Biscuit looked at the photo and grinned stupidly, in a strange tone, a little low: "It turns out that I was still in my mother's belly at that time." ”

The silhouette followed the softness of the gentle mother, and a few sadness and sadness flashed on the little face.

Mom, his memory of his mother, really only these photos. Everything he knew about his mother was half of these photos and half of what others were telling.

When Mom and Dad died in a car accident, he was still too young, so young that he didn't leave any traces and memories of Mom and Dad at all. He didn't even know...... What it's like to be held in the arms of your mom and dad.

He only knew what it felt like to be held in his arms by his grandmother, his second uncle, his second aunt, his uncle, his aunt, and his aunt. Should...... It's not much different from the feeling of Mom and Dad holding him, right?

His mom, it's so good-looking! It's a little better than the second aunt. In addition to his mother, his second aunt is the most beautiful in the world.

Mu Nian'an paid attention to Xiao Douding's expression, she suddenly pointed to a back, and deliberately asked loudly, "Uncle Hua, is this Mr. Quan?" ”

Steward Hua looked at it and nodded with a smile, "Yes, it's the young master." The young lady's eyes are vicious, and you can recognize it as the young master with such a vague back. ”

Little Biscuit looked at it curiously, "Wow, Second Auntie, you are so amazing!" Is it the second uncle? I didn't recognize it after watching it for a long time, it was the second uncle! ”

He didn't recognize it, but the housekeeper said yes, then it must be.

Hearing this, Mu Nianant raised his eyebrows proudly, "That's it!" ”

She said that even if her sweetheart turned to ashes, she could find him out at a glance, she wasn't joking, she was talking about good things.

In the distance, in the corner of the photo, there is half a back. It's blurry, it's all out of focus. Wearing a suit that didn't fit well, it was baggy, and it felt like stealing someone else's clothes.

"Second aunt, how did you do it?" Xiao Douding asked admiringly.

In fact, Mu Nianan didn't know how she recognized it, anyway, whether it was in the photo or in the crowd, she just had the ability to find out Quan Shaoting at a glance.

Probably, because he's her sweetheart!

Who can mistake their sweetheart? If you admit that you are wrong, it is definitely a fake sweetheart, not real love.

This topic is already a little heavy. Mu Nianan closed the album and handed it to Steward Hua, "Uncle Hua, put it away." Don't get dirty. ”

Steward Hua nodded, he naturally noticed the sadness and grievances on Xiao Douding's face just now, he put the photo albums back in their places, cleaned up the dining table, and served Mu Nian'an a bowl of Chinese medicine in the morning and evening before she went to the hospital for a physical examination.

When Mu Nianan pinched his nose and poured the important down, he secretly swore in his heart that he would squeeze out time to go to the hospital for a physical examination tomorrow! She didn't want to drink this damn herb anymore!

Xiao Douding stuffed the candied fruit into Mu Nian'an's mouth in time, and finally made her expression less hideous.

"Second aunt, the time is almost up, the housekeeper has to send me to Grandpa Weikang. Are you going out to do some shopping now? ”

Brigadier Ye? Why are you looking for him when you look at the exhibition-Mu Nianan quickly reacted.

It's an exhibition that is not open to the public, and it's still about weapons, and the biscuits have been begging for a long time before they are allowed...... Do you still need to ask? The answer is obvious.

Mu Nianan nested lazily in the sofa and waved her hand: "You go, the second aunt has to recuperate." ”

Cookie wondered, "Recharge?" Second aunt, what are you going to do? ”

"Listen to the play."

"Mansion No. 9 Feng Jiuye's play?"

Mu Nian'an was shocked, "Biscuit, you deserve to be a surname." ”

So that he can hit with one hit?

Little Biscuit wrinkled her brows, "Second Auntie, although I haven't heard of Feng Jiuye's play. But Uncle Ye told me that Feng Jiuye's play is not good. You have to pay attention to yourself. ”

Mu Nian's heart was 'grunt-' again, she shrunk her neck, "It's okay, your second uncle told me yesterday, let me go to the play with peace of mind." You just have to be prepared, because you're going to be scared. ”

"Anyway, you pay more attention to yourself, Uncle Ye is also here, right? If you have anything, go to Uncle Ye. ”

"Don't worry, I will definitely hold on to your Uncle Ye and not let go!"

"Second aunt, then I'm going out." Xiao Douding came over and kissed Mu Nian'an's cheek, "I want to spend a happy day today." ”

"You too!"

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Mu Nian'an put the teacup on the coffee table, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message with a sarcastic and cool face.

[See you at Mansion No. 9, the time will wait for me to tell you. 】

[Understood, Miss.] I'll wait for your time. 】

Glancing at it casually, Mu Nianan called Lao Huang lazily, wanting to tell him something. She couldn't wait for the appointment to come down before she set out to fulfill her duties as vice president. Yesterday, a military order was made in front of Quan Shaoting, and it would take a year to make Huanyu Entertainment's profits become one of the top ten subsidiaries of Huanyu Group, and her pressure was not small. There are some things that she has to let Lao Huang prepare now.

Who would have thought that the phone was connected, but no one answered.

Strange, she deliberately called Lao Huang's work mobile phone, even if it was the middle of the night, Lao Huang would definitely get up to answer the phone, what's wrong today?

But Mu Nianan didn't care too much, just thought that Lao Huang was busy and didn't hear it. Thinking that when Lao Huang was done with his work, she would call her back when she saw a missed call, so she got up and went to the bedroom to change clothes and prepare to go out.

Lao Huang wasn't busy and didn't hear the phone, the phone kept ringing, but he didn't dare to answer it, he didn't even dare to move, and he was even careful to breathe.

Because, he is sitting in Quan Shaoting's office at the moment, sitting on the leather chair opposite Quan Shaoting's desk, his buttocks are a little wet, his hands are spread flat on his knees, his back is straight, and he is very uncomfortable to sit on.

Cold sweat ran down his cheeks.

In the spacious office, there is only the ringtone of Lao Huang's mobile phone, and the kind of piano music that comes with the mobile phone.

Lao Huang secretly took his eyes to look at Quan Shaoting, who was sitting in front of him.

He sat casually and lazily at his desk, the buttons of his suit unbuttoned to reveal the thin waist outlined by his waistcoat, and he rested one hand on the back of the empty leather chair, turning it gently.

Lazy, elegant, casual.

But the momentum is pressing, and the oppressed old Huang has difficulty breathing.

He has been called by Mr. Quan to sit in his office for a while, maybe two or three minutes, or seven or eight minutes, but Lao Huang feels that he is living like a year, no-seconds like a year.

After Mr. Quan called himself over, except that as soon as he entered the door and said, Lao Huang is here, sit down, wait for me, read a document, and then, get up and personally give him a glass of water and put it in front of him, Mr. Quan never spoke again.

But Ming Mingquan didn't look at the documents at all!

Lao Huang was a little panicked, and he didn't know what Mr. Quan meant by calling him over, but he didn't speak, and he didn't even take a second look.

"Right, right."

If he didn't open his mouth to break the silence, Lao Huang felt that he would definitely be suffocated, so he called out and said with difficulty: "You, you are looking for me...... Yes, what are the commands? ”

"No commands." Quan Shaoting turned his head lightly, and glanced at the sweaty Lao Huang, "Reminder, or advice, there are a few words." ”

"Eh, eh." Lao Huang quickly rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, "Mr. Quan, you said, I must keep your advice and reminders in my heart and keep it firmly in my heart." ”

Quan Shaoting tilted his head, lowered his eyelids, and squinted at Lao Huang, his tone was not heavy, but it was very sharp.

The sharpness that can cut through the skin.

"There are only five sentences in total."

"Eh, eh!"

Quan Shaoting's fingers lightly lit on the leather chair regularly, "First sentence, I don't care if there is a problem with your identity, and whether you are sent by some people to deliberately approach my wife." ”

"Mr. Quan, I-"

"Second sentence, I don't care if your self-sacrifice in the anti-drug brigade is out of your original intention, or if someone instructed you to do it."

"Mr. Quan, I'm really—"

"The third sentence." Quan Shaoting stretched out three fingers lazily, he didn't care what Lao Huang wanted to explain, and he didn't want to listen, he just finished what he wanted to say domineeringly, "My wife trusts you, she chooses to trust you, I don't care what your identity is." ”

Lao Huang sank his heart, clenched the armrests of the leather chair with both hands, trembled his lips, and didn't interrupt Quan Shaoting's words to defend anything.

"The fourth sentence, I am not to blame for everything in the past, no matter what your identity was before, your current identity can only be my wife's henchman."

"The fifth sentence, it's okay if you don't agree, but don't be caught by me, you know what will happen if you are caught by me."

Lao Huang waited for a while, and when he saw that Quan Shaoting had finished speaking, he clenched the handrail, "Mr. Quan, I know what you mean by saying these five sentences to me, but can you take the time to listen to me?" ”

Quan Shaoting's two long legs overlapped together, he shook his ankles, and his small movements also revealed a strong oppressive force.

"I won't listen to you. Just remember my words. ”

After that, Quan Shaoting stretched out his long arm, picked up a document to read, and said without raising his head, "Go down." ”

Lao Huang paused for a few seconds before getting up from the leather chair, but he didn't leave immediately, but stood in front of Quan Shaoting and stopped for a while. As if he didn't see him, Quan Shaoting got up from his desk, sat back on his leather chair, and took a golden pen to make annotations and comments on the document.

"Mr. Quan, then I won't bother you."

Lao Huang hesitated and struggled for a while, and when he saw that Quan Shaoting really ignored him completely, he could only leave obediently.

"Close the door." Quan Shaoting didn't leave the document with his eyelids.

Closing the door for him, Lao Huang felt that his clothes were soaked with sweat. It's like you've just been fished up from the river.

He smiled bitterly, he didn't forget that his mobile phone rang just now, and when he felt out of his pants pocket, he saw that it was Mu Nian'an, and his smile became more and more bitter. He was about to call Mu Nianan back, but someone pressed his shoulder from behind-

"Lao Huang? You're shaking like stepping on a sewing machine, what's the matter? As soon as Feng Yao put his hand on Lao Huang's shoulder, he felt that the body under his hand was trembling wildly.

Suddenly, the expression became suspicious.

Lao Huang was almost scared to death, he cried with an old face, "Assistant Feng......"

looked at Lao Huang's expression, and then looked in the direction he was coming from, it could only be Mr. Quan's office.

Feng Yao had seven or eight guesses in his heart, and he raised the document in his hand.

"Wait for me for a few minutes, you wait for me in my office."

Then he gently pushed Lao Huang's shoulder, signaling him to go to his office and wait, and he walked quickly to Quan Shaoting's office.

didn't let Lao Huang wait too long, Feng Yao came back in five or six minutes.

He closed the door of his office and asked, "Did Mr. Quan knock on you?" It was really hard, I've been through it, and I understand it. ”

Lao Huang wrinkled his old face with a wry smile, "Mr. Quan, that's not as simple as beating me. He almost put a gun to the back of my head......"

No, Mr. Quan's gun was clearly in the back of his head just now!

It's still a loaded gun!