Yao Nanping was about to get angry, remembering that her son's character was the most decisive, and if he didn't agree with him, he would knock people into the abyss. But the shame of being splashed with water, how can you vent it:

"Parking! I told you to stop! ”

The driver pulled over, and Zhang Mingrui threw out a pack of papers from behind. No words, no comfort, no apologies.

Zhang Mingyao laughed: "You are so bold! ”

"It's like she instigated Daddy to abandon me! I didn't hear her apology! ”

Zhang Mingyao looked at Ming Rui, yes, he always felt something more ruthless in his eyes--- Before, it was because of the grief of her father's death, she didn't notice it, but now, she saw it.

Like a headless fly, Yao Nanping stumbled down the street, walked about a few hundred meters, and saw a small town hair salon. She walked in like a lifesaver. A middle-aged woman is sleeping on a chair in the house. Yao Nanping suppressed her emotions: "Alas, alas! Cut your hair! ”

The middle-aged woman opened her eyes sleepily, saw the customer open her eyes sleepily, stood up and walked slowly towards the tool room:

"Are you going to do it all over again, or what?"

Yao Nanping's whole body trembled: "A lazy and ruthless person like you deserves to be indifferent!" Deserve! ”

The middle-aged woman did not get angry, opened the door to do business, and over the years, she met all kinds of customers. The person in front of him is nothing more than looking for someone to be angry. The middle-aged woman's daughter is still studying, and she has long learned to look at her face and forbearance. What's more, the middle-aged woman still hadn't woken up a little, she silently listened to Yao Nanping's shouting.

"It's such a small and broken place, and it's still open! I'll buy it tomorrow and keep a few thousand pigeons and all in this house! Turn this place into a..."

Getting angry is a very physically demanding thing, especially when you are on fire and gradually regaining consciousness. The silent attitude of the object of your anger is a mockery of a person. Yao Nanping calmed down a little. He proudly stroked his hair, sat down on an empty chair in the middle, took out a random wad of hundred-dollar bills from the black bag, and slammed them on the table and the floor with a "bang--". Yao Nanping showed a bright smile, and she saw the surprised eyes of the shopkeeper.

Yao Nanping: "Let me regain decency, these are all yours!" ”

The shopkeeper stepped on the banknotes on the ground and began to tie a cloth to Yao Nanping...

The siblings sat in the car, each thinking about something. Zhang Mingyao cleared her throat and continued to look at the scenery outside the window. Zhang Mingrui looked at his sister and smiled: "I thought you were going to speak." ”

Ming Yao threw out a question mark, as if asking, "How come?" ”

"You clear your throat... It's usually when you have something to say..."

Ming Yao saw that her younger brother seemed a little incoherent, but it really seemed like an ordinary chat, and she laughed sincerely.

Zhang Mingrui looked at it with satisfaction: "It's not a fake smile after all." ”

Silence, the silence caused by the guilt of falling into the past, the silence caused by looking back at the estrangement between the two sides.

The driver entered the city and asked, "Where is Miss Zhang going?" ”

Zhang Mingyao has a lot of places in her heart, but what she wants to do now is to meet Zhong Xiaojing, she also wants to have a good chat with Mingrui, and talk about the previous misunderstandings and injuries thoroughly. But too much to do, too little time. She could only shake her head and comfort herself that she would talk again next time.

"Send me to the Nanguo Mansion."

The atmosphere that had just been harmonious was broken by this sentence into another atmosphere - air solidification. This feeling, like hearing the sound of the air moving, also brings bursts of cramped air pressure, and the person who is pressed can't breathe. Zhang Mingrui loosened his tie and said coldly: "You want to go to her?" ”

"The board needs her next week. Some agreements require her to sign in person before they take effect. Check in the bud! ”

Zhang Mingrui's mobile phone rang, and an email was sent to his mailbox, he opened it and showed a weird smile:

"Sister, do you know who Han Bo is?"

Zhang Mingyao looked at the mobile phone screen that her brother held up, and she took it to look at it. It's all Han Bo's personal information and criminal history. Her elbow accidentally touched the USB flash drive in her pocket. Is there a connection between the two? What's in the USB stick? Why would Dad leave nine million for this man?

Zhang Mingyao couldn't believe that Han Bo's history, the pictures on the email clearly wrote "drug trafficking, human trafficking, black casinos..."

Zhang Mingyao saw that the mail was copied to a person-Zeng Zheli. He is the editor-in-chief of Southern Metropolis Daily. An idea flashed through Ming Yao's mind, she raised her head and glared at Ming Rui: "You want to destroy the industrial empire that Dad created!" ”