125. The male protagonist in the book

When Old Man Mo knew about this, he almost lost his anger and fainted on the spot when he couldn't lift it in one breath.

Of course, he disagreed, but helplessly Mo Tianqi and Shangguan Ying's matter, although no media dared to report and publicize it, but all the people in the upper circles knew that the two families could only pick a date to get engaged first, and the time was set for a few days before Christmas.

As the day of the re-election approached, coupled with the feud between the two families, the number of assassinations in Mo Jincheng has changed from once every three or five months to once a month, so Old Man Mo reminded Mo Liangyu to pay attention.

Mo Liangyu looked at the back of the old man leaving, who seemed to be a little more rickety than just now, his heart couldn't help but be sour, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "Grandpa, you also pay attention to your body." ”

Old Man Mo paused, didn't look back, only waved his hand again and went back to the bedroom.

When Mo Liangyu came out of the old mansion and was about to get into the car, he seemed to feel something and glanced back at the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor, and only paused for two seconds before retracting his gaze.

The car left for a moment, and in the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor, which was empty just now, a handsome man in a black suit was standing at this moment, looking two or three years older than Mo Liangyu.

If you see this man at this moment, you will definitely recognize the identity of the other party at a glance - the male protagonist in the book, Mo Tianqi.

When Liu Qian finished transferring the account to Liu Jincai and dialed Nangong Yun again, she happened to have just finished filming a scene and was resting in the nanny's car.

Seeing that it was Liu Qian's phone, her eyes flashed, and she motioned to the assistant to get out of the car first, and then picked up the phone after closing the car door.

"Auntie, why did you take the initiative to call me today?" Nangong Yun finished speaking, and blew the nails that the little assistant had just helped her trim.

I asked this on my lips, but I already knew it in my heart.

She and Liu Qian are actually outsiders to the Nangong family, but before Ning Shaoguang returned to the Nangong family, the two of them still had a little hope in their hearts.

Liu Qian always thinks about getting benefits for her son and in-laws, and she thinks about Nangong Yi's property.

Now that Ning Shaoguang is back, not only are they hopeless, but their status at home is in jeopardy.

Liu Qian wouldn't have called herself once in the past six months, and Ning Shaoguang's birthday had only passed for more than a month, so she couldn't help but call herself, and it was obvious that she either had something to ask for or an alliance, so she naturally had to take care of it first.

Liu Qian listened to Nangong Yun's slightly teasing words, and she was a little unable to wipe off her face when she wanted to greet her, but when she thought of today's noon, she simply didn't pretend.

She sneered slightly sarcastically: "Xiaoyun, look at what you said, can't the eldest aunt call you if she is fine?"

Nangong Yun listened to her tone, and she didn't think about it so much, and replied with a bit of intention: "Of course, it's more comfortable than at home anyway." ”

She plays the female lead in this costume fairy tale drama, and her little uncle Nangong Qi, who is an international first-line director, recommended it, even the investors and directors dare not show her face, and the people in the crew have always looked at the direction of the wind, and many young actors are filming her to please her, and life is natural and comfortable.

Liu Qian was obviously stimulated by her intended words, and immediately said angrily: "Yes, I really don't have you outside at home, but no matter what, my husband also has shares."

But you, if you don't do something, I'm afraid that when the two old eyes are closed, let alone shares, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave anything behind. ”