After Qi Yemo drank a glass of milk, he stood up and tidied up his clothes: "Aunt Ling, you use breakfast slowly, I'm going to the group, I've been busy with some things recently." ”

As he spoke, he waved at Qin Huo, and Qin Huo put on his suit and jacket for him.

Song Ruling asked with concern: "Something happened to the group?" It's not big, alas...... Look at this family, there is not even a person who can help you, if your father is in good health, maybe he will come up with an idea. Yemo, it is difficult for you to support such a large family business. ”

"Aunt Ling, who made me surnamed Qi, I have the obligation to take on this family business." After Qi Yemo finished speaking, he left the restaurant accompanied by Qin Huo.

"Night Ink ......"

When Qi Yemo and Qin Huo walked out of the dining room and passed by the living room, Fei'er's voice came from behind them.

Turning his head, he saw Fei'er holding on to the handrail of the stairs and trotting down.

Her face was full of eagerness: "Yemo, where are you going, why don't you take me with you......"

Qi Yemo looked at Fei'er, and there was no expression on her cold face.

Qin Huo hurriedly blocked in front of Fei'er: "Miss Fei'er, my master and I are going out to run errands, so it's better for you to stay at home." ”

Fei'er didn't listen, she was about to cry: "You left me alone at home, won't you go to see Ye Huanyu, I have seen both of you in my eyes for the past few days, I am silent, but it doesn't mean that I don't know ......"

Qi Yemo's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He walked around Qin Huo to Fei'er, looked down at her already tear-stained face, and a chill emanated from his body.

He grabbed Fei'er's arm: "Don't think nonsense, let's go get down to business, you have a good rest at home." As he spoke, his eyes scanned around.

A maid hurriedly ran to Fei'er's side and gently supported her arms with both hands: "Miss Fei'er, let's go have breakfast first, and then I will accompany you to the garden for a walk." ”

Qi Yemo let go of his hand, turned around and disappeared outside the gate with Qin Huo.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom, like a black lightning bolt, shuttled freely on the crowded road, and Qi Yemo sat in the car and dialed the phone.

"Qi Er, you can call me, it's really rare in ancient and modern times. Let's talk about something, I'll be filming in a while. On the other end of the phone, Qi Yan was lying leisurely on the sleeping chair on the Hengdian studio.

His "Heirs from Earth" is in full swing of filming.

"How many days have you not been home, I limit you to come back within three days at the latest, otherwise you don't expect to be on the screen with that bullshit game of yours or something." Qi Yemo said coldly.

As soon as Qi Yan heard Qi Er's ultimatum, he immediately sat up from the chair: "Hey, the film I made is not called "What", it is called "The Successors from the Earth", do you understand, this is the prequel to "The Inheritors from the Stars", which is very interesting. We are telling the story of the rich generation. Qi Er, don't kill them all, I promise to go home immediately within three days. Okay, without further ado, I'm going to film. ”

Qi Yan hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking, and then sighed, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead, what kind of gun did this Qi Er eat today.

As soon as he put down the phone, the phone rang again, Qi Yan picked up the phone and looked at it, it was still Qi Yemo: "Oh, Qi Er, I know......"

Before Qi Yan could finish speaking, he heard Qi Yemo's cold voice coming from the earpiece: "No one has ever dared to hang up my phone before I hang up the phone." After that, it was followed by a busy phone call of "Toot ......".

Qi Yan is really a little crying and laughing, this Qi Er is really a little childish, and he is so calculating when he hangs up a phone.