All the charm is captured in a single glance.
Jiang Xun gasped!
But while she admired the work, she didn't forget her business.
She closed the door, walked quickly over and sat down opposite Song Qingyou, and said solemnly, "The matter of Xu Qingran jumping off the building has been settled."
Song Qingyou's gaze towards her changed: "You moved faster than I expected this time."
“It wasn’t me,” Jiang Xun said. “Someone else took care of everything for us.”
Song Qingyou's eyelids twitched slightly: "All of them?"
"Yes, all of them. We're completely free of trouble now, it's no exaggeration to say we're blessed by the gods. I really don't know who has such a talent."
Song Qingyou subconsciously looked towards the lounge and muttered to herself, "Yeah, in the whole capital, who has such connections?"
It's no wonder she thought of Fu Wenzhou. Whenever she had any trouble, that person would protect her like a god. Before she even had time to worry, all her troubles would be resolved.
However, since Fu Wenzhou didn't intend to say anything, she pretended not to know.
As long as he remembers it in his heart, that's fine; otherwise, given his personality, he'll definitely try to repay the favor.
Coming to her senses, she said to Jiang Xun, "Now that someone has helped us sort things out, let's focus on our project from now on."
Jiang Xun: "Okay, but Xu Qingran is always a ticking time bomb. What are your plans?"
There was a noise coming from the lounge; it must be Fu Wenzhou waking up. Jiang Xun looked over, and Song Qingyou stood up: "You don't need to worry about this; I'll handle it."
Seeing that Jiang Xun was standing still, she raised an eyebrow and looked over.
Jiang Xun winked at her and teased, "Oh, so you're keeping a mistress in a golden house?"
Song Qingyou: "..."
"Youyou".
Fu Wenzhou's voice came from the lounge. Song Qingyou remembered that Fu Wenzhou wasn't wearing any clothes, so she quickly pushed Jiang Xun out.
As soon as the door closed, Fu Wenzhou came out of the lounge.
He wore a shirt casually, his hair was disheveled, and his chest muscles were exposed, giving him a very unrestrained and carefree look.
Who was here just now?
"Jiang Xun," Song Qingyou said, holding back her anger, "Could you please put your clothes on before coming out?"
Fu Wenzhou snorted, "You're already complaining right after you've used me? When you were touching and kissing me just now, why didn't you complain that I wasn't dressed properly?"
Song Qingyou: "..."
What nonsense is this? This man is really good at making things up!
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