"Why is your boss at home? It's a bit weird......"

Ning Changge is very familiar with the road conditions in Hangzhou. Han Meng reported the address of the chief scene's apartment, and Changge roughly estimated the time on the way.

It is also one of the best high-quality residential areas in Hangzhou, with an open design of large flat floors, a high-rise view, and a view of the lake and mountains.

"Maybe it's for the convenience of talking about things......" Han Meng prevaricated.

Indeed, Han Meng also couldn't figure out why Chief Jing arranged the family banquet so quickly, was he too eager to get the Guan family's business?

The place in Hangzhou is not big, and Han Meng can't be allowed to think about it, so he has already arrived at the place. On the elevator, Han Meng made up the lipstick, and Changge carried some souvenirs, like a small couple of relatives, to the door of Jing Ruocheng's house.

Ding dong......

Han Meng's heart jumped suddenly, for fear that the door would be opened by Liuli, and Changge suddenly lost his temper. Silently praying that Chief Jing would come to open the door.

Chirping......

The one who opened the door was neither Liuli nor Jing Ruocheng, but a white and clean black-clothed boy.

Han Meng breathed a sigh of relief, just go through the door first, Chief Jing must have some helpers at home, how could he come to pick up people in person? I thought about it too much, and secretly rejoiced in my heart, holding Changge's arm with more confidence, and the start was good.

Turning the entrance, in the depths of the open living room of Baiping, the person sitting in the middle of the cowhide sofa turned out to be ......

Ink is cold.

Dressed in iceberg air-conditioning, he crossed Erlang's legs a little lazily, and looked at the little couple who came in quietly.

Ning Changge paused, and almost dropped the gift in his hand to the ground. Han Meng hurriedly pulled out his hand, straightened his cool short hair, and made his face a little serious.

Jing Ruocheng originally stood next to the coffee table with his hands down, as if he was listening to a lecture. Seeing Ning Changge and Han Meng coming in, kissing like a rumored boyfriend and girlfriend, Yin Owl's face showed a trace of disdainful ridicule.

"Come in, sit down."

Mo poured out the cold voice and gave orders.

Jing Ruocheng's face was full of flattery, and he walked up to the two of them.

"Come in, sit down..."

Ning Changge's acting skills were excellent, and he was stable in only three seconds, grabbing this Han Meng's back in a chic manner, pushing her to the sofa in a few steps, and sitting down side by side.

Jing Ruocheng was on the side, looking at Mo Tianhan's face that could freeze popsicles, neither standing nor sitting, hunched his back and asking for instructions, humbly as if he was not the owner of this house, and the housekeeper of life.

"Let's talk, let's go get some tea."

The three remaining people in the living room, silent in their respective roles.

Han Meng's brain was a mess, and he couldn't figure out where Mo Tianhan was killed, and how he happened to arrive at Jing Ruocheng's family banquet. For a long time, I didn't see Liuli come out to say hello, what's the situation?

"What a coincidence, Mr. Mo, I met you here." Ning Changge took the lead in opening his mouth.

"You sit down." Mo Tinghan commanded.

"Me? But...... This ......" Han Meng had a black line on his face, and Mo Tianhan seemed to want to sit next to him. But in this case, won't the relationship between himself and Mo Tianhan be exposed?

Mo Tianhan's eyes softened a little like Han Meng, and he seemed to see through her thoughts, and he still motioned for her to come over.

"Come here, it's okay. You can meet the people you want. There was a subtle arc on Mo Tianhan's lips.

Han Meng turned his head to look at Ning Changge, his handsome side face was as perfect as a promotional poster, without a trace of emotion.

Han Meng got up elegantly, slowly moved to the side of the main seat of the sofa, and sat down shallowly after half a meter, with a straight back, dignified and noble.

Mo Tianhan leaned over and asked with concern, "Are you still dizzy?" ”

"It's okay."

"Tired? Do you want to take a break? Wake up so early in the morning. ”

"Okay..."Han Meng sat back obediently, leaning comfortably on the sofa, and the tight strings in his heart relaxed a little.

"What's wrong with your wrist?"

The inside of Han Mengjiao's wrist was flushed with a flush the size of a coin, which was very eye-catching.

"Nothing, I accidentally touched it."

Mo Tianhan frowned slightly, took her wrist and looked at it repeatedly, but didn't say anything after all.

Jing Ruocheng arranged refreshments and came back, and when he saw Han Meng's location, he probably understood the situation in his heart, and stood aside silently.

"If you sit down, please come out when Madame Ling is ready. Xiaomeng came to see her today. ”

"Okay." Jing Ruocheng didn't sit down, but went to open the bedroom door.

Behind the door stood a skinny but gorgeously dressed middle-aged woman, who seemed to be chronically malnourished, with long burnt yellow hair hanging down to her shoulders and empty eyes. The custom dress hung loosely on her body, and the gorgeous glass decoration around her neck made her a little hunched.

When she saw the people sitting in the living room, she let out a trace of horror, and instantly felt like a withered person.