The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

cy entertainment.

Su Mucheng went to the office as usual, pulled out a chair and sat down casually.

After the recording of that reality show, I wanted to be lazy.

"Sister Qi."

"Don't!" Zhang Qi came in from outside and immediately made a big cross with his arm, with a look of horror on his face.

"Madam boss, please don't call me Sister Qi from now on. I'm panicking."

Don't panic?

When she didn't know anything before, she could still take it calmly.

Now, the boss lady calls her sister?

My heart can't bear it.

Su Mucheng tilted her head, leaning back on the chair as if she had no bones: "I have no involvement in this company."

She took out her mobile phone and said casually, "It's just my husband's property."

Zhang Qi: "......"

Old Versailles.

"Hey, Sister Yiyiqi, why are there fewer and fewer announcements from Han Qianyi?"

Qin Xiaomeng flipped through the schedule in her hand in confusion, feeling a little confused.

Han Qianyi's response in the entertainment industry is very good. If this continues, becoming a first-line star will be just around the corner.

Zhang Qi shook his head and said quite naturally: "Mr. Cheng personally ordered it."

It's probably because of the public favoritism.

Blatantly.

"Mr. Cheng's order?!"

Qin Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered, before, Cheng Zixiu seemed to have told him to hide him in the snow? ? ?

Fuck!

You're not really going to do it, are you? !

Qin Xiaomeng threw her schedule on the table, took out her cell phone and called Cheng Zixiu.

"Cheng Zixiu, did you attack Han Qian?"

Be confident!

Pretty vicious.

Cheng Zixiuren was sitting in the conference room of the Cheng Group. It was a serious meeting.

He held the phone and listened to the questioning voice on the other end of the phone. He raised his lips like a smile and admitted generously: "Just a little bit."

If he really moved, he might not even have a chance to appear on camera.

"Cheng Zixiu!"

Qin Xiaomeng rolled her eyes angrily: "Can you stop caring so much? He's my friend since I was a kid! Just a good friend!"

"Yeah, so I only moved a little."

Qin Xiaomeng: "..."

"What? You want to fight with me?" Cheng Zixiu crossed his legs. Others may not know.

But all the shareholders in the conference room understand that this person doesn't come to the company very often.

It's only about once a month, like a woman's aunt.

Once it comes, it’s a bad day.

Now this tone of voice that was half-smiling was a little bit irritating.

Contention?

Fight ass!

See you again Nima!

Qin Xiaomeng cut it off and threw the phone on the table.

Cheng Zixiu suddenly heard a busy tone: "..."

His face darkened little by little.

This phone call made the already sad atmosphere in the conference room even worse.

the other side.

Mo Yanchen was sitting in the office, taking a video call.

"Are you looking for a medicine to conquer your nerves?!"

At the other end of the video is a mixed-race man with fair skin and three-dimensional, beautiful and delicate facial features.

She wears a cross earring on her left ear, which is eye-catching and flamboyant.

His Chinese name is Gong Qing, and he often wanders around the world, like a wandering soul, involved in a little bit of everything.

Mo Yanchen bit a cigarette and held it in the corner of his mouth, tilted his head and lit the fire.

The metal lighter was particularly loud in the quiet conference room.

The sharp features in the smoke were clear and unique: "Yes."

Gong Qing took a moment to look at it, corrected his attitude, and said extremely rigorously: "Master Chen, this medicine to attack the nerves is extremely difficult."

"So, go check it out."

Both parties communicated in fluent English.

Smooth and low.

Gong Qing: "..."

Nervous drugs themselves are extremely scarce. Where can he go to find them?

What's more, the infection erodes the differentiation of the nerves.

The video screen cuts off.

Mo Yanchen leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and pinched his tired brows with his fingers.

Shrouded in mist.

About this matter.

He had a deep talk with Xiao Han.

The toxins in the research library invade the nerves through the blood and begin to eat away at the brain.

Her memory will begin to show signs of fragmentation and blanks, and will slowly decline, and even her intelligence will be eroded and reduced.

It was far beyond Xiao Han's understanding. Surgery was extremely risky.

According to conservative estimates, the success rate is two percent.

This is the result he came up with after discussions with brain and neurologist experts.

If Su Mucheng went into battle in person, the success rate would be only 5.00%.

She has extremely high medical attainments and extraordinary talent.

But, I can't do it for myself...

With such a low success rate, it was impossible for him to take the risk.

Mo Yanchen opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, and reached out to pick up the photo frame on the table.

Inside, there was the image of her kissing him.

Very beautiful.

The man's cold, white and slender fingers gently rubbed the edge of the photo frame, and the clear outline became softer.

Baby, I will do my best to make you well.

If you fail, then, from now on, your wife will be you and your baby will be yours.

All things are caused by you.

He has arranged the way in and the way out.