flirt with a rich man

, watched it several times and ran to Xiao Zhuo and asked, "Where's Uncle Hou?"

Xiao Zhuo replied: "He said he was away on business for a few days."

"Then a business trip for a few days."

"I do not know."

"Xiao Zhuo, go ask."

"I don't ask."

If you don't ask me, ask yourself, Yiming muttered, took off his shoes, ran to the small room, held the card, climbed on the sofa, and pressed the numbers one by one.

To Yiming, Hou Hao is nothing.

Xiao Zhuo sighed without interfering, frowning and preparing dinner.

Inexplicably, there was one more person.

Now suddenly one person is missing.

Xiao Zhuo looked back at his son, his heart was in a mess, and he couldn't find the thread when he tried to smooth it out.Smelling the scent of perfume on the tip of his nose, he wakes up and wraps Hou Hao's scarf around his neck, "It smells like a bag." He stretches out his hand and is about to tear it off.

But at the moment when the cold air invaded, I wrapped it up again, comforting myself, "I don't need it when I get better."

……

Hou Enterprise.

The driver stood beside him respectfully, and a man dressed as a bodyguard held a middle-aged man in a padded jacket, grabbed his hair and raised his head to see what he looked like.

The eye sockets were purple, the blood at the corners of the mouth had congealed, and the cold wind whizzed past, shaking his whole body into a sieve.

"I...I really don't dare...don't dare..." After finishing his sentence tremblingly, he became even more frightened when he saw the leather shoes approaching.