The next day.

District Government, District Mayor's Office.

Today, Wen Qiong was wearing a thick white shirt with a white stripped off underneath. At this moment, three of her collars were unbuttoned, revealing the white bra inside. She had a cigarette in her hand, which looked very enjoyable.

The reason is very simple, because Zhang Yu was standing behind and massaged her shoulders. Zhang Yu came over early in the morning. Wen Qiong usually never smokes in the office, and this is also what Zhang Yu is here, and it can be regarded as Zhang Yu's smoking.

"Auntie, Fan Shiji is dead." Zhang Yu said while pinching Wen Qiong's shoulder.

"It was expected, but it was a pity that he was a generation of heroes in the shopping mall, and he would end up like this. Even if he committed suicide, he would be more dignified than the one who died like this," Wen Qiong said quietly.

"Maybe he regrets it too, but he may still think that he can have a chance to turn things around." Zhang Yu said with emotion.

"There may be a chance to turn over, but no opponent will give him such a chance." Wen Qiong took a breath of cigarette and said lightly.

"That's right." Zhang Yu smiled.

"Although Fan Shiji is dead, you are in great trouble." Wen Qiong said.

"Why did Auntie say that?" Zhang Yu asked.

"The Qi family has always been vengeful, so they naturally dare not do anything to me, but in their eyes, you are the culprit. If nothing unexpected happens, Qi Wuyao will never give up this time, and your trouble will come soon." Wen Qiong said indifferently.

"I expected it too, but this was his trouble first, and I just had no choice but to do it. If they have any tricks, just come on." Zhang Yu said disapprovingly.

"Oh?" Wen Qiong couldn't help but turn her head to look at Zhang Yu. Her fearlessness surprised and admired her.

This time I turned my head, but the buckle was unbuttoned. A pair of white rabbits on my chest couldn't help but jump around.

Fortunately, neither of them took it seriously. Zhang Yu just smiled and said, "Since you come, you can't avoid it, you can only face it."

"That's right!" Wen Qiong said with satisfaction: "Even if the Qi family is strong, they have to play according to the rules. Even if they have hundreds of billions of assets, it is impossible to put them on the battlefield all at once."

Wen Qiong said, lifting his arm, pressing his right hand against Zhang Yu's left hand, and saying earnestly: "I don't want to have anything to do with the Qi family anymore. If there is a fight, I believe you will definitely win!"

"I will do my best and will never disappoint my aunt." Zhang Yu said immediately.

"In the past few days, Xiaoyun will come to your house to cut vegetables and practice knife skills every day, just waiting for you to come to your house to cook." Wen Qiong said lovingly.

"I'll go tonight." Zhang Yu immediately smiled.

"That's it, but don't come to my house tonight, go to Xiaoyun's house." Wen Qiong said.

"As for your order." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"Little monkey, it's getting more and more powerful now." Wen Qiong said with a smile.

"How great is it? I am Sun Wukong. I can't get out your palms, auntie." Zhang Yu said with a smile again.

He has always been able to talk to middle-aged and elderly people, but it may be because he has been involved with Lao Wang since he was a child. So his friends are older than him, such as Mr. Nie, Mr. Shen, Mr. Ju, and even Mr. Pan, who are all old men.

Being with Wen Qiong, from his previous restraint to now, he is very casual. Wen Qiong is both an elder and a friend. No matter what Wen Qiong looks like in front of him, Zhang Yu is basically immune. I guess even if Wen Qiong wears nothing, he can chat and laugh and laugh, all as if he is taking a bath with a man.

"Take it down. If you really want to turn it out, I probably won't be able to catch it." Wen Qiong said with a smile: "Monkey, you come here early in the morning, you can't just give me a massage, let's talk about anything."

"Auntie, I'll have to worry about you." Zhang Yu said with a face when he saw that his thoughts were being called out.

"Tell me," Wen Qiong smiled carelessly.

"Actually, there is nothing else. Isn't Fan Shiji dead? His shares must have fallen into the hands of the bank. I'm thinking about it. I'm willing to bear his 3 billion debt and take his shares to hand. Do you see if you can help?" Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"I know," Wen Qiong smiled proudly, raised his head and gave him a blank look, then took a sip of cigarettes, and snatched out the cigarette butts, then said: "Three billion should be fair. I'll say hello to the bank and see what they mean. When tomorrow, you go to the bank to talk."

"Thank you aunt." Zhang Yu said hurriedly.

"I'm satisfied, don't forget to cook tonight." Wen Qiong's face was full of smiles, and suddenly said: "How do we calculate the last time you beat me?"

"You call back this and that," Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"Bah!" Wen Qiong spat heavily, "Just like my body, it's useless to hit you ten times! You are deliberately playing tricks on me."

"How dare I play tricks on you? Otherwise, you can do whatever you say," Zhang Yu said quickly.

"You boy, your face is getting thicker and thicker now," Wen Qiong said with a smile.

"Look at what you said, there is nothing wrong with it," Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"It is inevitable to be mixed with those old mall fryers." Speaking of this, Wen Qiong paused and suddenly said, "If the aunt encounters danger in the future, you know that it is possible to die, will you come to save the aunt?"

"Yes!" Zhang Yu was straightforward.

"The answer is so fast?" Wen Qiong looked up at him.

"In my mind, the aunt is my relative. No matter what kind of danger the aunt encounters, I will do my best!" Zhang Yu said seriously.

"With your words, I'll be satisfied, maybe." Speaking of this, Wen Qiong seemed a little melancholy.

Zhang Yu waited for a long time, but did not see Wen Qiong continue to say, so he asked curiously: "Auntie, what's wrong?"

"Nothing" Wen Qiong lowered her head, with tears in her eyes. For many years, there has been no one who moved her. Zhang Yu was the only one.

How much she hoped to change her identities with her daughter, but unfortunately it was impossible.

Wen Qiong stopped saying anything and allowed Zhang Yu to massage her shoulders. She originally planned to ask Zhang Yu to squeeze her legs, but in the end she didn't say it.

Zhang Yu's massage technique was so comfortable. Although she just pressed her neck and shoulders, it made people feel much more relaxed. After more than twenty minutes, she took the initiative to ask Zhang Yu to leave and personally sent Zhang Yu out.

When Zhang Yu left, she immediately closed the office door, pressed against it, and let out a long sigh.

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