Middle-aged tycoon: Twins come knocking on his door when he goes home for Chinese New Year

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After the car entered the highway.

Li Ze leaned back in the very spacious and comfortable leather seat in the back row.

He drank quite a bit of baijiu (Chinese liquor) tonight.

Although he could hold his liquor, he couldn't keep up with the constant toasts from Zhao Jinlong and the others.

His head was a little dizzy.

However, he did not forget one thing.

Li Ze took his phone out of his pocket.

He opened WeChat and found Zhang Ruoran's name.

He typed on the screen with his finger and sent a message to Zhang Ruoran:

"Yes, everything's taken care of for today. I'm on my way back now. Don't worry."

After sending the message, Li Ze placed his phone on the seat next to him.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and prepared to rest for a while.

at the same time.

In Han City.

Zhang Ruoran was taking a shower in the bathroom of her old house.

The bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water, a white mist.

Standing under the hot water, Zhang Ruoran felt completely relaxed.

She's been busy at the restaurant all day, and a hot shower will be just what she needs to relax.

Just then, my phone, which was on the sink, rang.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Ruoran reached out and took out her phone to look at it.

It was a WeChat message from Li Ze.

After reading the message, she pursed her lips.

She muttered a complaint to herself:

"Drinking so much, you're a real drunkard."

She was about to put the phone back and ignore him.

Then, another message came in.

This time it wasn't text, it was a voice message.

Zhang Ruoran turned on the voice message.

Li Ze's voice came through the phone.

You could tell that his voice was somewhat slurred when he spoke, clearly indicating that he had drunk quite a bit.

But what he said was very clear.

Li Ze said in the voice message:

"Honey, don't blame me. The municipal party committee did me a huge favor today. They helped me arrest Yan Xiao and his gang. Even though I'm the richest man in the world, I can't leave favors unpaid..."

Li Ze paused for a moment, then continued:

"You know, in the Dragon Kingdom, the power of merchants always ranks below that of those in charge. So when someone raises a glass to you, you can't refuse..."

Zhang Ruoran stood in the bathroom and listened to what Li Ze had to say.

She didn't speak, but smiled slightly.

In any case, his trip to Jincheng was for the sake of his elder brother Li Guoqing's son, Li Qiang.

This matter originally had no direct interest in him.

He felt bad about his nephew being beaten, so he personally flew over to help deal with it.

Zhang Ruoran looked at Li Ze's profile picture on her phone screen.

She felt very gratified.

Because the Li Ze she knew before was a very sentimental and loyal man.

Seeing him still the same now, she felt that his nature had indeed not changed.

But on the other hand, she also felt a little sorry for him.

I feel sorry for him; he got so drunk trying to deal with this.

Judging from the voice in that audio recording, it's clear that the person had drunk quite a bit.

However, Zhang Ruoran also knew that Lao Yi was with Li Ze.

Although Lao Yi usually looks like a block of wood and doesn't like to talk.

However, he is very reliable and there is absolutely no problem protecting Li Ze's safety.

Therefore, Zhang Ruoran was not too worried.

Holding her phone, she typed on the screen with her still-dampened fingers and sent a message back to Li Ze:

"Okay. Go back and get some rest."

After sending the message, Zhang Ruoran put her phone back on the sink.

She continued taking her bath.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Ruoran finished taking a shower.

She put on her pajamas, dried her hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

She lay on her not-so-big bed.

The room was quiet, with only the small lamp on the bedside table still lit.

Zhang Ruoran picked up her phone and glanced at it again.

Li Ze replied with a message:

"Yes, wife."

Upon seeing those two words, Zhang Ruoran's lips twitched slightly.

She didn't dwell on the topic with him.

Something else started to pop into her head.

The scene that happened in the flower shop this morning resurfaced in her mind.

Bai Qianyue, that woman, walked up to Li Menghan with the photo in her hand.

Although those photos did reveal Dai Yuqian's true colors.

However, Bai Qianyue's purpose in doing this was clearly not entirely to help Li Ze and Meng Han.

This woman was using this incident to get herself in front of Li Ze's family and increase her presence.

Zhang Ruoran lay in bed, feeling increasingly uneasy the more she thought about it.

Bai Qianyue has been very busy these past two days.

First, they opened a coffee shop next to the flower shop.

Now they've come running to her again, even interfering with Li Menghan's affairs.

Zhang Ruoran knew very well that if she didn't give a clear response soon, Bai Qianyue would only go further and further astray.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruoran recalled what she had told Li Ze at noon today.

False complex.

She suggested that they hold a fake wedding first, spread the news, and make Bai Qianyue give up.

Li Ze agreed very readily at the time.

He said that once he finished dealing with his nephew's matter in Jincheng, he would immediately take care of this matter upon his return.

Zhang Ruoran looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment.

"He shouldn't have forgotten, right?"

After all, he drank so much today that his head was spinning.

What if I drink too much and forget something so important?

Zhang Ruoran felt it would be better to remind him.

She picked up her phone and reopened Li Ze's chat window.

She considered her words for a moment, then typed a line on the screen with her finger:

"Li Ze, you haven't forgotten what you told me when you left at noon, have you?"

The message has been sent.

Zhang Ruoran stared at the screen, waiting for Li Ze's reply.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Five minutes passed.

There was no movement on the screen.

Li Ze did not reply to the message.

Zhang Ruoran waited a while longer, but still received no reply.

She muttered to herself:

"Could this drunkard have fallen asleep in the car?"

And that is indeed the case.

Inside that Rolls-Royce Cullinan, made of gold.

Li Ze leaned back in the very large leather seat in the back row.

His head was tilted slightly to one side, and his eyes were tightly closed.

He had one hand on his knee and was still holding the string of beads in his other hand.

The phone was on the seat next to him; the screen lit up briefly and then went dark again.

The message Zhang Ruoran sent just lay there quietly, unseen by anyone.

Li Ze had already fallen into a deep sleep.