Chapter 2083

"It's no big deal." Master didn't tell him that he fell in love with Nian Mu.

After all, that woman is also Marcos' partner, and this matter must be kept a little secret, so that the elderly who value the most interests cannot know.

The old man could guess what he was thinking at once, "Who are you looking at this time?"

Master raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, and said indifferently: "Dad, anyway, I have my sense of proportion."

"You are old and young, why don't you hurry up and give me a big fat grandson?" The old man said, he knew that Master was the same kind of person as himself.

Although he loves to play, he attaches great importance to his wife's identity, so the old man is not worried that he will find an ordinary woman to marry like Marcos' father.

"I haven't played enough, Dad, don't mention this." Master said, marriage can lock him up, so he hasn't fallen in love with and married those so-called famous ladies until now.

After all, when those women marry in, he can't mess around.

After all, those women are arrogant and arrogant, they have the same status as him, and they are not submissive, so he can't do things at will, or he might have to coax and accommodate them.

Master only thought of being happy, and didn't want to be bound by this kind of marriage, which would make life lose happiness.

"You're not too young." The old man stared at his beard. He didn't intend to let Marcos inherit the family business in the end. After all, half of his blood came from that woman who couldn't stand on stage.

He is already looking for candidates. Although Master is famous in the circle for being playful and playful, their family is powerful, so there are still many women who are willing to marry Master.

The old man was in a hurry, and wanted Mister to marry a wife and have children, and then train him to be an adult so that he could inherit the family business.

At that time, Marcos is worthless, and he can roll as far as he can.

"Let's talk." Master knew what the old man was thinking.

A man is valuable at any time, especially with his status, so he still wants to continue playing.

"Just play around, don't make a moth!" The old man had no choice but to follow him. When he said this, he deliberately glanced at Marcos.

Master noticed the old man's eyes, he hooked his lips, and said, "Aren't you worried about me? After all these years, I haven't produced a grandson for you, so don't worry."

Marcos paused for a moment when he cut the steak. In their words, they were expressing their dissatisfaction with his identity.

He calmly put down the knife and fork, picked up the goblet, and took a sip of the red wine.

Every movement can become a textbook case in table manners. He has worked hard to learn these manners before, but what about learning them well and doing them standard?

Because of his mother's birth, they looked down on him at all.

"Grandpa, why aren't you curious, who does uncle want to get this time?" Marcos put down his glass and looked at the two with a smile.

Mister was stunned and glared at him.

How did he know he didn't give up?

Seeing the calm expression on Marcos's face, Master suddenly became nervous. Why did he feel that after this kid took over the company, the city was so deep that people couldn't figure it out?

"What do you want to say?" the old man asked.

"It's nothing. It's better for uncle to tell you about these things." Marcos picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, stood up with the same smile on his face, "I'm full, I'll go upstairs to do business with the company first."

The old man watched Marcos leave, with shrewdness in his muddy eyes, and his eyes fell on Mister's face again, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"Father, I do things properly, don't listen to what that kid said." Master still didn't tell him.

Hearing this, the old man didn't continue this topic, but said meaningfully: "Marcos, it's getting more and more difficult to control."

Master smiled and said conceitedly: "No matter how he can, the shares of the family company are still in our hands, father, don't worry."

the other side.

After Marcos left the dining room, he returned to the study.

He opened the mailbox, sent an encrypted file in the computer to Mu Shaoling, and attached a message, "The password is mst, happy cooperation."

...

Mu Shaoling was sitting in the waiting room of the airport. Because of the heavy snow, the plane was delayed, so he and Nian Mu were sitting here waiting for the departure notice.

The phone rang, and he took a look at it, then clicked on the file in the mailbox.

Dong Zijun came over with coffee, "Boss, do you want some coffee?"

Mu Shaoling didn't take it, and while entering the password, he said, "Put it down."

Dong Zijun put down the coffee, looked at Nianmu, held up another cup of coffee, and asked her if she needed it.

Nianmu shook her head, she didn't need coffee that much.

Seeing this, Dong Zijun took his coffee and sat back to his previous seat.

Mu Shaoling looked at the document sent by Marcos, and after deciphering it, it was full of Munster's black history.

He had investigated the important figures of the Marcos family, but he really couldn't investigate such a detailed black history.

After all, big families like these are not allowed to cause any scandals.

Sometimes it's unavoidable, so basically all these scandals are dealt with quickly by PR teams.

As for why Marcos sent these materials to himself, Mu Shaoling raised his head and glanced at Nian Mu who was sitting opposite him, because of her.

Marcos was reminding him that Master did not give up the idea of ​​getting Nianmu. With these black faces, if Master made small moves behind his back, the information in his hand could stop him.

Nianmu noticed Mu Shaoling's gaze, she raised her head and looked back at Mu Shaoling.

"Mr. Mu, what's wrong?" Nian Mu noticed that Mu Shaoling's expression was not good.

Was it because the plane was delayed for so long and he got impatient?

Mu Shaoling picked up the coffee and took a sip. Nian Mu couldn't be blamed for the matter of Master, but he was a little upset that his woman was always being targeted by other men.

Whether it was before or now.

However, no matter who eyes her, in the end she belongs to him.

"It's okay." Mu Shaoling put down his coffee, "Do you want something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." Nian Mu shook his head and said.

Mu Shaoling looked away, and sent a message to Marcos, "Thank you."

"Best trip." Marcos didn't say anything, but sent a blessing.

Mu Shaoling put the phone in his pocket.

At this time, the airport announcement sounded, and the flight they were on was ready to board.

Because it was broadcast in Russian, Mu Shaoling and Nian Mu stood up at the same time. Dong Zijun and others also stood up after seeing it.

Mu Shaoling said to them expressionlessly, "Go and board the plane."

A group of people boarded the plane one after another and left Russia.

Nian Mu's seat was arranged next to Mu Shaoling's. After getting on the plane, she asked the stewardess for a blanket, covered her body and began to rest.