Chapter 393: Stroke of God (3)

"Fool." Lhotse Xia did not answer directly, but glanced at her with great disdain and continued to drive.

Only then did Bai Mo realize that he was indeed a fool!

No wonder this guy was not in a hurry at all when he heard that Susan and himself were worried that Yunsheng's portrait rights would be abused, and he was very serious about helping to find a way to come up with ideas, in fact, he had already made a decision!

Distributing all the shares evenly is equivalent to putting everyone on the opposite side of the small bun, and if there are too many shareholders and the power is not evenly concentrated, it is difficult to do this business!

Not only did he expect that the gym would not operate for too long, but he also calculated that Bai Mo would be uneasy because of this, and even thought of a way to subsidize it.

He can think so far at once, no wonder others always say that he is a business ghost,

Bai Mo was surprised, and when he came back to his senses and looked at it again, he found that this one was very familiar.

Go to the Bai family's mansion.

Since setting up a welfare home here, Bai Mo has only looked at the situation from the WeChat pictures sent by the dean, and he has not had a chance to come over, looking at Luo Zixia's enthusiastic appearance, he couldn't help but be curious, and asked with a smile: "Why did you run over in such a hurry?" ”

"I've got something good for you!" Lhotse Xia raised an eyebrow at her.

Soon arrived at the door of the Bai family's mansion, when Bai Mo's opinion was asked before, Bai Mo said that as long as it was for the safety of the children, some adjustments and reinforcement measures could be made, plus I had seen the photos before, and I was a little prepared, but when I was there, it was a different scene. In just a few months, the changes here can be described as earth-shaking, almost all the rooms are used, and there are a lot of toys and all kinds of function rooms, it is very coincidental on the day of coming, there are more than a dozen college student volunteers here to help, it is very lively.

The volunteers didn't know Luo Zixia and Bai Mo, and they didn't ask much if they were well-wishers who came to donate.

The dean and the teachers were all in class, only the security guard at the gate followed, Luo Zixia signaled him to be busy with himself, and pulled Bai Mo to the backyard.

This guy!

He even found someone to build a small tree house in the tree! The troublesome rope buckles were all together, so that he, a man who was quite afraid of heights, could easily climb up, and sat very peacefully.

He triumphantly handed over a bottle of water and grinned, "How's it going?" From now on, if you want to come, we'll come and sit down, great! ”

Bai Mo was helpless, and the two of them were like children, huddled in the small tree house road where it was difficult to stretch their fists, recalling that day when he still sat with her for more than an hour with a pale face, his heart was also warm.

It's been so long, and he still remembers this, and he still takes this as a serious thing.

I couldn't help but smile and looked into the distance, the sunset was like blood.

The whole world was dyed red, in front of the house was an endless depression, behind the house was a carefree child, Bai Mo looked at the sky, and silently thought in his heart, grandpa's dream was nothing more than that.

He knew that she was very moved, but he didn't immediately rush over and hug her, but smiled deeply, sighed a little weakly, and said, "I have something to tell you." ”

"You're not planning on getting a treehouse at home, are you?" Bai Mo laughed, worried that the children would follow his example and crawl around.

"I," he paused, then whispered again, "this time the friction with the Sino-Ocean Group is inevitable. ”