Chapter 962

Jin Beiqing chuckled and continued, "I have his handle in my hand, and the person he ordered is missing again. He must be unable to sit now."

“……”

Looking at Jin Beiqing, he was already worried. Maureen lowered his head and said nothing more.

"Next, I'll wait for him to show his sincerity when he comes to me."

Hearing this, Mo Lin Meng raised his head, "second young master, do you want the shares in his hand?"

"What else?" Jin North Qing lightly picked to pick eyebrow, "the person in the bottom hand has too big power, but can let me in the heart very uncomfortable."

Maureen's face was cold.

Is he beating himself?

Taking a panoramic view of Maureen's expression, Jin Beiqing's face flashed a smile, "of course, except you, after all, even if you want to betray me, you don't have that brain."

“……”

Should he laugh at Jin Beiqing's trust in himself, or cry that he is so belittled?

Looking at Mo Lin's depressed face, Jin Beiqing smiles coldly, "take this folder away."

"Yes, second young master."

At his desk, Maureen reached for the folder.

"As soon as the time comes, you'll give it to the media."

"Yes, second young master."

Jin Beiqing's index finger tapped twice on his desk. "There are some things that can't be handed over to the media. You can judge for yourself."

"..." Maureen opened the folder.

At a glance, Maureen's pressure doubled.

If he guesses correctly, the person who wrote down these things should be... Jin Beiqing's mother.

It records everything she and Mr. Jin have done since they met.

"Second young master..." Molin closed the folder and hesitated, "or you'd better sort it out yourself. It's really hard for me to judge which things can be handed over to the media."

It's not hard to judge. He doesn't dare to judge.

In case of wrong judgment, he can't bear Jin Beiqing's anger.

"..." Jin Beiqing lowered his eyelids, and a trace of sadness flashed over his face.

Seeing him like this, Maureen's lips moved, and his words stopped.

Although he has been with Jin Beiqing for a long time, he doesn't know much about his mother.

After all, Jin Beiqing can't tell himself everything about his mother.

"Whatever." Jin Beiqing raised his hand and stroked his forehead. "It doesn't matter if it's all handed over to the media. Anyway, it's all old things."

Now that his father has passed away, it's nothing if all of these things are made public.

"Yes, second young master, I'll look at it and sort it out by myself."

"Well."

With a faint reply, Jin Beiqing stood up from his chair and then walked to the French window.

Knowing that he was not in a good mood, Maureen said slowly, "second young master, I'll be busy first."

"Well."

Chong Jin Beiqing bends down slightly, and Molin turns and walks to the office door.

After the sound of closing the door, Jin Beiqing raised his right arm and put his palm on the glass.

This folder came out of the stove when he returned to Gude village after many years.

At that time, he felt that his mother could not leave nothing for him, so he went through every corner.

Sure enough, as I thought, my mother really left something for herself.

"Oh." Jin Beiqing dropped his eyes and gave a bitter smile.

Although his father has passed away in the past so many years, he still can't let go until now.

He and his mother would have been reduced to such a land in those years. Most of them were entrusted with Jin Yushen's "blessing.".

Therefore, he must also let him realize what it's like to have nothing and betray his relatives.

Thinking of this, Jin Beiqing's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness.

Wait. It's just the beginning.

……

After taking a deep bath, Jin Yu simply ate something.Since he was arrested by Jin Beiqing and locked up in the basement, he hasn't eaten much. In addition, he has been hungry for a day today, so he doesn't have much physical strength.

"Young master, the car is ready." The servant went to Jin Yushen and said softly.

"Well."

With a faint reply, Jin Yushen took up his napkin and wiped his mouth. Then he got up and stood up from the chair.

Because he had eaten a little, his face was much better than before, and he was not so pale.

After walking out of the restaurant, Jin Yushen went straight outside the villa.

See him come out, sat in the car Secretary sun quickly opened the door.

After he got into the car, Secretary sun closed the door and started the engine, "young master, who shall we go to first?"

"Where is Fang Ping now?"

"At home."

Jin Yushen leaned back on the back of his chair and said, "go straight."

"Yes, young master."

Dare not delay, Secretary sun quickly started the car.

After the car moved, Jin Yushen lowered the window and reached for the cigarette on the small table.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Jin Yu hooked his lips deeply and his smile was slightly bitter.

Before, he never smoked and seldom drank wine.

But unconsciously, he changed, and even he didn't know himself.

Secretary sun looked at Jin Yushen in the rearview mirror and said hesitantly, "young master, I hope you can cheer up."

“……”

With a light glance at him, Jin Yushen picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette between his lips.

Seeing that he didn't respond to his plan, Secretary sun pursed his lower lip and said nothing more.

After all, he knew that his weight in Jin Yushen's heart was very light.

Fang Ping's home is in a famous villa area in Kyoto.

At the gate of the villa area, Secretary sun stopped the car and opened the door.

After getting out of the car, he went straight to the guard room.

After about three or five minutes, Secretary sun came out of the guard room and went back to the car.

"Young master, the guard has contacted manager Fang."

As soon as the sound of sun Mi's words fell, the railings in front of the car rose slowly.

"Oh." Jin Yu deeply sneered, "I'm at his door. If he dares not to let me in, he's really tired of living."

"Yes, young master." Secretary sun echoed.

At this time, Fang Ping is standing in front of his villa.

Seeing Jin Yushen's car coming, he took two steps forward.

After waiting for the car to stop, Fang Ping opened the back door, "young master."

"..." Jin Yu stares at him with cold eyes.

Being looked at by him with such eyes, Fang Ping's whole body became tense, and thin sweat oozed from his forehead