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Chapter seven hundred and thirty seventh what we say

Chapter 737                          

Su Wenxian took a step forward, and took another step in the air, as if he was walking a layer of invisible steps, gradually reaching five meters above everyone.

Su Wenxian looked at everyone condescendingly.

Zhu Huatai turned around and said to the young man who often followed him: "Zhu Yuan, I want to have a family with Lao Su. You take my prospective daughter-in-law to communicate with Xiaofeng first."

"Yes." Zhu Yuan nodded, then looked at a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old beside him, "Master Feng, please follow me first."

"I can leave, do you say?" The young man glared at Zhu Yuan with an impatient look on his face, then took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He could see a mouthful of yellow teeth in his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth.

"This girl, please come with me too." Zhu Yuan looked at Lin Qinghan.

"Old Su, you promised my marriage, you have to count it." Zhu Huatai shouted upwards.

Su Wenxian waved his hand indifferently, "I wish you to like this girl, so I'll give it to your wife."

"Hehe." Zhu Feng held the cigarette in his mouth and looked at Lin Qinghan with a vulgar face. His vulgar eyes glanced Lin Qinghan up and down several times, "Little Beauty, tonight, I will let you know how powerful I am."

A strong disgust flashed in Lin Qinghan's eyes, but she didn't say anything. She followed Zhu Yuan and walked towards a place where there was no one around.

Zhu Feng approached Lin Qinghan and reached out to touch Lin Qinghan. Lin Qinghan deliberately accelerated his pace and avoided Zhu Feng's cruel hands.

Zhu Feng stood there and was stunned for a moment, then stared at Lin Qinghan's back and smiled indifferently: "Hehe, I just like this hot personality."

The three of them did not walk too far away, and were still in the sight that Su Wenxian could see.

"The patriarch agreed to your request, but there is one." Zhu Yuan's voice came into Lin Qinghan's ears in slightest voice.

"What are the requirements?" Lin Qinghan asked in a low voice.

Zhu Yuan did not directly answer Lin Qinghan's question, but asked back: "As far as I know, you have something to do with that Guangming Island?"

Lin Qinghan's eyes showed disdain, "It doesn't matter long ago."

"Haha." Zhu Yuan smiled gently, "It doesn't matter whether you are a real or a false one. That island has already sunk to the bottom of the sea anyway."

When Zhu Yuan spoke, he kept paying attention to Lin Qinghan's expression. When he found that there was no change in Lin Qinghan's face, he felt relieved.

What Zhu Yuan didn't know was that after learning that Zhang Xuan was dead, Lin Qinghan locked herself in the house and hypnotized herself every second. During those days, she had to tell herself that Zhang Xuan was dead countless times every day, from the beginning crying, to now gradually becoming numb.

Zhu Yuan continued: "Before you have the Su family, our patriarch hopes that you can stay with our Zhu family forever. As a patriarch's daughter-in-law, you will not let you suffer in Zhu family. If there is no problem, our deal will be completed."

Lin Qinghan turned his head and looked at Zhu Feng standing behind him. Zhu Feng bared his yellow teeth and smiled at Lin Qinghan. He was not tall, only about 1.65 meters tall, and he was definitely a short among men and looked very average.

Lin Qinghan nodded, "No problem, but you must be clear. I put the last drawing up. Unless you are sure that Su can hand over the remaining drawings to you, if you want to get the most critical things, I can only give them to you myself."
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