Super strong honey love: the wife is extraordinary

Jian Wei'an impatiently walked towards the Fengshui Pavilion. She wanted to open the door directly, but unexpectedly heard the conversation inside.

"Pan Daochang, are you sure you want to give up this cooperation? Everyone knows that you love money like your life. If you cooperate with ZY, you will definitely not lose money." A sullen voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards came Pan Zhihua's flattering voice: "Mr. Mao was joking, I want to earn this money, but you and I are not following a group, are we?"

"did you mean?"

Pan Zhihua's flattering laughter stopped abruptly.

One was slightly serious: "How much money the Xie family gave you, the Gong family can give you three times! Even if Daoist Pan doesn't do this anymore, you can live comfortably with this price."

"..."

Jian Wei'an at the door twitched her pretty eyebrows, surprise flashed across her eyes, the Gong family? ZY Group?

So he wanted to buy Pan Zhihua?
Heh, no wonder Xie Xiao said that she has a relationship with ZY Group, father and son may be hostile on the business battlefield.

When Jian Weian was thinking wildly, he accidentally touched the door, and then quickly walked towards the parking lot, and the conversation inside also came to an abrupt end.

"Mr. Mao, let's stop here today." Pan Zhihua nodded.

Seeing that he never gave an accurate answer, Mao Yushan was in a bad mood, but he didn't say anything. The only thing that can be bought with money is the price.

Jian Weian didn't show any expression on his face, he frowned and pretended to walk towards the Fengshui Pavilion, just in time to meet Mao Yushan coming out of it.

Jian Weian, who turned a blind eye, wanted to skip him directly, but was stopped by him.

Mao Yushan recalled the movement outside the door just now, and smiled sullenly: "Hey, Miss Jian, long time no see!"

Jian Weian looked at this person indifferently, and said in a very stiff tone, "Long time no see? Sorry, I don't remember knowing you!"

Mao Yushan looked at Jian Weian and said with a smile: "Miss Jian is really a noble person who forgets things too much. We met at the entrance of the Sanctuary Nightclub. Let me introduce myself, my surname is Mao, Mao Yushan, the descendant of the Mao School, a family of metaphysics in Central Sichuan."

Jian Wei'an narrowed her eyes, folded her hands on her chest, tilted her head slightly to look at Mao Yushan, and then sneered: "Mr. Mao, do you understand the principle that good dogs don't get in the way? Hmm?"

Although she has a good temper, she doesn't have the slightest liking for a person like him who is haunted by yin.

Since she hated this person, she naturally didn't need to show any good looks.

Mao Yushan's face suddenly darkened, but after a while, he returned to his previous expression.

He squinted his eyes at Jian Wei'an, and smiled sinisterly: "Miss Jian, I know you are very powerful, but I still advise you - don't meddle in your own business. The affairs of the Gong family and the Xie family are best for Miss Jian." Don't meddle, this is not something you, a girl, can interfere with."

"What does Mr. Mao mean?" Jian Weian frowned slightly, "Are you threatening me?"

Mao Yushan smiled dryly: "No, just as a colleague, I kindly advise you - the power of the Gong family is beyond your imagination! Maybe you are very powerful, monsters and ghosts can't hurt you, but people can. Don't fight with the Gong family. Be right, or you will die miserably!"

After finishing speaking, Mao Yushan walked past Jian Weian, reaching out his hand to pat her on the shoulder, but Jian Weian avoided it directly.

Mao Yushan, who was avoided, didn't feel embarrassed. He withdrew his hand with a sinister smile, and then continued to walk out: "Miss Jian is a smart person, I hope everyone knows."

With an ugly face that scares a crying child and still wandering around outside, tsk.

Jian Weian thought with disgust in her heart, rolled her eyes and let out a "tch", turned around and walked into Fengshui Pavilion.

When he entered the Fengshui Pavilion, Pan Zhihua was sorting out his things. When he heard the movement, he said without turning his head: "I already know what Mr. Mao means. I hope Mr. Mao will not make things difficult for our colleagues."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw that it was Jian Weian, with embarrassment flashing across his face, and a smile on his face: "It's Miss Jian, please sit down."

"He wants to buy you?" Jian Weian frowned. There are many capable people in ZY Group, and Pan Zhihua is just a little more capable than ordinary people.

But it was not enough for the Gong family to pay such a large price.

Pan Zhihua nodded with a smile, flattering Jian Weian: "I didn't agree, the water in the business war is too deep, the Xie family is kind to me, so naturally they won't betray Xie."

"..."

Jian Weian said that she didn't want to know at all, okay?
She came here for only one purpose, she said seriously: "Pan Daochang, you should be very clear about my purpose, right?"

Seeing this, Pan Zhihua understood what she meant, and the smile on his face was even wider, making Jian Weian feel like he would twist his face into a sunflower and give it to her.

A smooth person like him would never help her if he had no interests.

Pan Zhihua, who had just made tea, handed it to her: "Miss Jian, please drink tea, the best West Lake Dragon Well Tea. Of course, I know what Miss Jian's purpose is, please wait a moment."

After saying that, Pan Zhihua closed the door, took out a few copper coins, and muttered something for a while, and there were two balls of red cloth in the room.

Pan Zhihua stepped forward and lifted the red cloth, and it was Qi Meili and Qiqi.

"Woooooo, An'an~" Seeing Jian Weian's figure, Qi Meili was so excited that she almost cried, "I miss you so much!"

Qiqi on the side hid behind Qi Meili, watching Jian Wei'an's mouth openly: "Sister~"

Finally seeing these two monsters again, Jian Weian breathed a sigh of relief, and even looked at Pan Zhihua more pleasingly.

"Thank you, Daoist Pan, for your mercy, what does Daoist Pan want?" Jian Weian looked at him calmly.

Facing Jian Weian's scrutinizing gaze, Pan Zhihua smiled: "Oh, Miss Jian probably thinks I'm a selfish villain, right? Surely all you want are worldly things?"

Jian Weian nodded without exception, what kind of good person could be with Xie Xiao?
"Pan Daoist is quite self-aware, but I am very grateful to you for today's incident. In the future, if you need any help from me, just ask. If it is money, I am afraid that the Xie family will give you more." Jian Weian was also unambiguous.

Such is the case with indebtedness.

"If you have lived in this world for decades, if it is only for things outside your body, then it will be meaningless to go away this time, right?" Pan Zhihua sighed, feeling very melancholy.

He took a sip of his tea: "I really hope that Ms. Jian can help me to let people know that Maoshan School's metaphysics is not a scam, nor is it a feudal superstition."

Jian Weian rolled her eyes: "Why did you say that?"

Whether it is the Maoshan school or the metaphysics of Sichuan, in the eyes of the world, they are feudal superstitions.

All Taoist priests pretend to be gods and ghosts just for a bite to eat.

Pan Zhihua took another sip of tea, his expression was not very good: "My master was killed when I was young and ignorant. I had no intention of harming others. I just wanted to let that vixen go away, but the obstinate people wanted to kill us. , my master will ascend to heaven immediately, just because of that vixen..."

When talking about sadness, Pan Zhihua's brows and eyes were full of sadness.

Jian Weian frowned, already knowing what he was going to say later.

If a Taoist priest rises to heaven, he is an immortal. Although it is not known whether it really exists, isn't the existence of monsters also half-believed by people?
Because Pan Zhihua's master was killed during the exorcism, it is impossible to become a fairy.

"I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to Pan Daochang when he was young." Jian Weian sighed inwardly. Sure enough, bad people never become bad all at once, but only after going through experiences.

Pan Zhihua smiled without saying a word, as if immersed in memories.

Jian Wei'an was slightly embarrassed, but still said: "Pan Daochang, as long as I can help in the future, I will try my best to help you. As for Xie Xiao, I hope you..."

Although this incident was done by Pan Zhihua alone, even a little bit to threaten her, but after all, he is a person on the same path, not to mention that Qi Meili is fine.

Surrounded by the red cloth, Qi Meili's eyes were full of tears, she didn't know whether it was for Master Pan Zhihua or for her own experience.

Pan Zhihua wiped away his tears, and said with a smile: "With Miss Jian's words, I can rest assured that as long as they don't show up with Second Young Master Xie, Second Young Master Xie won't know about it."

After all, the soul-suppressing jade has been recovered, and Xie Xiao's special physique will return to ordinary people.

"Okay, it's a deal." Jian Weian nodded.

Everything is settled, and there is no need for Jian Weian to continue wasting time, whether Pan Zhihua loves money like his life, or is a villain who loves power.

Pan Zhihua nodded and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "If the master hadn't died tragically back then, I might have kept my original intentions like Miss Jian, but this road is too difficult. If I don't work hard to get into the upper class, I'm afraid I won't even give us Maoshan. There is no chance of rectification.”

In the end, he let out a long breath, and the smile on his face restrained: "With Ms. Jian here, I believe that I will have more chances to rectify the name of our Maoshan faction."

Jian Weian, who was about to leave, paused.

The intrigues of the upper class began in the dynasty period, but often only the two most extreme groups of people are particularly superstitious about monsters.

One is a top chaebol like the Xie family.

The second is the poor people.

"Daozhang Pan has a heavy responsibility." Jian Weian nodded.

The frown on Pan Zhihua's brows disappeared immediately, and his smile was extraordinarily bright: "Okay, okay, I'll put them down right now. If it wasn't for the delay, I would have thought of sending them to Miss Jian."

"We are not objects! What are you giving away! Can we fly by ourselves!" Qi Meili muttered.

Jian Weian smiled helplessly, Qi Meili just likes to take people's tongues, whether Pan Zhihua's purpose is so simple, he will have more time to contact in the future.

The thing to do now is to find Qiqi's mother.

If the little demon's resentment left in the world gets deeper and deeper, it will only make him a vicious demon full of hostility. He is not the same as Qi Meili.

After Pan Zhihua's practice was over, Qi Meili fiddled with her body, which was invisible to the naked eye, and hugged Jian Weian happily.

Qiqi stood cautiously on the side, but she didn't dare to come up.

Seeing this, Pan Zhihua couldn't help telling: "Miss Jian, a child's self-control is far less than an adult's self-control. If he is not handled properly and this little monster is caught by someone with a heart, he may become the next evil monster."

This made Jian Weian frown, but he didn't take it to heart. He was not the first to say this.

"Well, thank you Daoist Pan for your concern, I know what to do, Kiki, let's go, let's go home." Jian Weian gently waved at Kiki.

Although he is a bear child, he is still a good demon before he deteriorates.