Chang’an Peasant Girl

The housekeeper didn't quite understand how the courier had met his young master, but he still greeted An Baobao politely and asked the servant to quickly bring tea to An Baobao.

An Baobei sat down on the sofa in the living room. When she saw Li Junlin disappear at the stairs on the second floor, she smiled and asked the housekeeper: "Uncle, your young master seems familiar to me, and his name is also familiar. Is your young master a big shot?"

The housekeeper took the tea from the servant and placed it in front of Baby An, and replied politely: "Our young master is the president of the Li Group and is often reported. If you are familiar with this, Miss An, you must have seen the news reporting on our young master."

Li Group is the largest financial group in City A.

An Baobei nodded, no wonder she felt familiar, that's why. Still, she was surprised. Although she knew that 'one person' was rich, she didn't expect that 'one person' was so rich.

As soon as Li Junlin went upstairs to his room, he locked the door. Then, instead of changing clothes, he called Ning Zihan. The call got through, but Ning Zihan didn't answer.

Li Junlin sent a text message to Ning Zihan: "I don't care if you are in a meeting or busy with something else, answer my call immediately, your sweetheart is here!"

Ning Zihan was having a meeting at the Ning Group headquarters. When he saw Li Junlin calling, he thought he was in a meeting, so he didn't answer. But when he saw Li Junlin send a text message, he clicked on it. When he saw the content of the text message, he was Startled, he immediately interrupted the meeting, went back to his office, and called Li Junlin back.

"She really went to your place?" Ning Zihan opened his mouth and asked urgently.

Li Junlin immediately sneered: "Thanks to you for using my address."

"I clearly said I don't want to meet her in real life."

"But she's really here." After a pause, Li Junlin smiled: "Do you want me to let her have a good talk with you, the real 'one person'?"

Ning Zihan had never lowered his head in front of his best friend. This time, he could only beg for mercy in a low voice: "Jun Lin, I'm already two years old, so don't be amusing yourself. You are a good person and you will continue to help me. "

Li Junlin was satisfied, and his words were no longer sarcastic, but he said angrily: "I can continue to help you, but I have to agree first that as soon as it affects me and Wutong, I will betray you immediately."

"It won't affect you and Wutong. Just greet her politely. It doesn't matter if it's lukewarm or not."

"Are you really just planning to like her online?"

"If I could control my heart, I wouldn't even want to like her online." He planned to live alone for the rest of his life and never thought about such things as getting a girlfriend and getting married.

"Although I know your psychological shadows, Zihan, as a friend, I still want to tell you that it feels really good to be with the woman you love. You should really try to let go of those shadows and try to talk about it. Fall in love and get married. If our Wutong hadn't gone to the army, I would have married our Wutong a long time ago. There would be no need for me to act like a resentful husband every day, waiting for her to come back to see me. "

Ning Zihan remained silent. He knew that there was a happy and happy marriage, but he really didn't believe that he would be so lucky to have such a happy and happy marriage. That's fine.

Before he heard Ning Zihan speak, Li Junlin knew that his words were wasted again. He sighed first and then lost his temper: "She originally planned to secretly see what 'a person' looked like, so she borrowed it as a gift." The opportunity for express delivery came to me. "I want to chat with more like-minded people about Nongmen Chang'an. Follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to chat about life and find confidants.