(Cat flutter Chinese) "Who?" The man was thundered and bounced up from the stool, staring at the door vigilantly.

A black trouser leg entered the woman's perspective, and then the tall man who stepped in appeared his figure, and his face couldn't help but tighten, but by the tension on his face, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was directly widened, perfect and natural.

Then he stood up, greeted him like an old friend, hooked the man's arm, and asked with a chuckle, "Why are you here?" ”

Jing Mohao put his hands in his pockets, and the corners of his mouth hooked a smile that bewildered all beings, so strong that it only floated on the surface, and it was not contaminated with the bottom of his eyes at all.

He chuckled in response, but his tone was sarcastically congratulatory, "Xiqin, when did you become a lady, and you won't notify me of such a big happy event?" I don't know if it's the young lady, or... Madame Marshal? ”

A trace of stiffness flashed on Wen Xiqin's face, and then turned into a smile, and he slapped him on the arm a little shyly, "Even you started laughing at me?" Don't listen to their nonsense, what's the matter, come, butler, let me introduce, this is the eldest young master of our empire, Jing Mohao. ”

The butler on the opposite side had just relaxed after listening to their playful conversation, and after listening to Wen Xiqin's introduction, his face instantly turned pale.

He just wondered what kind of person could make Wen Xiqin, the eldest lady, the future young lady entertain so kindly, and thought it was the distinguished guest she invited today, but he didn't expect it to be such a big guest.

And it's what they've always regarded as a key hostile object... Jing Mohao.

Why did Wen Xiqin invite him over? Looking at her freely, it doesn't look like she didn't know before, is it deliberately luring the enemy to go deeper, wanting to catch the turtle in the urn?

"Mo Shao, I have admired the name for a long time." The housekeeper greeted Jing Mohao stiffly, as if he knew that Jing Mohao's status was noble, and his temperament was arrogant, so he would not shake hands with him, so he simply bowed his waist like a servant.

Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows slightly, avoiding Wen Xiqin without a trace, pulling his hands together, very consciously pulling away the seat, taking a step with long legs, and sitting in the middle of the long table with a king-like noble temperament, as if he was the master here, they were just a group of unknown juniors who came to their own territory for interviews.

The two glanced at each other, and Wen Xiqin secretly handed the housekeeper a look.

They had also tried to track Jing Mohao's whereabouts before, and wanted to carry out a sneak attack, but they had been drawing water with bamboo baskets.

They have tried every means to deal with Jing Mohao's industrial base, but they have been ineffective.

As the saying goes, the thief captures the king first, and now that he has sent it to the door himself, and it is in their internal arsenal, it is simply a good opportunity to fight back.

The housekeeper nodded knowingly, and said politely towards Jing Mohao, "Mo Shao, you and your husband... Miss Wen chatted first, and I won't bother for now. ”

"Hey," Jing Mohao stretched out his hand to stop him, and then dropped his fingertips, and a series of subdued and frustrated sounds came out of the table, as if beating on someone's disordered pulse, only to hear the man speak aloud, "You don't have to be busy preparing snacks and food for me, it's rare to see each other, everyone sit down, we... Let's talk. ”

It was clearly such a warm word, which came out of Jing Mohao's mouth, but with a strong threatening aura.

As if to say, if you dare to go out and give Lao Tzu good things, grandpa can shoot you on the spot now.

Hearing this, the housekeeper almost knelt down with his legs bent, and looked at Wen Xiqin a little helplessly.

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