Chapter 133: Then You're the One and Show Me It, Okay!

Seeing him, Song Shihuan was in a trance for a while.

After a while, he barely cheered up and shouted: "Big brother." ”

Shi Mingchen also looked tired, dusty, and rushed back from the imperial capital, seeing Song Shihuan like this now, his eyebrows twisted, and his tone was a little angry: "Didn't I tell you not to go out to socialize when I and Mingyuan were not there, fortunately, the seniors were nearby yesterday, otherwise what would you do?" It's really ...... with Nanqinghe"

"How is that possible!"

Song Shihuan interrupted with a casual smile, and then immediately added: "Oh yes, don't tell Shi Mingyuan about yesterday's incident, otherwise with his temper, I don't know what to do!" ”

Song had to borrow Nan Qinghe's hand to embarrass her, no matter how stupid Nan Qinghe was, he wouldn't accept it all.

That's why I picked such a good time: Shi Mingyuan went to Hollywood to play a cameo role in a crew and flew to Chicago for two weeks, and Shi Mingchen was going to the imperial capital to attend a three-day seminar.

If something really happened, it would take three hours to rush back at the earliest, and at that time, he had almost dealt with the matter, and he was not afraid that Shi Mingchen and them would trouble him.

But I didn't expect that Mu Xiaoting would be killed halfway.

The matter started because of Song Shihuan, and it was Mu Ye who personally called him, and Shi Mingchen inevitably asked a few words about Mu Xiaoting.

It is said that neither of them let anyone last night, and neither of them showed mercy, and now both of them are lying in the hospital.

When Shi Mingchen came back, Song Shihuan was still sleeping, so he went to the hospital to have a look.

The Nan family is here, and a row of trollings is indispensable, but fortunately, Mu Ye and they are all there, and they didn't let Shi Mingchen suffer too much grievance.

In addition, Nan Qinghe was still worried about the piece of land in Song Shihuan's hand, and he didn't dare to let their family say anything too heavy.

But the Liang Zi of the Mu family and the Nan family is completely married.

In just two days, Xingchi openly and secretly intercepted several projects that the Nan family was talking about, and Yan Jin even openly said that he intended to meet with Song Shihuan, and his main target was the land that Nan Qinghe was staring at now.

Xingchi is indeed not a top-ranked enterprise in the real estate industry in Yuncheng, but who calls it backed by Zhiyuan Group, and has such a successful commercial street project as Sinan Mansion.

It is obvious that they are rich and wealthy, and they have no bottom line to support the second young master of their family.

But Mu Er had a dog-like expression on his face, thinking: When did Mu Ye be so kind and rush to give me a head?

Second Young Master Mu faintly felt that he had been calculated, but he couldn't find any flaws.

Nan Qinghe was also in a lawsuit, and after being discharged from the hospital, he went directly to Moshang to find Song Fei.

I almost slapped the table with him directly: "At the beginning, we could say okay, I will sing red face, give the little princess some color and see, you are fully responsible for what happens,"

"Then you're going to give me a one, okay! I was so scared that I wanted to die, I was afraid that something would happen to the ancestor, and I called the old man's medical team to wait upstairs, but now it's good, the old man knows that I am on a bar with the Mu family, and my blood pressure will go up! ”

However, before he finished speaking, Song Fei couldn't help laughing: "That's not right?" ”

As he spoke, he leaned lazily on the sofa, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly constricted, and he said secretly: "Your old man can't stand the past, as the CEO of Nan's Real Estate, don't you just clean up those people as you want?" ”

In a wealthy family, there has never been less of those unsightly pickled things, who has not come step by step, no one has been less involved in family affection and blood disputes, and it has long been no wonder.