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In the end, what Lan Mu Gejue's Jian Tingting said was still reasonable, so she didn't continue to hold on to this issue.

Indeed, as Jian Tingting said, for Jian Lixing, what Jian Mingfan, the second uncle, said was indeed more useful than what she said as a mother.

For Jian Lixing, Lan Muge really had no way to take him.

I don't know what this son thinks in his heart, why he doesn't care about anything.

company, he didn't take it to heart at all, and even expressed his attitude, that is, he would never want the company, and the whole company was all Jian Yiyang.

He wasn't interested in it at all.

Yes, Lan Muge was a gritted hate, but he was helpless.

Because, over the years, Jian Lixing has rarely returned to this home at all.

At the end of the year, the number of days spent at home is almost counted on two hands.

This time, I spent a little longer at home.

Lan Muge patted the back of Jian Tingting's hand: "Go to bed early, don't be too late." ”

Jian Tingting pursed her lips and smiled: "Got it, Mom." Alright, go back to your room, and leave my dad alone. ”

"Stinky girl!" Lan Muge glared at her, turned around and left Jian Tingting's room.

When Lan Muge returned to the room, Jian Mingchao came out of the bathroom wearing a sky blue bathrobe after taking a shower.

My hair was still wet, and I was wiping it with a dry towel in my hand.

Although Jian Mingchao is already almost sixty years old, he doesn't look old, and he doesn't look like he is fifty.

It doesn't have the loose beer belly that other older people should have, and although it doesn't necessarily have a lot of strength, it's still quite attractive.

"You're back, is Tingting okay?" Seeing Lan Muge go back to the room, Jian Mingchao asked her indifferently while wiping her hair.

Lan Muge walked towards him, took the towel in his hand, and wiped his hair very virtuously.

Then, wiping and wiping, it was no longer a hair wipe, and the towel was hung around his neck, and the well-maintained hands pulled the towel corners. The whole body was slightly closer to him, rubbing as if it was painful.

Lan Muge went to Jian Tingting's room after taking a bath, so he would be wearing a lake-blue silk nightgown.

Fifty-five-year-old Lan Muge is also well maintained, his body is not out of shape, and he looks like he is in his early forties.

A woman of this age is the time for infinite charm.

However, Lan Muge's vague flirting and teasing did not arouse his interest at all.

Jian Mingchao didn't understand what she meant at all, so he took the towel in her hand casually and continued to ask, "This time, what is it for?"

As he spoke, he continued to wipe his wet hair.

For Jian Mingchao's disappreciation, Lan Muge subconsciously gritted his teeth, and then said with a resentful face: "Minghui picked something to pick up, Tingting accidentally touched your precious son's heart." And then that's it. Chao, what do you think, what does he want? Over the years, haven't I swallowed my anger enough? Has my stepmother done enough? Why is he so unfamiliar?"

"Bastard thing!" Jian Mingchao shouted angrily, and directly threw the towel in his hand on the ground, with an angry face, "Let Lixing let me enter the company tomorrow!