Jiang Zao also glanced into the courtyard.
As if by telepathy, Fu Yanci also turned around and looked over.
"Yes, he is indeed good." Jiang Zao could not deny this.
From any perspective, Fu Yanci is an exceptionally outstanding man, worthy of being pursued by any woman.
But not her.
“But teacher, I still prefer to rely on myself.” Jiang Zao’s eyes held the same confidence and pride that hadn’t diminished over the past decade.
Qin Mingyong shook his head helplessly. This student was the one he was most proud of, and also the one who made him feel the most heartache.
"Go ahead, he probably can't wait any longer." Qin Mingyong began to urge them on. "Your teacher's wife and I need to spend some time alone together."
Jiang Zao was forced to eat a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and walked into the yard with a smile, coming to Fu Yanci's side.
"you……"
After giving Mrs. Jiang some blood pressure medication and watching you fall asleep, Jinhe and Jiang Zaowen left your room.
"Miss is really mature. You guessed that you would find that place." Jin He didn't appreciate Fu Lao at all, except for your love-struck brain.
Jiang Zaowen held the note, not knowing why, but not because she wanted to let go, but because she inexplicably felt a sense of cherishing it.
You grabbed Jiang Zaowen's hand, "You're the one who ruined Old Master Fu, you're the one who ruined Bu Di..."
Jiang Jinfeng lost his confidence that time: "You need to put his game on the market and explain everything publicly."
Before she could finish her sentence, Jiang Zao's watch beeped.
It is said that Mrs. Bodi fainted from crying, and the driver was stuffed outside the front trunk.
"Let's go. Since Miss asked you to look for her, we'll let you do as you please. Mother said Miss suffered a lot, so you must hate her. Since you hate her, let you vent your anger. After you've vented, maybe you'll be willing to go home." Jiang Zaowen looked around, feeling regretful that she had missed meeting Miss again.
Jiang asked the driver, who had been knocked unconscious and stuffed into the trunk, and learned that it was a short woman who had attacked her.
"Do you still remember what I look like?" Bu Dixi asked.
Fu Yan resigned from driving, and Jiang Zao asked Momo, "Where did the old lady go before?"
In that era of thriving self-media, almost every major video app used this to hype things up.
I know who posted it.
Madam Jiang cried for a while before finally calming down. You looked at Jiang Zao and asked, your ambiguous gaze making it difficult to discern her meaning.
When we got home, Mrs. Bodi was still unconscious, but she couldn't stop crying.
After a long silence, he hurriedly said, "Slow down, you want Zhang Yinhe to taste the bitter fruit you've sown."
In short, the online game called "Star Age" became a huge hit.
They either charge for advertising or simply try to gain attention by piggybacking on others' traffic.
On the first day of the game's launch, the number of registered players had not yet reached one million.
"Boss, that Jinhe is in the way."
It's more like someone is simply venting their hatred than having good evidence.
"yes."
"Mom, it's his fault. Did Miss blame him?"
"That's possible!" How could Fu Yanci, who had just tasted the sweetness of success, possibly agree?
Mark readily agreed, bowing his head in apology: "I'm sorry, Boss."
Jane turned her head back and continued watching Jiang Zao ask us the direction our car had left in.
The astonishing data was like a slap in the face to Jiang Jinfeng—loud and painful.
It's like the bad thing has been cured by medicine.
I had just mortgaged my ancestral home to get a loan from the bank, and the project was finally nearing completion, almost ready to be launched. But then a game exactly like ours appeared.
"Hehe, Fu Yanci, does he want evidence? Then give it to him."
Jiang Zao quickly grabbed the computer from the back seat and was about to hack into the detention center's surveillance footage when she received a call from her maid.
Bu Dixi came over and watched with you.
...
The eight characters lacked strength in their strokes.
As soon as Mark finished speaking, Jane's sharp eyes swept over.
"Police station, detention center."
Jiang Zaowen quickly turned the steering wheel around and sped home.
"Yanci, find Master Fu. He must find Master Fu. You have suffered too little. He must protect you. It is what he should do," Madam Jiang Zao solemnly instructed.
Fu Yanci, who had been smug, lost his composure and suddenly stood up. "What does he want?"
Half a month ago, Xia's suddenly revived, returning to the niche market with a brand new low-end online game project.
Jiang Jinfeng received an email on his phone containing a video of Fu Yanci sneaking out of Jiang Jinfeng's study to copy program data.
“Don’t touch you.” Jane’s tone was serious. “Now that you’ve broken off your marriage with the Fu family, you’re now a member of the Fu family. Don’t forget who he’s working for now.”
It was Jane and Mark.
Jiang Zao and Fu Yanci hurriedly walked out without saying goodbye to the others.
Bu Diqian had never seen my mother so out of control and on the verge of collapse. Her heart ached terribly. I hugged Mrs. Jiang Zao and told you this over and over again.
The driver shook his head: "I'm wearing a hat and keeping my head up, but you remember I have quite a few scars on my hands."
I turned my phone screen around.
Jiangjin style does exist.
Before the two drove away, two people walked out from the tree-lined path leading to the villa.
“Someone dressed up as an old lady to distract Momo.”
They slowly located a villa on the outskirts of the city along that route.
Fu Yanci sat down in the chair, smiling smugly: "Doesn't he have any evidence?"
bite!
"Fu Yanci, he actually dared to steal your project data!"
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