One Hundred Ways the Uncle Collapsed

It's like enjoying it.

It seemed that he was rushing to act as a stepping stone for her.

'Oh, have you been underestimated? '

'To shut up. '

'She thinks farther than you do. '

One sentence made Keigo Atobe realize something, his frowning brows slowly relaxed, and he snorted, which was quite smart.

Keigo Atobe kept his word, and his assistant knocked on her door as soon as the rest of the staff returned to their posts in the afternoon.

Weng Jing didn't take the assistant out to show off and demonstrate. Instead, he asked the assistant to sit in the office and drink coffee for half an hour.

The assistant was also uncomfortable. He thought he would be ordered to do so without touching the ground, but unexpectedly he came down to have a coffee?

After finishing his coffee tremblingly, the person who had been sitting behind the desk raised his head at this moment, sent him out of the office with a smile on his face, and then closed the door mercilessly.

Assistant: ...What's the situation?

Facing the probing people outside the office, the assistant felt that he understood something.

He turned around and went back to the general manager's office on the 25th floor to report with indifference.

Seeing that his general manager still had that frozen face, he answered and let him go out.

When the door was closed, the assistant seemed to see the raised eyebrows of the general manager.

As if his eyes were not very good, how could his general manager, who was covered in ice sculptures from his bones, have such a vivid expression?

Probably because I have used my eyes too much recently.

After hearing the assistant's report, Atobe Keigo felt that he really underestimated her, no matter what, she was from the Atobe family.

She is very smart, the effect of leaving his assistant in the office is far better than taking the assistant out for a circle to show off.Silent deterrence is always the most dreadful.

But that's about it.He won't make any more shots.

If someone offered a pillow when she was sleepy, she would naturally accept it.

After thinking about it, she can also understand why Keigo Atobe did this, probably because of what happened that night, but since he has his own heart, he can just take it.

Weng Jing stayed in the office all day, seemingly doing nothing, but the rumors in the company changed a lot quietly.

When I left the company, the rumors were completely different from what they were at noon.

'This new director doesn't seem to be simple. '

'Does it have anything to do with the general manager? '

'I heard that her last name is Atobu! '

'I heard it's still a turtle. '

Sure enough, most people only see things with their eyes, but they don't know that eyes can also deceive people at certain times.

Back at the Atobe house, Weng Jing also didn't go down for dinner, but asked the old housekeeper Michael to send him upstairs.

After all, she didn't want to see a certain president, and a certain president didn't want to see her.

She didn't come out of the room until midnight, planning to go to the kitchen to warm a glass of milk, which would help her sleep.

Walking to the kitchen, the exquisite decoration is comparable to the living room of ordinary people, perhaps even more luxurious and elegant.

It was dark in the kitchen, but the door of the tall upright freezer was opened, revealing a little light, illuminating the people squatting in front of the door.

Weng Jing stepped forward, leaning on the freezer door with his hands, and bent down: "What are you doing?"

The man was taken aback, his sea-blue eyes were wet, his mouth was bulging with cake, and he could clearly see the act of stealing.

Weng Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

The squatting person stood up abruptly, his fair skin flushed, his hands fluttering, and he coughed from choking when he hurriedly swallowed what was in his mouth: "You, don't think about it! It's not what you imagined!"

The woman looked at him, then at the freezer door in front of him, and shrugged.

"Anyway, it's not what you think! It's time for me to eat." The person in front of me now should be the self-proclaimed cutie.

"Eating?" She expressed... her own doubts about this word.

"He eats too little, I'm going to be hungry at night! Now it's my turn, I definitely want to eat." After the young master groaned, he felt that something was wrong, and raised his eyes to look at her viciously. , "You! Don't talk nonsense! Destroy my reputation!"

The corner of Weng Jing's mouth twitched: "I'm sorry, I don't have that skill or energy."

"Hmph, no one will believe you if you tell me anyway!" The eldest young master raised his chin, which made her see the shadow of someone after the last world was normal.

...Why do I suddenly think of him?

"Aren't you sleeping yet? What are you doing in the kitchen in the middle of the night?" Behind him came a gentle and stern voice, and the chandelier above was turned on.

The lights came on.

The moment Mrs. Atobe's voice sounded, Weng Jing saw that the flushed face of the person in front of him turned white instantly, without any blood color.

Atobe Keigo pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Weng Jing reached out and took out a bottle of fresh fresh milk from the freezer, and then slowly closed the door.Turning around and looking at Mrs. Atobe: "Sister-in-law, let me warm a glass of milk."

"Hmm." Mrs. Atobe stepped forward, her eyes fell on the person behind her, showing a little disgust, "What about you? Why don't you stay in your room? Don't you know what's going on with you?"

"..." Atobe Keigo lowered his head, his eyes were covered by his broken hair, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, only the corners of his lips were straightened.

"Go back quickly! Shame on you!" Mrs. Atobe's brows darkened, and she was furious instantly, her dislike and disgust in her words were undisguised.

Weng Jing took a step forward and met Mrs. Shangjibu's eyes: "Sister-in-law, it's late at night, go back to sleep."

"Hmph, you actually protect him?" Mrs. Atobe's eyes showed surprise, and then she retracted her eyes. Before turning around, the corners of her mouth moved. Weng Jing instantly felt the strong and strange aura emanating from the person behind her.

Mrs. Atobe left, but she heard her last words clearly.

She said: Monster.

Although Keigo Atobe is the child conceived after her marriage with the president of Atobe, even if she has no feelings, she shouldn't say this to a completely innocent person like this.

In particular, half of Keigo Atobe's current situation is the responsibility of her and the president of Atobe.

Weng Jing frowned, turned back, and the wall lamp above his head reflected the man's pale cheeks.

Pass the milk in your hand: "Drinking milk is not easy to gain weight."

Atobe Keigo:…………

"After all, what you eat has to be reduced by yourself."

Atobe Keigo:…………

The man raised his head, his handsome face was tense, Weng Jing lowered his eyes, looked at his hand still hanging by his side, bent down, took his hand, put the milk bottle into his hand, watched him grab Let go only when you live.

"Drink it hot, good night." After Weng Jing finished speaking, he turned and left.

She didn't look back.

Naturally, he couldn't see the man squatting back on the ground again.

He buried his head deeply, as if trying to hide himself.

But there is nowhere to hide.

54.08

I thought it was over like this.

Who knew that the young master had something wrong halfway through.

gone!

【Ding--】

[Submission release: Find the missing trace department. 】

[Task Reward: Favorability +100. 】

This mission was not clear, Weng Jing just woke up and was still a little confused, the missing track?

As soon as he got out of the room, he saw the panic-stricken maid rushing down from the third floor, Weng Jingmo blinked his black pupils, guessing that something might have happened.

When I walked downstairs, I saw the furious President Atobe and Mrs. Atobe who was full of impatience and disgust.

"Hurry up and find someone for me! What if something happens to the marriage with the Suzuki Group?"

"Didn't he have guessed his situation a long time ago?" Mrs. Atobe ate her breakfast and drank her morning tea indifferently, her appearance was very indifferent.

Hearing this, the president of Atobe suddenly became angry, turned around and shouted at Mrs. Atobe, "What does he look like? Shouldn't you be blamed for his current situation? You still have a conscience when you say this now." ?"

Mrs. Atobe slapped the table and stood up, refusing to give in: "Blame me? Atobe Miichi, who are you calling the shots for with your current appearance? You were the first to say that it was fake news when you received the news of!!"

The face of the president of Atobe turned blue and red in an instant, and the wings of his nose expanded and contracted, obviously he was very angry: "Oh, Masa Atobe, if something really happens to Keigo Atobe, you will know."

"What do I know? I only know that he will not be the life I expected to conceive!" After finishing speaking, Mrs. Atobe reached out and pushed the stool behind her, and strode away from the restaurant.

The stool fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge movement echoed in the empty restaurant, deafening.

The president of the trace department wanted to say something, but when he turned around, he saw a person standing at the door with a calm face.The eyes of the president of the trace department looked extremely ferocious at a certain moment, Weng Jing took a step back and stood outside the door of the restaurant.

The president of the trace department realized that he was not in the right state. He stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and when he took it off again, his face returned to calm: "Michael, hurry up and find someone! Let me know if you find it."

"Yes, sir."

The old housekeeper's face was full of worry. Compared with the parents, this old man was more like a kind elder who was worried about the disappearance of his child.

Weng Jing raised her hand and stopped the old butler's pace. Under the worried and anxious eyes of the old butler, she said calmly, "I'm sorry."

"Is it Jingwu's business?"

"Yes, Miss Jing."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

The old housekeeper fell silent. Seeing this, Weng Jing stretched out his hand and pulled the door leading to the restaurant and closed it.

"Master Jingwu is missing."

In a word, Weng Jing frowned instantly: "When? He usually