Once outside the villa district, Liu Zhizhong looked like a regular tourist again.
He hailed a taxi on the busy street and headed back to the other villa district.
Over the years, the keys to the villa still remained. The plane crash did not affect such items being retained.
He often missed this villa. It was left behind by his wife, Zhao Yan, who bought it in full.
Alas, that genius dancer has now reached a world-class level.
Sadly, she returned to the country and lost contact completely.
Even Liu Zhizhong couldn't locate Zhao Yan through Ye Bingyu.
Ye Bingyu lost her best friend and returned to her father, Ye Tianming.
Of course, Liu Zhizhong was sure to see the Ye father and daughter.
Uncle Ye married Lao Yongli and had a plump little boy, now over two years old, which Liu Zhizhong knew about.
It's certain that this chubby kid is 100% Uncle Ye's offspring.
And the child Lao Yongli and Liu Zhizhong had through surrogacy is now over three years old, attending kindergarten. Liu Zhizhong doesn't know where he is, but surely Lao Yongli would arrange everything.
Because Lao Yongli has the information about the surrogate mother and keeps in touch.
Due to Uncle Ye's unique and powerful position, Lao Yongli cannot let him know.
Returning once again to the real ho of a couple, Liu Zhizhong thought of his wife with a sense of helplessness.
A good woman, with whom feelings finally blossod, yet she chose to vanish, truly a headache.
Of course, Liu Zhizhong learned from Ye Bingyu that Zhao Yan's background is extraordinary, from an illustrious family, although which one remains unknown.
This ans Liu Zhizhong frustratingly believed a fact: my wife whom I never consummated with should be a lady from the Tiandu aristocratic family, sigh!
Where in the world can you argue about this?
Entering the villa, he saw a beautiful garden, neat and clean.
The house was also bright and clean, with a lively and quietly elegant atmosphere.
Liu Zhizhong was inwardly grateful to Yang Bingbing; this woman is truly nice, wholeheartedly sincere to .
Standing in the rooftop sunroom, the awning shade made it cool without turning on the air conditioning.
Liu Zhizhong gazed at the small river not far away and the Black Horse Mountain Scenic Area across the river, reminiscing about the university days with him, Zhao Yan, Zhao Han, Zhang Hongyang, Zhang Qixiang, and others...
Ah, those were truly pure tis, hehe...
The current of fate rushes forward; who knows what tomorrow really holds?
Liu Zhizhong sat down, brewed so tea, and enjoyed the scenery, feeling pretty good.
After all, here in the suburbs, with a river, next to the Black Horse Mountain Scenic Area, the air quality is indeed very nice.
While in the Provincial City, the air quality is much worse. In this midsumr, the sky remains dull gray and the heat is stifling.
Even the villa Mr. Zheng sent over there has poor surrounding air quality.
With more people and vehicles, pollution increases. The mindset of the people, however, is that more people an more opportunities, thus flocking to big cities, Provincial City, and the Capital.
In Liu Zhizhong's view, if Tiandu weren't a political, economic, and cultural center for several dynasties, no one would want to go there.
Compared to Tiandu, Kachin City in the capital of Wale Republic is much better, suitable for living and working!
Honestly, standing on his villa's rooftop, looking at the distant dull gray main city, Liu Zhizhong felt a bit nostalgic for Kachin City.
Good birds choose the best tree to nest in, right?
The place most suited to your spiritual needs is your ultimate ho.
Of course, so people might say, ho is such a place.
Yet, how many can truly return to their hotown?
So hotowns are in distant lands; so distant places gradually beco the hotown...
Liu Zhizhong sent a ssage to Yang Bingbing saying: Ms. Yang, there's a situation on the villa rooftop you frequently manage that requires your urgent attention. The property manager is waiting inside the villa.
Nowadays, Yang Bingbing is actually doing quite well.
After Feng Xiaoyue, she was entrusted with managing Zheng Family's culture and entertainnt industry, as well as the cultural tourism industry.
Certainly, Yang Bingbing manages it quite well, vibrant and orderly.
Yang Bingbing received the ssage without suspicion, as she had given her number to the property managent, explaining it was a friend's house, and the friend went overseas to make a living, asking her to help manage and maintain it.
Yang Bingbing, being a President, already has her own villa, so she doesn't live at Liu Zhizhong's place.
At the mont, Yang Bingbing drove her Big Lao back.
In less than twenty minutes, her car rolled into the villa.
The villa was quiet, with no unusual sensation.
However, the first-floor door was open, and she walked upstairs with her bag directly.
Of course, the rooftop was the sunroom here, outside with flowers, rich with fragrance.
Inside the sunroom, sat a handso man with bronzed skin, pouring tea.
Yang Bingbing felt unfamiliar, couldn't recognize Liu Zhizhong.
She entered, intuitively suspicious, "You're not with the property, are you? Why are you here? There's no situation on the rooftop, are you deceiving ?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled, stood up, looked at President Yang, and felt a surge of passionate excitent.
She remained tall, perfect, sensually mature like an alluring woman.
In a black silk executive skirt, with jewels and pearls, the wealthy and grand aura of a female president naturally emanated.
"President Yang, I deceived you, but I had no ill intentions. Let's go downstairs, I have sothing to tell you."
With that, Liu Zhizhong exited the sunroom, heading downstairs.
Yang Bingbing watched, her suspicion didn't dissipate, yet she wasn't overly cautious, as intuition told her this man wasn't bad, he must have sothing important.
No wonder she's a President, a capable figure managing affairs for big families, so her mindset is steady, following Liu Zhizhong downstairs.
After all, during Liu Zhizhong's "death" period, she inevitably missed him, even practiced sparring, her self-defense skills now advanced.
Quickly, Liu Zhizhong arrived outside the master bedroom on the third floor, then turned around, "President Yang, you surely don't know who I am, do you?"
Yang Bingbing's face turned a bit cold upon hearing this, "Sir, isn't that nonsense? Who are you, what do you want to say?"
"I say I'm Liu Zhizhong, I say I ca back, do you believe it?"
Yang Bingbing was taken aback, stared at Liu Zhizhong again, she couldn't recognize him, imdiately said coldly, "I advise you not to joke using such a character, it really violates my taboo!"
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