Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

With Kang Chen's guarantee, Liancheng Yazhi finally felt a little relieved.

He originally wanted to talk to Rongyan to comfort him, but he was afraid that the more he comforted him, the more nervous his nerves he would be.

After thinking about it, Lian Chengyazhi hung up the phone.

The way to make Yan feel at ease is to go back as soon as possible. Only with him protecting her can the Yan feel safe.

The driver was sweating profusely.

He asked: "Young Master Ya, what should we do now? It seems that we will have to be at least half an hour behind us. There are basically long convoys in front and back. We can't get out now and we can't get out or retreat."

Lian Cheng was so elegant that he didn't say anything, he glanced around him.

Then I took off my watch and said to the driver: "Take off your clothes and give them to me."

The driver quickly took off his coat and gave Liancheng Yazhi.

After he put it on, he reached out to soften his hair, "You wait here slowly. When the blockage is over, you won't go home directly."

The driver asked quickly: "Then where are you going?"

Lian Chengya had already opened the car door and got out of the car, but did not answer his words.

The driver saw Liancheng crossing elegantly and the traffic was slowly squirming, heading straight to the opposite side. There was a street sign on the side of the road with a subway sign marked on it.

The driver thought to himself, Mr. Ya...would he have to go to the subway?

It seems unlikely. Can someone like Ya Shao make a subway?

Probably...never done it?

Liancheng is elegant and of course he lives in the subway. When he was in school, he had never taken any questions.

It was just the last time I took the subway... it was a long time ago.

Lian Cheng Yazhi took off his watch and changed into the driver's coat, thinking that he would inevitably attract more attention when taking the subway.

Liancheng Yazhi took a look at the route map at the subway station. The current subway lines are like spider suits scattered underground in the imperial capital, and there are several more books than when he was young.

Liancheng Yazhi quickly chose a route and then called Secretary Zhou.

"Secretary Zhou, please pick me up at the terminal exit of Metro Line 8. Remember to get it fast."

Secretary Zhou almost thought he had heard it wrong, the terminal station of Metro Line 8?

Why wouldn’t Mr. Ya choose which place? Could it be that he went to make a subway? This...isn’t it normal?

"Your Madam Ya... are you on the subway?"

Liancheng Yazhi had already bought and returned the tickets and went down the elevator. He said to Secretary Zhou: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

From here, there are only two stops left to the terminal, and there should be no traffic jam.

"Yes, Mr. Ya..."

Secretary Zhou heard that Lian Cheng Yazhi was very anxious when he spoke. Something must have happened, otherwise Mr. Ya would have gone to squeeze into the subway with people? It is said that Line 8 is like a steamer all year round.

Lian Chengya hung up the phone and just as Line 8 was progressing, the people inside were crowded as if they were sticking pancakes.

If I had seen it in the past, I would have frowned and would not say anything. But now, as soon as the car door was opened, he immediately stepped in and his brows didn't move.

...

At this moment, Lian Chengya was trying every means to rush home.

At the same time, the gate of Liancheng's house seemed to be more frightened than those on Line 8.

A row of trucks parked at the door, with a touch of military green standing in front of Lian Cheng's door.

Tang Zong walked out lazily in his slippers, "So many people came early in the morning, what should we do if our family didn't make so much breakfast?"