The name was signed by Xie Jinsong with a professional handwriting master, but the handprint was actually Mo Zhentian's handprint.

  Yang Minghui stood up suddenly, walked to Xie Jinxiao's side, grabbed his collar without saying a word, and dragged him up from the chair. He looked at his murderous face viciously: "Xie Jinxiao, don't be complacent too early!" Sooner or later, you'll regret it! ”

  Xie Jinxiao patted his hand holding his collar, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, is this how you treat your partner?" It's a bit rude. Then he swept the people sitting in the office and said lightly, "Hey, it seems that everyone doesn't welcome my arrival, in that case, how about you have a meeting slowly?" ”

  Yang Minghui's hand was still tightly gripping his collar, without the slightest intention of letting go, Xie Jinxiao was a little helpless: "Mr. Yang, you really don't look good like this, and you are really not very polite." After he finished speaking, he reached out and squeezed Yang Minghui's hand that grabbed him, and a slight clicking sound sounded in the entire office, and then Yang Minghui let go of his hand.

  Xie Jinxiao straightened his clothes and said with interest: "Ah, by the way, it will be the Golden Jade Award after the year, Mr. Yang has to prepare well!" I'm looking forward to it this year. With that, he walked out of the conference room with a smile.

  After he left, Yang Minghui slammed his hand, there was another click, his wrist returned to his place, looking at the back of Xie Jinxiao leaving, he picked up a chair with one hand, and fell heavily towards the door, making a heavy and piercing sound the moment it made contact with the glass door.

  After that, he took a few breaths and smiled coldly: "Do you think you are the only one who has the handle?" ”

  Since he can't live, no one else wants to live. He then sat back down on the main seat and resumed the meeting.

  In the near future, the imperial capital business district was full of blood, and this war came quickly, no, it should be said that it was unilaterally crushed. It takes some time to picket, but this does not affect Xie Jinsong's acquisition of Mo's, and even the people above want him to take over directly, so that they can save a lot of trouble.

  Xie Jinsong took Xu Sangtian back to his villa, and as soon as he returned to the villa, he smelled a strong smell of chicken soup, which instantly aroused the gluttony in Xu Sangtian's body, and smelling this smell was definitely not Aunt Zhang's handiwork.

  Xu Sangtian was held in Xie Jinxiao's arms, and her little nose sniffed everywhere: "Brother Xie, have you smelled a very fragrant chicken soup?" ”

  Xie Jinsong put her at the entrance and bent down to change her shoes: "Hmm." ”

  Xu Sangtian looked restlessly towards the villa, and was pulled back by Xie Jinsong: "Sit down." ”

  "But it really smells."

  "My mother is here." Xie Jinsong replied.

  Xu Sangtian was taken aback: "What!?" When did you come over? How did I not know? Why didn't you tell me? ”

  Xie Jinsong looked up at her and put on her shoes: "I also just found out." ”

  Zhang Mingyu heard the voice as soon as the two of them came back, and hurriedly came out of the kitchen. As soon as he saw Xu Sangtian, he smiled: "Sangtian is back!" Come on, come on, Auntie cooked chicken soup. ”

  Maybe it was because Xu Sangtian, who saw that her parents were still a little uncomfortable, immediately stood up, but a force involved a wound on her thigh, which made her frown slightly. Xie Jin's expression froze, and he immediately bent down to pick her up and put her on the sofa in the hall: "Did you move the wound?" Does it hurt? ”