"... yes." But within a week, isn't it a little too fast?

The subordinate hesitated to take back the plan, but when he saw the sky high price, he was stunned and looked at Nangong Mo suspiciously - it was such a big pen... Does Mo Shao want to buy someone else's company?

Naturally, Nangong Mo would not explain to him the reason why he really invested in this cutting-edge company: there is only one - useful.

The next meeting proceeded quickly and ended early.

Nangong Mo seemed absent-minded. After listening to the next report, he dispersed the people early. When all the people in the conference room were out, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number he hadn't contacted for a long time——

"Hello, it's me. I want to borrow a plane... Well, the landing is visa free and inspection free... Military direct is also OK... Yes, to the United States. " This will be faster.

What a coincidence!

His military political relationship has been used on her

U.S.A.

In the afternoon, the golden warm sun was projected from the French window and shone on the waxed wooden floor, shining brightly, with the smell of sunshine in the air... Shu munight sat in the rattan chair next to the French window, basking in the sun and dazed.

After she returned to the United States, she suspended all her work, so the days suddenly became leisurely and the time seemed long.

She is killing time here. As for what happened in city a, it seems like a dream.

Next to the rattan chair is an old newspaper that has been read countless times, reminding all the real existence of city a: a group of color pictures on the page recorded a grand wedding across the century, photographed the romantic layout of the wedding scene, and there are many balloons. Those helium balloons flying in the sky constitute her name... Shu Muwan.

But the headline of the news is inconsistent with romance - "mysterious bride, lost single groom"

The green fingertips trembled and caressed the vague wedding scene. Shu Muwan's heart was sour: Nangong Mo, I'm sorry... I can only leave you! But why are you waiting for me at the wedding?

You should know... I won't come.

After sucking her nose, she forced down the surging emotion and threw the newspaper back to one side, but she was still wondering: what's the situation in China now? She doesn't know what happened to him

The newspaper clearly said that there would be "follow-up reports", but she can't even find this newspaper now!

There were other magazines about him at hand. She could only infer his current situation from this phrase——

This is a well written biography!

Rumors

Shu Muwan raised his lips mockingly: in other people's eyes, Nangong Mo is so perfect... But who ever thought how many killings and bloody he left in order to become Nangong Mo known by everyone?

She is not the virgin. She can ignore the life and death of others, but Jack is her best friend. After Jack's things... She won't forgive! How could she persuade herself to stay with Nangong Mo again?

"Mommy, what are you looking at?" Venki's little figure snuggled up and grabbed the gossip magazine in her hand to read it together. Her dark eyes were full of curiosity - eh, isn't this... "Dad"?

"Nothing." Shu Muwan smiled. Before he saw it clearly, he quietly received the magazine and threw it aside at will, "look at the bastard."

She bent down to hold him, but Venki's small body struggled not to rub against her, raised the little red bucket that had just been graffiti in her hand and shouted, "Mommy, I don't want to hold him! It's said that it snows at night. I have to prepare something to make a snowman! "

"Use this?" Shu Muwan pointed to the colorful little red bucket in his hand and frowned in wonder, "what did you draw the outside pattern?"

I always think this rare and bright color is very similar

Uncle Huang's nail polish! Last time I went with you to help him look after the house, I took it by the way. " Venki's answer, of course, instantly confirmed Shu Muwan's conjecture. As he spoke, he raised the bucket a bit like a treasure, "Mommy, do you think it looks good?"

Shu Mu was stunned at night, and he immediately imagined Jack's Distressed scream in his mind.

"Good looking!" With the interest of mischief, Shu Muwan looked forward to Jack's reaction. She touched Venki's head with approval, "take it, anyway, your Uncle Jack flew directly to Europe for an exhibition after he was cured in city A. he should not come back so soon..."

So there is plenty of time to destroy Jack's "cosmetics"!

"Even if I come back, I'm not afraid!" Venki snorted angrily, shook the little red bucket in his hand, proudly raised his head, "who asked him to give me to the bad guys?"

"What bad guy?!" The hand on Venki's head couldn't help but stop. Shu Mu was stunned at night. It was the first time she heard Venki say so.

"It was at the airport a month ago! There is an uncle Tang Yao who obviously doesn't know our family and wants to send me back to the United States... Obviously he is a liar! Uncle Huang Mao also said they were friends... "Venki murmured about a month ago, his mouth full of dissatisfaction with Jack.

When Uncle Huang Mao comes back from Europe, he must be angry and avenge him!

"You said... That man's name is Tang Yao?" Shu Muwan listened carefully to Venki's retelling, and her eyebrows wrinkled. The first reaction in her mind was vigilance - this man was surnamed Tang!

Jack said he was a friend?!

She doesn't believe it!

Because of Jack's "personality reasons", his real friend is only her. How can she not know the other friends? But why did Jack say that and give Venki to each other?

In my heart, some inexplicable panic is breeding and sprouting. Shu Muwan looks at the front with empty eyes and is in a mess——

Tang Yao... The mysterious man who suddenly appeared!

I always feel that Tang Yao has an inseparable connection with those things a month ago, but I can't explore them... It's strange! Did she miss something crucial a month ago?

"Knock, knock!"

Two slight knocks came from the door. Shu Muwan suddenly woke up from her reverie, and Venki immediately jumped to the door, leaving only Shu Muwan to quickly explain "Mommy, I'll open the door!"

“Hi,venki!” It was the child next door, the same four-year-old blonde.

The two children danced and communicated at the door for a while, and Venki rushed back happily: "Mommy, can I make a nest for the pigeons together? Give them shelter from the snow at night! Can I? "

"This..." Shu Muwan was feeling unsafe. The neighbor and leaned in and promised her with a smile, "let the two children play together. I'll take care of them!"

That's what I said. It's just... It's hard to be generous.

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