Chapter 595 Yan San’s Gift

Forty minutes later, the captain who had finished three cups of milk tea came back with the workers. Looking at the pile of rubble that he expected to demolish in five days, he opened his mouth and stiffened his neck, turned his head, and asked the worker: "Don't you want this... Did we do it?”

Even though he was a little prepared, the waiter who never expected such a scene swallowed hard and said: "Boss, what about changing high-end materials to mid-range, painting less dust, and grinding less ground? I suggest you stop doing it." It will really kill people!

Zhao Yinfeng smashed down a huge cement block with a casual blow, and said, "Is there anything else that needs to be demolished?"

Several workers next to him trembled, looking at him holding a hammer with one hand, and at the same time looked at their captain.

"There's nothing left to dismantle." Meng Su thrust the blueprint into his hand and said, "See clearly for yourself."

"Mr. Chen, please bring in more workers. If the time can be accelerated, I will add 20,000 yuan a day to the earlier construction period." He Li said with a smile. They can do things like demolishing walls, but the technical work of wiring and painting walls is really not what they can do. So, they can only have money to make things work.

Twenty thousand a day? The captain's eyes suddenly shone. Is he a rich man? **** Rich people?

"If you fail to satisfy us and delay the time, Mr. Chen, then I will deduct 30,000 a day." He Li's subsequent words made the captain's eyes darken again.

"Okay, we'll find someone right away." Pushing the captain away, the man stepped forward and said. The landlord originally paid two million for their project. Later, after the bosses took over, they added another one million. The construction period was four months. According to their design, the work actually didn't take that long. After all, if you add some experienced people, it’s possible fifty days in advance, and that’s one million!

"Very good, here you go, we have made some changes here. We need to replace the materials. Don't worry, we will pay for the materials." He Li led the guy aside calmly. After watching for several days, he could be regarded as I saw some clues. The person here who can really do the work and take the lead is this guy, and he is a practitioner.

Ling Qingyu followed Cheng Jia and Yang Zhao around. Cheng Jia's design was very Chinese, but it completely met her needs. Of course, this was also due to the fact that Cheng Jia knew her needs very well there.

The bed should be comfortable, the lighting should be good, the bathroom should be large enough, and the study room should be spacious.

Now that we have added one, the sound insulation should be better.

The villa was originally large in area. Cheng Jia redesigned the original layout and divided it into thirteen bedrooms, six bathrooms, three studies, a large living room, two small halls, a large dining room, and a small flower room. , there are also terraces on the second and third floors.

The overall decoration is based on warmth, with a large amount of white space on the walls for hanging calligraphy and paintings in the future.

Cheng Jia's design of the garden outside was extremely elegant. In addition to building a bamboo and fish pond, he also left a piece of grass in the innermost part for Ling Qingyu to bask in the sun and for them to practice.

After walking around, he thought of everything Ling Qingyu thought of, and he also thought of things he didn't expect, which made her realize that a genius is a genius! It's the same no matter what time and space you are in.

Workers cleaned up the waste in the villa. In the afternoon, everyone went to watch American blockbusters. After being brainwashed by the sci-fi special effects, Ling Qingyu continued to popularize science fiction on various issues after dinner.

When he returned to the bedroom, Ling Qingyu's head was still dizzy from all the weird questions they asked. He saw half leaning on the chaise longue, half-undressed, revealing his lean and powerful body, with a pair of peach blossom eyes. Yan Qi was stunned for a moment when she was holding something in her hand under the colorful light under the light.

"Come here~" Seeing her standing motionless at the door, Yan Qi's eyes turned and her tone changed a few times as she called.

Ling Qingyu slowly turned his head slowly, and then saw the wardrobe that was wide open on one side.

With a sneer, Ling Qingyu walked forward, sat next to him, and touched his chest with her fingers.

Yan Qi chuckled lightly and said, "Yan San can be fine even if he has a hole in his chest. I've naturally been fine for a long time. Don't worry, I'm in good health now. No matter what happens, I'll be fine." He knew that she What are you worried about? In fact, after coming here for so many days, she has been worried, worried that all this is just a dream, worried that their bodies are not fully recovered, or that the external injuries have healed, and the internal diseases like him and He Li have not recovered. Well, even if I was with him last time, I would completely cooperate with his impulse.

However, if Yingjiu's stupid young man can do that, wouldn't it be too shameful for him to show weakness?

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingyu's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes involuntarily glanced at the wall.

"Fool, I won't be as stupid as Ying Jiu!" Yan Qi pulled her down and kissed her lips, with a chuckle in his voice.

What he didn't mean was that he was not as stupid as Ying Jiu. He asked Ling Qingyu to tie his mouth with a ribbon, so that all the sounds were suppressed behind the ribbon, and the moans he made like that only brought more fatal temptation.

As a result, when Ling Qingyu was paralyzed on the bed, what he was thinking about was that luckily her mother's plane arrived in the afternoon...

"My daughter will come to pick me up, where is your son?" Wu Yi asked her old classmate Huang Jia while picking up her luggage.

"My son should be coming too." Huang Jia said uncertainly. She called her son, but judging from how busy her son was, she might have called the driver again.

"Why are you two so anxious? Just go back and make an appointment for the two kids to meet." Another old classmate said with a smile. Of these two people, one had a daughter who was divorced, and the other had a son who was divorced. They, a group of old classmates, traveled around the Americas, and they only talked about it on the plane back, and then they had an idea.

"That's right, Wu Yi, how many more days will you stay in Shanghai? Just in time, I'll be the host and we'll have a meal together." Pan Yinru said with a smile. She has met Wu Yi's daughter. Huang Jia's son is the elite among the elite. He may not like Wu Yi's daughter. It is better to take a step back and meet for a meal instead of being embarrassed in the future. They are playing so well. We will make an appointment to go out together in the future.

"Yeah, don't worry, don't worry." Huang Jia smiled.

Wu Yi smiled, pushed the luggage trolley and asked the other people to go out together.

A group of fashionably dressed old ladies with short hair dyed in colorful colors pushed out a lot of luggage, causing the people next to them to back away slightly, making them extremely conspicuous in the crowd of people going out.

As soon as they walked out of the door, they saw a woman in the welcoming crowd holding a large bouquet of flowers and raising her hand. When she saw them, she immediately walked around to the exit, and when they walked out of the cordon, she pounced on them.

Wu Yi sent the luggage cart away and hugged her daughter who hugged her tightly. She felt that her daughter was unusually excited. Not only did she hug her tightly, she also made a choking sound on her shoulders. Wu Yi He didn't even feel his eyes turn red.

"Mom...Mom...Mom..." Ling Qingyu called out again and again. For more than twenty years, her relatives who she thought she would never see again were now in her arms again. That feeling made her feel sour and sweet at the same time. Feeling wronged and happy at the same time...

"Good boy! Mom is back. Ah, what's wrong?" Wu Yi noticed something was wrong with her daughter. Although the relationship between the two was extremely close, why did she feel like she had regained something?

"I miss you!" After wiping away his tears, Ling Qingyu saw the old ladies next to him looking at him with smiles. Ling Qingyu let go of his mother in embarrassment, stuffed the flowers into her arms, and said with a smile: "Welcome. return."

Wu Yi took the flowers, smiled and touched her daughter's head. Just as she was thinking about telling her what she had seen and heard, out of the corner of her eye, she saw that her luggage trolley had been taken over and pushed over.

He was a man in his twenties, with a slender figure, and his half-long hair tied back with a hairband. He had a flattering smile on his handsome face, which softened his sharp eyes.

Wu Yi glanced at it and then looked at it again, this young man? She didn't know him, but he didn't look like a thief. After taking the cart, he stood aside with a big smile on his face that seemed to be something he didn't often use. But standing there reminded her of her youth for no reason. The javelin I saw in the army was really hard to look away from the more I looked at it.

But what are you doing with my luggage? !

Seeing his mother's eyes constantly looking behind him, Ling Qingyu finally remembered...

"Mom, this is Yan San, my boyfriend." Ling Qingyu stepped aside, letting Yan San face his mother, with a smile on his face and said.

Wu Yi was stunned, and so were the old ladies next to him.

Ba Shuang looked at Yan San with surprise, investigation, doubt and suspicion, who was just secretly looking at him just now.

Yan San only felt that this was more stressful than the time he faced hundreds of martial arts people. His muscles were tense and he tried hard to keep his facial muscles in a smile.

"Aunt Pan, my car is outside. Let me take you back." Ling Qingyu pulled her mother and smiled at Pan Yinru.

Wu Yi came back to her senses and said with a smile: "Xiaoyan, hello, hello."

She was holding Ling Qingyu with both hands. Yan San didn't know whether he should imitate the people here and reach out to shake hands. In desperation, he knelt down and brought his knees together. In a very standard posture, he put his hands on the ground and kowtowed heavily. He walked down and said, "Yan San has met the old lady."

There was silence...

Everyone around him froze, including others who came to pick up people and walk out.

Huge drops of sweat dripped down from Yan San's head. Looking at this, did he do something wrong?

After Ling Qingyu was stunned, he felt moved and sad at the same time. He quickly let go of his mother's hand, stepped forward and pulled him up, and said: "Call Mom!"

"Mom!" Yan San called out calmly.

"Okay, let's stop blocking the road!" Ling Qingyu turned around and pulled his mother, who was completely frozen, out, while winking at the people standing behind.

He Li and others stepped forward, took the cart from the other stiff old ladies, and said with a smile: "Madam, let's come, please come over here."