1592: He Would Take Care Of His Own Girl

He Would Take Care Of His Own Girl

"Sad. You won't even smile for me." Wen Shan humphed and walked past Nalan Chunbo on their way home.0

Nalan Chunbo turned back and glanced behind him. When he saw a person enter the business hall that they had just visited, the corners of his lips curved slightly upward. He only caught up to When Shan after she called out to him.

"What were you looking at just now?" Wen Shan tiptoed as she turned back to take a look. She had no idea what he was looking at.

Nalan Chunbo extended his arms and wrapped them around her. "I wasn't looking at anything. Aren't you cold?"

Wen Shan was still suspicious, but Nalan Chunbo had already pulled her into the community gate.

If Professor Yin wanted Nalan Chunbo to sit out of the inauguration ceremony by threatening him, then Professor Yin had underestimated Nalan Chunbo. 

He was just an unremarkable nobody, and yet, he wanted to use his information on Wen Shan to threaten Nalan Chubo. In his dreams.

Nowadays, to get a SIM card for the phone, you would need to take a photo while holding onto your identification card. This was much more useful than merely an identification card. Therefore, he knew exactly what Professor Yin wanted to do with this.

However, there was no way that Professor Yin could get his hands on the photos.

This was because Nalan Chunbo's man had already gone in.

The two of them returned home. Wen Shan went to take a shower first. Then, she called her mother to tell her that she had changed her phone number. After that, she sent a message to each of her closest friends.

Mrs. Wen reminded Wen Shan again to not buy anything tonight, especially not using Nalan Chunbo's money. A girl who had yet to marry should not spend a man's money.

If Wen Shan told her that Nalan Chunbo bought her a house, she wondered if her mother would kill her.

"I'm not buying anything. I'm not buying anything," Wen Shan said as she added an air purifier into the shopping cart.

Nalan Chunbo peered at Wen Shan as he read the script. She seemed to have perfected the art of lying.

However, when he thought about how she was working hard for their new house, Nalan Chunbo felt that it was forgivable.

"I'm not buying. I don't have any money, remember? I still owe my brother over two hundred thousand. What can I buy?" Wen Shan replied as she continued adding things into the cart.

At the mention of the debt, Nalan Chunbo suddenly remembered that she had asked for Wen Tao's money when she previously went on a trip with him.

Nalan Chunbo put down the document in his hand, stood up, and retrieved his phone.

Wen Shan did not say anything. " ... "

What was he doing now?

Nalan Chunbo glanced at her and began to send a message to Ye Yuwei.

Brother: [Give me Xiao Yaojing's bank card number.]

Weiwei: [What are you doing? Are you giving her money but not me?]

Brother: [This is what Wen Shan owes Wen Tao before.]

Weiwei: [They're siblings, do you understand that? Will you be happy if I owe you money and Gu Juexi pays you back instead?]

Brother: [Yes, it proves that he cares about you.]

Weiwei: [Very impressive, my dear brother.]

Weiwei: [But I'm not sending you the bank card number now. Too many numbers.]

Weiwei: [You, who doesn't use X-Bao, won't understand. Why don't you give it to me? I'll transfer it to her.]

Brother: [Three hundred thousand Yuan.]

Weiwei: [Brother, I need money too, for real.]

Brother: *transfers two hundred thousand Yuan*

Brother: [What kind of lousy system is this? There's a limit cap on this thing.]

Weiwei: [The two hundred thousand Yuan is for me?]

Brother: [Yes.]

Ye Yuwei really thought that her brother went nuts.

Weiwei: [My elder brother is super rich.]

Weiwei: [If you really want to return the money to PA Wen, let me give Yaojing a call first.]

Weiwei: [Then, I'll explain that this is the money you've returned.]

Brother: [Yes.]

As Nalan Chunbo spoke, he looked at the girl next to him again. In the future, those people would be his in-laws. He would take care of his own girl.

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