“A neighbor near her said someone special Land picked her up.” Baird Lane flicked his cigarette ash.
Christine White let go of his waist, “Is it one of Leo Bort’s men?”
“I don’t know, but it should be.” Baird Lane turned around.
Christine White barely tugged at the corner of her mouth, “Now that Molly Bort’s gone, it looks like The Lane Family’s war with them is well and truly on, Baird, so be careful.”
“I know, and you’d better not go anywhere but to the sanitarium for a while.” Baird Lane barked with a serious face.
Christine White nodded heavily, “I know, don’t worry about it.”
“Well, go get some rest.” Baird Lane walks toward his desk and presses his cigarette into the ashtray.
Christine White followed, “What about you?”
“I’m a little busy tonight, that land was auctioned off and there’s a follow-up I need to take care of.” Baird Lane turned on his computer.
Christine White was surprised, “You really bought it?”
Baird Lane nodded.
“But that land, don’t you think there’s something wrong with it? Aunt Lucy told me today that all the land except that one has been expropriated by the state, so I think …”
“I know what you mean, and it has occurred to me that the land might have been bought by someone who deliberately wanted me to buy it.” Baird Lane interrupted her.
Christine White was anxious, “Then why are you still buying it? In case there really is some kind of conspiracy.”
“I’m being counted.” Baird Lane grimaced.
Christine White was staggered, “Who is it?”
“Hugh Dong,” Baird Lane gripped the mouse tightly.
Christine White blinked, “Him? Why is he counting on you?”
“The land, I was supposed to bid with him, but I didn’t realize that Hugh Dong was halfway through the bidding and suddenly gave up after taking a phone call.” Baird Lane said.
The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, “So that land, it fell to you?”
Baird Lane pursed his lips and acquiesced.
Christine White suddenly wanted to laugh a little, “That’s kinda …”
She didn’t know what adjective to use.
I don’t know whether to call him lucky or unlucky.
“By the way, what was his reason for giving up that land?” Christine White asked, after all, that was the key.
Baird Lane pulled the information on the lot back up and looked at it closely as he spoke, “Not sure, he was gone before I had a chance to ask.”
“Yeah.” Christine White murmured, then added: “Baird, don’t you think this is too coincidental? He wanted the land before, but then he didn’t want it anymore, it’s strange how it looks, he wouldn’t be intentionally screwing you over, would he?”
Baird Lane’s eyes flickered a few times in obscure dissatisfaction, and he didn’t answer.
Christine White looked at him and mentally sighed, then suddenly remembered that the tea was still outside the door and rushed back out to bring it in.
“Baird, you get busy, I’ll go to my room.” Christine White poured a cup of tea for Baird Lane and left the study.
Back in her room, as soon as she closed the door, she took out her cell phone and dialed Hugh Dong’s number.
The phone quickly connected and Hugh Dong’s droning voice came through, “Looking for me this late, did you miss me?”
Christine White ignored his flowery mouth and asked with an indifferent little face, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What on purpose?” On the other end of the phone, Hugh Dong was wearing a purple robe with a glass of red wine in his hand, and was rocking it with a cozy face.
Christine White pursed her lips, “Of course it was the land, did you purposely give up halfway through the bidding?”
Hearing this, Hugh Dong’s motion of shaking the red wine paused slightly for a moment, then he laughed again, “Christine you think so much of me, it really makes me so sad, I didn’t purposely give up halfway through the shoot, but I have another piece of land, and naturally I don’t need this one anymore.”
“What, another piece of land?” Christine White was slightly surprised.
Hugh Dong took a sip of wine, “That’s right, I learned from Mr. Wang that President Lane also wanted to buy that piece of land, I was worried that I couldn’t snatch it from President Lane, so I let my people go looking for another piece just in case, but I didn’t expect that during the bidding period, the people under my command said that that piece of land was even better than Mr. Wang’s piece of land, so naturally, I chose the better one. ”
“This …” Christine White choked.
The words were true, but she always felt something was wrong.
“Christine, you didn’t make this call over here because you thought that I was deliberately punking President Lane, did you?” Hugh Dong narrowed his good-looking eyes.
Christine White’s eyes fluttered awkwardly, unsure of how to respond.
Hugh Dong pretended to sigh sadly, “I didn’t think you actually look at me this way, hey, really makes me sad, how could I pit President Lane, you know that piece of land, but I first looked at ah, I was more than President Lane to find Mr. Wang, and I didn’t know that President Lane also want to buy the land, how to pit him? Before that, I didn’t know that President Lane was going to buy the land, so how could I screw him?”
Now Christine White has even less to say.
Because what Hugh Dong said, does make sense.
He saw the land before Baird Lane did. Even if he wanted to screw Baird Lane, he should have grabbed the land from Baird Lane later.
Or maybe it’s all really just coincidence.
Thinking about it, Christine White let go of the little bit of suspicion in her heart and her expression eased, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to think about it too much, it’s just …”
“I know, caring is messy, I forgive you, and I also let President Lane have that piece of land, you should be happy.” The corner of Hugh Dong’s mouth hooked up a meaningful arc.
Christine White, who could not see and naturally did not notice his dissimulation, laughed and said, “It should have been us who crossed the line, or that land would have been yours.”
“It’s fine, it’s probably fate, plus I have better land now, and I can’t look at that piece of land anymore.” Hugh Dong had a tone of disinterest.
Christine White, however, still felt a little sorry for him, and thought for a moment and said, “No matter what, I still have to say sorry to you, whether it’s the matter of the ground or my misunderstanding of you, I shouldn’t have just suspected it, I’m really sorry, I’ll treat you to dinner some other day.”
“OK.” Hugh Dong agreed.
After that and a couple of other topics, Christine White hung up the phone.
She put her phone down and opened the door to her room in the direction of Baird Lane’s study, and when she saw the light revealed beneath the crack in the study door, she sighed and closed the door again.
And I wonder what time he’ll be busy again tonight.
Christine White thought, shook her head, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After washing up, she lifted the covers and got under them, then grabbed a design book and leaned over the bed to read it while she waited for Baird Lane, wanting to wait and see if she could wait until he returned.
But wait until midnight, and instead of waiting, Baird Lane waits until his stomach growls,
Christine White put down the book she was holding and rubbed her stomach, eventually letting out a bitter laugh as she got out of bed and headed out of the room to the kitchen downstairs with the intention of fixing herself a snack.
At this time Aunt Lucy is still awake and also still busy in the kitchen, seeing her coming, she is still surprised, “Ma’am? It’s so late, why don’t you rest?”
“Can’t sleep, I’m hungry, Aunt Lucy what are you doing?” Christine White asked curiously as she looked at the flour on the cooking table.
Aunt Lucy smiles and explains, “It’s not making buns tomorrow morning, I’m mixing the dough now or I’ll be busy most of the day again tomorrow morning.”
“So.” Christine White nodded in understanding.
Aunt Lucy covered the dough with saran wrap and walked over to the sink to wash her hands, “By the way ma’am, you just said you were hungry right? Let me cook you some noodles then.”
“I’ll do it myself, Aunt Lucy you go rest.” Christine White refused her.
Aunt Lucy froze for a split second, then agreed with a smile, “Okay, do it yourself then, and be careful not to burn your hands.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White responded, whirling around to roll up her sleeves and get busy.
She cooked two bowls of pasta, one for herself and one for Baird Lane.
It’s so late, he should be hungry too, right?
And I wonder if he’ll be happy to see that she’s cooked him noodles?