Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Boss?" Qing Huan asked in surprise: "Isn't he Zhong's boss? How did he get involved with Nano?"

"Don't you know that Nano is an industry under Zhong's?"

"..." Well, Qing Huan really didn't think of this - "Why is it such a coincidence, you are in his company...does he know you?"

M said with a smile: "We have met a few times. The first few times were nodding acquaintances, but the most recent time I was rehearsing for a show, and he came to the show to wait for me for 3 hours." Because of this, others thought The big boss has taken a fancy to M, which means unspoken rules—of course, M is too lazy to explain such things.

"What... is he waiting for you?"

"For Mr. Bai." M replied: "He wanted to know your whereabouts, so he found me here."

Qing Huan frowned: "You didn't say anything, did you?"

M looked at Qing Huan: "Doesn't Mr. Bai even trust me? I am the most observant of the rules of the game."

If there is no last sentence, Qing Huan really wants to be grateful.

"Will Zhong Li believe you? He's not that easy to fool."

"Of course I don't believe it, so he followed me two days ago."

"Following you?" Qing Huan stood up: "Why didn't you tell me earlier, if you had told me, I wouldn't have sent you to my door to be an assistant..."

Of course Qing Huan knows how difficult Zhong Li is, but she has nothing to do with him...

"There is a saying in China that says 'the most dangerous place is the safest place'." M said calmly, "He doubted me, and he never thought that I would put you by my side."

Qing Huan let out a sigh of relief: "I always feel very dangerous..."

"There is one thing I really want to know." M stared at Qing Huan.

"what's up?"

"Among these people, who does Mr. Bai least want to be recognized or found?"

"I don't want to be..." Qing Huan paused, looking at M: "Why do you ask this question?"

"Because, the person I don't want the most should have the greatest influence on Mr. Bai." M said with a smile.

Qing Huan was silent for a while, then replied: "This is my business."

"..." M stared at Qing Huan for a while, then stretched his waist: "Is Mr. Bai hungry? Let's have something to eat together."

In fact, Qing Huan felt a little guilty when M was staring at her just now, but he had already changed the subject, and Qing Huan breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"I think……"

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After nine o'clock in the evening, M's work was not over yet, and Qing Huan went home first because she had to go to class the next day.Bought something from a convenience store and headed home, unexpectedly saw a person he didn't expect to meet again - the fortune teller he met with Zhong Li in the night market that time, he was wearing a black coat and black trousers, with a stick in his hand. Holding a blind cane, she walked forward bit by bit, and her beautiful eyes were lifeless, staring straight ahead.

Qing Huan watched him pass by her side, but she didn't expect him to stop there, and turned to "look" at herself.

"Long time no see." He said.

Qing Huan was startled: "Are you... talking to me?"

"Yes." He said slowly, "We met a few months ago."

"Are you sure..." Qing Huan said, "The person you met was me?"

He was probably in poor health, coughed a few times, and then said in a hoarse voice: "I'm blind, I can't see things that ordinary people can see, but I can also see things that ordinary people can't see. Your fate is very special. Ordinary, how could I admit my mistake."

It turned out that he really recognized it... Could it be possible that this blind man really has heavenly eyes?

Qing Huan looked around, but no one noticed them, so she said: "I'm afraid you mistook the person, sir, I haven't seen you before."

"Fate is destined, what should come will always come, and escaping will only make you farther away from fate." These words, like a prophecy, entered Qing Huan's heart word by word.

Qing Huan's expression froze: "Fate is fate, can't manpower change fate? If you would rather die than surrender, what can fate do?"

The fortune teller chuckled lightly: "Can you really change your fate?" His laughter was ridiculed, but he didn't know who he was mocking.

"Why not?"

The fortune teller paused: "If you can still say that when you see me next time, then I will tear down the signboard myself."

"Okay." Qing Huan knew that they would definitely meet again.

"Finally, there is a sentence I want to give you."

"What?"

"The most difficult enemy to subdue in this world is yourself."

Qing Huan chewed this sentence carefully, and when she was about to ask in detail, the fortune teller came and went without a trace just like last time.

If he has the eyes of the sky, he can see the future, so what does his sentence mean...

When Qing Huan returned home, he heard movement in the kitchen, and the smell of food filled the air—the sky was falling, as "Xiao Wen", every time he came home, he was greeted with a cold room, so warm It's really unexpected... Could it be that Xiao Rui has really figured it out and wants to be a good mother?

Just as Qing Huan was thinking, with the sound of crackling high heels, a pink figure came out of the bedroom. The woman with makeup on her face smiled when she saw Qing Huan: "Smell, you are back."

"Mom..." Qing Huan was taken aback, and looked towards the kitchen where there was still the sound of cooking.

"Smell, we haven't eaten together for a long time, let's have a good meal today." Xiao Rui's face was overflowing with happiness.

At this time, a head poked out from the kitchen: "Wen Wen is back, wait a little longer, we will be able to eat soon."

It turned out to be Zheng Cong!

He was actually cooking in the kitchen!He looks like a good man!Qing Huan really has that kind of husky feeling - this is too shocking...

Looking for Xiao Wen's memory, it is indeed a long time ago, Zheng Cong did play the role of a gentle and kind "stepfather" in the early days, but that was also a long time ago...a memory that was almost covered up!

"I heard, Ah Cong came back and confessed to me. He even took back the house deed, saying that he would never gamble again, never do those foolish things again, and he will treat you and me well in the future, and we will live a good life together." Xiao Rui whispered to Xiao Wen that she couldn't hide the smile on her brows and lips no matter what—she really loved this man, even if she was hurt, as long as he was a little gentle, she would change her mind.

"Mom, do you trust him?" Qing Huan asked with a frown.

Xiao Rui nodded, and said cautiously: "Wen Wen, are you unhappy? Mom knows that Ah Cong has done a lot of bad things before, but he is willing to change it. Can you try to forgive him?"

Qing Huan sighed in his heart - this woman is really hopeless - but on the surface he still nodded slightly.

Xiao Rui immediately beamed with joy, like a child.

Wearing an apron, Zheng Cong came out of the kitchen with a pot of soup, and said a little embarrassedly: "I haven't cooked for a long time, it's a little rusty, and the taste may not be very good..."

"It's okay, it's okay to eat at home..." Xiao Rui walked over: "I'll bring it out for you."

"Ah."

The two of them walked towards the kitchen together, walking side by side, looking from the back, they really seemed to be right.

However, Qing Huan was not confused. Although Zheng Cong kept smiling and looked gentle, his unlucky blackness did not disappear, but became more obvious——

He wanted to see what kind of tricks this man was trying to play.