Upon hearing Helan Zhi mention the patrol compound, Sheng Qian's heart stirred slightly.
Is Helan Zhi paying attention to the patrol compound?
The person leading the group was Long Yunting, so Sheng Qian couldn't help but pay attention.
“I do have some authority in this matter. If the patrol compound needs anything, you don’t need to be polite with me.”
He Lanzhi only said this one sentence and did not mention the patrol compound again. After that, they talked about the two of them.
Sheng Qian's affairs are related to Wutong Village, and there's nothing wrong with talking about them.
During their conversation, He Lanzhi learned that Sheng Qian's previous living conditions had been extremely difficult.
Although she wasn't his biological daughter, he still felt a little uneasy watching the girl, who looked four or five parts like his wife, recount all of this.
The marriage between Long Yunting and Sheng Qian is also absurd and ridiculous.
No matter how you look at it, Sheng Qian is the one who suffered a loss.
Judging from the way the two get along, it's clear that Sheng Qian doesn't reject her marriage to Long Yunting. As her godfather, He Lanzhi doesn't say much and doesn't intend to interfere.
If Sheng Qian wants to stay away from the Long family, he can intervene and handle the situation.
But seeing that the two didn't seem to want to separate, I let it go.
With the Helan family's wealth, even if Sheng Qian remarries, they can find her someone better.
What Helan was thinking was naturally unknown to the two of them.
We enjoyed the meal quite a bit.
It was already past 8 p.m. when I came out.
The road outside was pitch black, and no one was passing by.
Sheng Qian and Long Yunting watched He Lanzhi leave before returning to their own car.
Long Yunting was driving this time.
"Was there a deeper meaning behind what he said during dinner?"
Sheng Qian still hadn't forgotten what He Lan had mentioned about patrolling the compound.
Long Yunting said, "There shouldn't be any other hidden meaning. You don't need to overthink it. I'm here to patrol the compound. Do you think I'd let you worry about it?" Long Yunting gripped the steering wheel, looked at Sheng Qian, and said with a gentle gaze, "The way this person looks at you is a little different."
"Look at my eyes?" Sheng Qian was taken aback.
“Hmm,” Long Yunting said, “I originally thought that his sudden recognition of you as his goddaughter was for some other purpose, but I just noticed something was off.”
“He Lanzhi is old enough to be my father, so don’t overthink it.”
“It’s not that kind of feeling…” Long Yunting couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Sheng Qian chuckled, "We'll see clearly what it is eventually, as long as it's not what you think it is."
Long Yunting thought Sheng Qian was teasing him: "I didn't think that way."
"Hmm, you didn't think about it."
"..."
*
Cooperation with Longxingzhou has already begun.
Yang Ziye would report the status of the phone retrieval to Sheng Qian via his mobile phone every day.
It would be a lie for Sheng Qian to say she wasn't happy about the response from her phone.
Sheng Qian prepared several mobile phones and stored them in her space, thinking that she would find some time to send two to Madam Ju after returning to Xuan City, and ask her to help take a few more to Zhao Niangen.
I recently heard from Grandma Ju that some research in certain fields has made initial progress, and Zhao Niangen has gained recognition from many senior researchers in those fields.
This shows that Zhao Niangen truly lived up to everyone's expectations.
Two days later, Long Yunting continued to patrol the streets with his men as usual.
Apart from the bustling mobile phone shops, everything else remained as usual.
"Team Leader Long, everything's fine on our end. The mobile phone stores are all good; nothing's happened," the returning staff reported to Long Yunting.
Long Yunting sat in his wheelchair, holding a pen in one hand and a small notebook in the other, writing something down. His handwriting, like the man himself, carried a touch of sloppy composure and an imposing aura.
“That’s settled then,” Long Yunting wrote down and told everyone to disperse. He pushed his wheelchair toward the shop in front of him. He saw the gold jewelry inside and was about to go in when suddenly a woman behind him hurriedly walked in. The hem of her skirt caught on his wheelchair and made a tugging sound.
The woman turned around in surprise and cried out.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Zijing, are you alright?"
Shi Fenglan, who came up behind her, did not see Long Yunting in the wheelchair from behind, and went straight to her daughter to help her pull up the hem of her skirt that had been hooked up.
Tang Zijing screamed, her face pale, "My dress! This scoundrel tore it! This dress is expensive; I had it custom-made with great care, and this disgusting scoundrel ruined it! I'll make him pay!"
This dress was custom-made at Muqing Clothing Store; she had to wait in line for a long time before it was her turn.
She really liked the dress.
Long Jingyu said she would create an opportunity for her tonight, so she would wear her best dress to buy matching jewelry.
She was furious when the jewelry store was ripped apart by thugs as soon as she arrived.
Shi Fenglan was also angry. Who did her daughter belong to? Did she think she was someone a stranger could just touch?
In public, how could he tear a woman's dress like that? Doesn't he have any shame?
Shi Fenglan was furious when she saw that the skirt was torn up to her thigh.
He turned around and started cursing at Long Yunting, "You disgusting scoundrel, do you even know who we are? If you dare to take advantage of us, just wait to be sent to prison and tortured to death. Look everyone, someone is acting like a hooligan in the street."
The thought that someone dared to take advantage of her daughter made Shi Fenglan so angry that she cursed the person without even looking at their face, and she cursed so directly.
They even moved their home out.
Long Yunting sat in his wheelchair with a somber expression, staring indifferently at the mother and daughter.
People nearby pointed and whispered at them.
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