She always felt that someone came to her when she was falling asleep, and that person must be someone she knew.,With a cup of warm water in hand, Bei Chenlin glanced at Wang Zhuangui and the servants beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of silver bills was stuffed into Wang Zhuangui's bosom.,But Beichen Lin still has at least fifty or sixty years to live, while he himself only has three years left.。