After rebirth, the soft and small milk bag vest can no longer cover

Lin Sisi asked subconsciously: "Yuli, do you have a cold?"

Youli handed the fruit plate to her bed and moved a stool for Qin Sui. Qin Sui thanked her sweetly. Then Youli said, "It seems like someone is saying bad things about me."

"Ok?"

Lin Sisi expressed confusion.

Who can say bad things about you?

-

Mu Jingxian had been troubled at work these days because of that incident. He had finally made some progress in cooperation with the Qian family, but Qian Ruisen was admitted to the hospital again, which caused the work to be delayed. It wasn't long after he was discharged from the hospital, but his own sister was admitted again. It had to be said that he felt very upset.

The first person Mu Jingxian thought of at that time was Qian Jiahong, the child of the Qian family. How could his sister break her arm again for no reason? It was definitely not as simple as her own fall. Her sister covered up for the child when she broke her arm last time, and she lied to him this time. There must be a big trick here.

So Mu Jingxian's first reaction was to find trouble with the kid. He contacted Qian Ruisen that night and planned to have a private conversation with the father and son.

This time, Mu Jingxian did not wait for the two at the Mumu Group, but waited in a luxurious box in a five-star hotel that he opened privately. The waiters had already served a table of dishes one after another, but Mu Jingxian had no appetite. He sat there upright waiting for the two of them to arrive. The longer he waited, the more impatient he became.

At that time, Qian Jiahong was studying hard at home. Suddenly, his father called and hurried over to say that he would take him to meet President Mu. Qian Jiahong understood what he meant without having to guess.

Because Qian Ruisen was in poor health, he hired a special driver, who was sitting in the back seat with Qian Jiahong at this moment. Qian Jiahong looked at Qian Ruisen's face from time to time, and seeing that he looked pale, he felt a little uncomfortable.

After thinking for a long time, he finally said in a low voice: "Dad, you should have a good rest."

Qian Ruisen spoke in a cold voice with a hoarse throat. He looked at the night scene of the city whizzing past the window outside and fell into a daze unconsciously. After Qian Jiahong had said this for a long time, Qian Ruisen began to respond to his words.

"Do you know what cooperation Dad discussed with Mr. Mu a while ago?"

Qian Jiahong knew that he had discussed cooperation with President Mu, but he didn't know what kind of cooperation it was. His father kept the matter secret and even he had never mentioned it.

However, the only thing he knew was that his father and Mr. Mu were working together to deal with the Lin family. As for why, how, and what means they used, he didn't know. But he was looking forward to this matter being successful. Although he wanted to ask, Qian Jiahong was very obedient. If his father didn't say it, he wouldn't take the initiative to mention it.

But now when his father asked about this, Qian Jiahong had to think quickly, thinking to himself, could this incident be related to Mu Jingyue's arm?

No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't connect the dots, so he simply said he didn't know.

After saying this, he rubbed his fingers nervously.

"It's not the right time yet, you'll know when the time comes."

-

When they arrived at the hotel and followed the waiter to the private room, Qian Jiahong smelled the aroma of food as soon as he opened the door. In this dim orange-yellow private room, he also saw Mu Jingxian sitting upright at the table in a formal suit. When they came in, his sharp eyes were fixed on him, as if he was trying to find out something.

Qian Ruisen bent down to Mu Jingxian and said, "Mr. Mu, we are here."

Qian Jiahong also bowed to show his respect to Mu Jingxian.

Mu Jingxian said calmly: "Please take a seat first. Let's not be idle and talk about business directly."

In the following conversation, Qian Jiahong kept his head down and said nothing. Even though the food on the table exuded an enticing aroma, Qian Jiahong was unmoved, because what they were talking about was Mu Jingyue's broken arm at school.

Although Qian Ruisen hadn't yet realized that President Mu had called them over here just to talk about such a small matter, and frowned, thinking that it was nothing to be surprised about, but in Mu Jingxian's eyes, this matter was a huge deal.