Wen Qiao said, "I don’t want your compensation, just consider it as returning the favor for helping remove the hot search last ti."
Although last ti Huo Mutian asked Wen Qiao to get Fang Qinghe’s WeChat for her, comparing these two matters, they don’t really equate.
Wen Qiao always rembered the favor from Huo Mutian, thinking about when to repay him.
"You helped get the WeChat last ti too, and afterwards Fu Jinghen gave a piece of land, so it’s already settled," Huo Mutian peeled an orange and ate it: "You don’t need to keep thinking about that last matter, just take what you’re owed."
Wen Qiao was taken aback, "What land?"
Huo Mutian said in surprise, "Oh? He didn’t tell you? He gave the land he bought in South City previously, during the bidding for that land, many people were involved, and in the end he won it."
Wen Qiao shook her head, "No, he never ntioned this to ..."
Feng Li and the others had ntioned the South City land to Wen Qiao before.
In recent years, South City, as a key developnt area, has been growing rapidly. That piece of land was right in the central business district. Whether it’s used for hotels or malls, the profits are huge.
Yet, Fu Jinghen casually handed that piece of land over to Huo Mutian.
Wen Qiao felt various emotions swirling in her heart.
They had only been apart for a short while, and she was already thinking about him again.
"He’s just that kind of person," Huo Mutian finished the last piece of orange and wiped his hands with a wet wipe: "Always doing good deeds without seeking recognition."
Wen Qiao said, "I’m suddenly regretful. I don’t want to agree with you anymore. Quickly remove the hot search for ."
"Don’t!"
Wen Qiao’s change of heart was like the duck flying away for Huo Mutian. He persuaded, "Your agent said it won’t affect you at all and won’t delay your relationship going public. Just help this once, I can cover the full month banquet for your child. If needed, I can give the land back to Fu Jinghen, isn’t that enough?"
"..."
Wen Qiao twitched her mouth, it seed Huo Mutian was really interested in Fang Qinghe this ti. The money he was willing to spend surpassed what he had spent on all his previous girlfriends combined.
"Saving a life is more ritorious than constructing a pagoda, young lady."
"..."
Wow, it had even escalated to the level of saving a life.
Wen Qiao was annoyed by his persistence, "Just this once."
"Perfect," Huo Mutian snapped his fingers: "I knew you were kind and beautiful, I haven’t misjudged you."
"Don’t flatter too much," Wen Qiao glared at him: "As for the land, you don’t need to return it, Fu Jinghen probably doesn’t want to know about this, so keep it a secret."
"No problem."
Wen Qiao took out her phone and curled up on the sofa, "I need to call my husband to explain this, if there’s nothing else, Young Mr. Huo, please leave."
Huo Mutian rolled his eyes at her overly proud and happy expression, got up from the sofa, and as he walked past Wen Qiao, he suddenly reached out to ss up her hair.
"Huo Mutian, are you asking for trouble!"
"It’s called stylishly ssy, don’t you get it."
Wen Qiao shouted, "Close the door behind you!"
"Got it," Huo Mutian waved his hand: "Stop yelling, watch your throat, I’ll have soone bring you so iced sugar pear later, eat so."
The door closed, and just as the video call to Fu Jinghen connected.
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