guarantee that he will succeed when he goes back?" Qi Zhen showed an intriguing smile on his face: "Why do you think you are picky, but you actually admire this junior very much."

He got up from the reception coffee table and walked to Lu Yuning's side.

"Zang Lanbai is young and playful, but fortunately he is still smart, and he is very..."

"What?" Qi Zhen asked.

"He has no sense of morality, and he is completely capable of doing whatever it takes to achieve his goals, but he has never seen any "purpose" in him, and now he has one." Lu Jining said after a pause.

"Maybe you can give him a push at the right time." Qi Zhen glanced at the computer screen that Lu Jining had rested for a few minutes and then turned it back on.

He always thought that Lu Yuning was staring at the company's report or other meeting documents, but he didn't expect that he was watching a video recording of Li Yan baking cookies at home.

"Push him?" Lu Jining sneered, and glanced at the pretentious Qi Zhen: "Didn't you hand Fang Mu's client list to him?"

These are some small actions of Qi Zhen, who did not expect to be noticed so quickly by Lu Jining. He touched his nose unnaturally and then changed the subject: "How many cookies did Li Yan bake? This looks quite full."

Lu Jining replied without thinking, "35 yuan."

Qi Zhen didn't expect that he would really frantically stare at Li Yan's movements at home, and even count the number of baked biscuits. He had some doubts that he couldn't see clearly. He might pull the progress bar and drag it back .

After answering, Lu Yuning looked at Qi Zhen who was still standing here after answering, full of displeasure, put one hand on the computer screen, and frowned at him: "What are you looking at here?"

At the 85th birthday banquet of the old man of the collector, a huge cake was placed in the middle of the long table in the banquet hall.

The hall was brightly lit, and some relatives, friends, and even some sidelines also came to offer congratulatory gifts to the old man of the collector, wishing the old man a long life and good health.

Zang Qingyue didn't come early, and her granddaughter was supposed to come so late, which was really a bit impolite.

But when she arrived late wearing a slim dress with silver beads along the waistline, exquisite makeup and a wanton smile, even the discussion below was much quieter.

She came in from the main entrance of the Tibetan old house, followed by people, and involuntarily made way in the middle of the banquet hall.

Zang Qingyue's voice was not low, her smile was like a flower, she came to the old man with half-lidded eyes on the wicker chair, bowed and called: "Grandpa."

She opened her mouth and said, "I'm late. I turned a corner on the road to pick up someone. You must have seen him. Naturally, you won't blame your granddaughter for being late today."

The Tibetan old man is now 85 years old, and his body is neither good nor bad. He heard that when he raised his eyes, his eyes were wrinkled and drooping due to aging, and his eyes flickered.

Zang Qingyue turned her body slightly, revealing the slender figure behind her.

Zang Lanbai was wearing a gray-blue striped suit, against his tall figure, with a slight smile on his handsome face, he walked forward, bowed his head and called out: "Master."

Old Master Zang sat up abruptly from the wicker chair, his withered and yellow skin grasped the armrest of the wicker chair, his eyes were fixed on Zang Lanbai's face.

The servant who took care of him behind him saw him like this and quickly reached out to help him, but the old man only looked at Zang Lanbai: "Abo."

Zang Qingyue stepped aside and let Zang Lanbai walk forward.

Zang Lanbai responded: "Grandpa, you came in a hurry and didn't bring any presents. I wish you good health, a long life and everything goes well."

As soon as Mr. Zang grasped Zang Lanbai's hand, his hand shook involuntarily: "Abo, you are filial, just come back, just come back!"

The old man patted the back of Zang Lanbai's hand, stretched out his hand to take off the string of beads on his right hand that seemed to be of great value, and then brought it to Zang Lanbai's hand in full view: "This Come back, take it easy."

At this birthday banquet, anyone with a discerning eye can see how good old master Zang is in a good mood because of the fact that Zang Lanbai bowed his head back, and Zang Qingyue has handled this matter beautifully. It made her look good.

At the birthday banquet of the collector, there was a lot of joy.

On the surface, everyone didn't talk much or say anything, but they all knew in their hearts that the collectors were about to change.

Under the watchful eyes of so many people, Mr. Zang gave Zang Lanbai the string of beads that he never left his body, the meaning of which is self-evident.

At the end of the banquet, Zang Lanbai's return made him the focus of the scene, and he was poured a lot of wine by these unfamiliar faces who had seen and felt strange in turn.

When Mr. Zang was pushed down by his servants to rest because of lack of energy, Zang Lanbai also left from the banquet hall.

The stamina of the wine he drank was greater than he had imagined. He leaned on the wall all the way to the backyard of the Tibetan old house. He originally wanted to find a bathroom, but he couldn't find it.

There were rustling sounds in the distance, and the laughter of some drunk men.

"Wait, there will be another good show for this collector in the future. The old man of the collector is the most important heir, but it has become more and more serious as he ages these years. Back then, he favored his youngest son, and now his youngest son The son is gone, holding that little thing in his hand, let Zang Qingyue and Zang Luoying try to curry favor, and insist on not letting go, waiting for this great-grandson to come back all these years."

"Great-grandson?! Zang Lanbai is also called Huan Taiye, who knows whether it should be called Grandpa or Grandpa!"

"Look at what you said, we haven't left the collector yet, so please keep your voice down."

"What are you afraid of? It's as if someone doesn't know. The fight between uncles and nephews was a big scene back then. Who can say exactly whose species is that Zang Lanbai? Those two from the Tibetan family fought to the death for one Rong Ping, and in the end they really lost their lives!"

"But have you seen Rong Ping when he was alive? He really looks like a..."

The sound got farther and farther away, and the night wind blew, and the churning desire in Zang Lanbai's stomach became stronger and stronger. Finally, he still couldn't find the bathroom. Here, I vomited all over the place.

Zang Lanbai is not a frequent alcoholic, and has good gastrointestinal function. Almost all of the few vomiting experiences in his life were in the Tibetan family.

At 11:30 in the evening, Zang Lanbai came to the second floor of the Tibetan old house.

After throwing up, he washed his face with cold water in front of the sink in the room. Before the water on his face dried up, he stood in front of the wide open window, blowing the night wind, and the groggy energy in his head completely dissipated.

It was the sound of high heels stepping on the floor, getting closer and closer, Zang Lanbai didn't look back, and put his hands on the window sill, looking at the flickering lights in the distance.

Zang Qingyue seemed to be in a very high spirits today. She was talking and laughing happily with everyone in the banquet hall while stepping on such high heels. It was approaching the early morning, and her face with delicate makeup did not show any trace of fatigue.

Zang Qingyue picked up Lanbai's suit jacket from the bed, approached him from behind, spread the clothes over his body: "The night is cool, Abo, don't get sick from the cold."

"Thank you, aunt, for your concern." Zang Lanbai didn't look back, and he didn't have any destination in the distance.

A very strong scent of woman's perfume lingered on the tip of his nose, which belonged to Zang Qingyue.

Zang Qingyue put on Zang Lanbai's clothes but did not leave. She slid down Zang Lanbai's arm and landed on the bead string on Zang Lanbai's wrist. She tapped the beads twice with her fingers. With a smile in his face: "Abo, after tonight, the collector will belong to you and me."

"My aunt is joking again." Zang Lanbai finally turned his head, left the window, and distanced himself from Zang Qingyue slightly: "I don't want to be here, I just want to get some pocket money from my aunt and I'm content."

"Are you here? Do you know that if you don't come back, the old man won't dare to go away with peace of mind." Zang Qingyue withdrew the smile on her face, walked to the sofa in the room and sat down, her tone was hard to distinguish between true and false, eyes Looking at Zang Lanbai, he said: "Fortunately, Abo, it saves me the most worries."

Zang Lanbai sighed silently: "Auntie, you drank too much."