925: C925 I Said Stop

C925 I Said Stop

At this time the fog dispersed and the morning peak is about to arrive, the newspaper stand's business is very good.

Ye Er bought a newspaper and got back into Jiang Zhao's car. The car slowly drove towards Mansion Number Nine. Jiang Zhao drove while telling Ye Er, "Don't open the door when you get home. Someone is pressing the bell. You must see through the cat's eye before driving. . . "

Ye Er flipped through the newspaper in frustration, "Got it, Aunt Jiang. "

Jiang Zhao's face darkened. Did she think he was being long-winded again? "Yun Yeer! You need to clean up, don't you?"

Ye Er looked at the newspaper for a long time without saying anything. Jiang Zhao was suspicious. This woman really did not take him seriously. Now she was getting more and more arrogant, like twenty to fifty to eighty thousand. The better she treated her, the more she did not take him seriously. In the past, when she called and drank to her, she would listen to everything she said.

Just as she was about to shout again, the hand holding the steering wheel tightened. She wanted to raise her voice to speak loudly, but Ye Er suddenly opened the newspaper and stretched it in front of him. "Move to the side and lean to the side to read the newspaper. "

"What newspaper? I'm driving! Read it to me!" Jiang Zhao ordered Ye Er.

Ye Er's mouth was full of air and her cheeks were bulging. She glared at Jiang Zhao and really shook the newspaper. She read it out loud, "Clothing designer Qiu Xiaoya's Marriage Review. "

When she read it out loud, Jiang Zhao was confused. "Huh?"

Ye Er nodded and continued," The woman is 25 years old and is 166 centimeters tall. Her body size depends on the photos. She is currently in debt with 40 million yuan. She is asking for a marriage with sincerity. She wants a man around 30 years old who can help her pay off her debt, she continued, The woman is 25 years old and is 166 centimeters tall. She is in debt and owes 40 million yuan. She is asking for a marriage with sincerity. She wants a man around 30 years old who can help her pay off her debt. . . "

"Stop! Stop reading!"

Jiang Zhao licked his lips. He knew Zhuang Yichen had done the opposite this time.

However, who in Haicheng would dare to help Qiu Xiaoya pay her debts?

There were many people who wanted to help her pay the debt, but they were afraid that they would not be able to spend the money if they showed it.

"Hubby, didn't you say Ms Xiaoya was with Zhuang Yichen?" Ye Er was afraid that she was not clear-headed enough and needed to confirm with Jiang Zhao. Xiaoya had already revealed her private phone number and even wrote that she should not be disturbed.

"Yes. "

"Then why did Ms Xiaoya owe so much money? She was still fine a few days ago. Maybe she owed money to Zhuang Yichen? Instead, she came to sell herself to pay the debt? Did she break up with Zhuang Yichen? "

"Jiang Zhao really did not know how to answer that. No wonder people thought so. Qiu Xiaoya had gone to find Zhuang Yichen before. If Zhuang Yichen did not help, then it meant that they had broken up. . . .

Qingfeng Garden was a complex high level area. The environment in the neighborhood was elegant and quiet, belonging to a high-end community.

A silver light flew into the Qingfeng Garden. Today, it wasn't Lee Yong who was driving this silver Bugatti, but Zhuang Yichen.

The brakes and throttle were controlled very well, and the speed of the car's parking was very fast. When people saw this car, they would want to avoid it, afraid that they would be unlucky enough to run into it and end up in a car accident.

Xiaoya was still sleeping. Her phone had been calling early in the morning and it was all for the application. When she got annoyed later, she simply turned it off and turned silent. Anyway, she was a woman who no one cared about and no one else worked. She should have a good sleep and a big sleep. It would be better if she slept until the sky turned dark.

Zhuang Yichen took the newspaper and opened the car door. He stepped out of the car with his long legs and slammed the car door. He went into the building and pressed the elevator. He went upstairs and exited the elevator.

He took out the key to open the door, only to find that the door was locked from the inside!

He pulled the tie around his neck and clenched his fist. He slammed the door hard. His handsome face was covered in a deep coldness. At this moment, it had already frozen into ice.

Xiaoya was wearing a nightgown. The person who smashed her door so rudely must be very uncultured. Today was not a double break, so it was definitely not her mother.

She lazily got off the bed and walked to the living room. She said impatiently, "What are you doing? It's early in the morning, are you going to let me sleep?"

He locked the door and found that he had locked it.

Eh? She was actually used to locking the door from the inside? At this time, she woke up a little and looked outside through the peephole. It was a face that looked like a block of ice, but there was a fire burning in the eyes of this block of ice. It was really creative! Just as she was about to ignore it and turn around to continue sleeping, she heard Zhuang Yichen smashing the door with his fist again. "Qiu Xiaoyao! If you don't open the door now, I will immediately get someone to open the door!"

Xiaoya knew that she could not afford to offend Zhuang Yichen, but when did this man become so uncultured? He even smashed the door? And he even broke the door?

He opened the door and stood at the door. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and said lazily, "It's so noisy early in the morning. If you can't sleep, then go to work!"1

Zhuang Yichen threw the newspaper in his hand at Xiaoya. His slender eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Xiaoya did not even look at it. She turned around and entered the house. "Can't you tell what it means literally?"

Zhuang Yichen followed her in and closed the door. He locked the door behind him. "Qiu Xiaoyao, you are quite daring!"

Xiaoya fell on the sofa and hugged a pillow. She ignored the man who had suppressed his anger. "Why wouldn't I dare? As for you, who are you to me? Why did you come here so early in the morning to interfere with my private matters? You're so kind? "

Zhuang Yichen pressed over and stretched out his hand to pinch Xiaoya's chin. "Qiu Xiaoyao, have you forgotten whose person you are now?"

Xiaoya frowned in pain and could not break free. She let this rude man go. "I am my own person. The two of us paid our respects a few months ago. You said it in the house. Even if you break up with me, you can give it to me. You're not someone who only cares about two houses. However, according to what I said four years ago, if we broke up, it was me who brought it up. I can't take a house, and I won't let you solve any problems in your career. . . Then I'll just return the house to you. "

When Xiaoya spoke, there were no ups and downs. It could not be seen that she was agitated. Actually, she also knew that it was not that she did not want to be agitated, but that she could only be agitated in her heart when facing this man. For a person who did not care about you, being agitated in front of him would only lower your character. . .

"Very good ~" The corner of Zhuang Yichen's mouth twitched. He had just stood up a little. Xiaoya thought he was going to let her go, but his other hand started to pull her robe away. He smiled evilly, but his eyes were cold. "Qiu Xiaoyao, I forgot to tell you. That was the agreement four years ago, but it ended when we broke up for the first time. When you were pressed down by me again, you no longer had the right to choose. This relationship, I said stop. . . Only then can you stop!"

"Ah ~! Bastard, let me go! "

Jiang Zhao sent Ye Er back to Mansion Number Nine and told her that if she wanted to take care of Xiaoya's matters, it was not impossible to pacify her. He could call Xiaoya over, but not go out. Ye Er agreed one by one.

Jiang Zhao returned to the building and just as he sat down, Liu Cheng had just poured tea for him. Without waiting for the time to report work, he said, "Boss, I think Yun Hongwei's case can only be kept outside for treatment. There is no possibility of turning the tables. "

Jiang Zhao's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze. "But what we know in the past is that he is a scapegoat. "

Liu Cheng said calmly, "But last night, Chen Tong asked me out. Later, he accidentally mentioned that Yun Hongwei gave him a sum of seven million yuan as an 'activity fund'. "

Jiang Zhao slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and his eyes became deeper and deeper. He stared at Liu Cheng without blinking, and said with a voice transmission, "Liu Cheng, have you been in trouble recently?"

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