"Do you want to go? Don't you always wonder what the 12-year-old CEO looks like? "
Cold little constant pressure in the heart of doubt, looking at Shen Qingqing, continue to say.
The reason why he and Shen Qingqing pay so much attention to Fengming group and the 12-year-old CEO is that they suspect that the teenager is mo mo.
However, this is only their suspicion, they have no evidence.
It's just a guess.
After all, if Mo Mo were alive, he would be a 12-year-old boy now.
All this is too coincidental, too coincidental, too strange, too abnormal, too suspicious.
"Well, let's go and meet the twelve year old CEO." Shen Qingqing nodded and looked serious.
"What time does the party start?" Shen Qingqing asked.
"Eight o'clock sharp, one and a half hours to go." Leng Shaoheng replied, "I'll pick you up when I go home. You can clean up too!"
"Well, I see." Shen Qingqing looked at the time, answered, and stopped the action on her hand.
After hanging up the video phone, Shen Qingqing washed her hands, picked up her mobile phone, left the kitchen, went up to the second floor and went back to her bedroom.
After changing clothes, he also helped Leng Shaoheng choose a pair of matching clothes, which are suitable for high-grade custom lovers.
Shen Qingqing's light make-up, a little pink and Dai, is already the national color, the world's best.
After a while, Maybach's roar, from far to near, finally stopped at the cold house downstairs.
Leng Shaoheng came back. After saying hello to Leng Laozi and aunt Xiaolin in the hall, he went upstairs and went back to the bedroom.
Push open the door, see already dressed up Shen Qingqing waiting for him.
Leng Shaoheng walks over and hugs the woman in her arms, leaving behind a tender kiss.
"Well, go to take a bath and change clothes quickly. The clothes are all matched for you. I'll wait for you below. The old man wants us to have dinner before we go, or we won't know what time the party will end."
Shen Qingqing gently pushed Leng Shaoheng away with a faint smile on her face.
But the tension in the eyes, but did not escape the cold Shaoheng eyes.
He knew what Shen Qingqing was nervous about, or worried about.
She wondered if Fengming group, the 12-year-old president, was mo mo.
If so, what will happen?
If not, what happens?
Leng Shaoheng touched Shen Qingqing's hair and comforted, "no matter what happens, I will be by your side."
Shen Qingqing looked up at Leng Shaoheng's sincere eyes and nodded, "I know, I may It's too much to look forward to. In fact, I know that the 12-year-old is not Mo Mo. "
Speaking of this, Shen Qingqing's voice slightly sank, with a faint loss and a bitter smile.
Mo Mo He died four years ago, in a once-in-a-hundred-year earthquake, and in a rainstorm that never happened in a thousand years.
Dead in the Yellow Sea, no bones.
Only in the cemetery, left a clothes grave, forever live in the memory.
Seeing that Shen Qingqing's mood became sad, Leng Shaoheng patted her on the back to comfort her.
"Well, go to dinner first! I'll come back after I've taken a bath and changed my clothes. " Leng Shaoheng said.
It seemed that he remembered something. Leng Shaoheng gently raised his eyebrows and asked, "Qiqi? I didn't see her downstairs just now. "
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