sea ​​city.

Nan's Jewelry.

In the office, Nan Jinchuan was sitting on the desk, holding the performance report of the previous month in his hand, looking at it seriously.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, the secretary standing next to him kept his mouth shut and didn't dare to disturb him, for fear that the angry Nan would take his breath away.

"Buzzing—"

The phone on the table vibrated, and Nan Jinchuan picked up the swipe to answer. I don't know what the person on the other end said. His already indifferent face turned cold as frost at this moment.

"I know."

He hung up the phone and put the performance report back in the drawer, picked up the jacket on the chair, and pulled on his tie with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Secretary Li, book me the fastest flight to the imperial capital right away."

Nan Jinchuan left a sentence and strode out of the office with an unprecedented gloomy expression on his face.

"Yes."

Secretary Li followed closely behind him, not daring to ask the reason, and took out his mobile phone to book a flight.

After working for so long, this was the first time she saw Mr. Nan's emotions easily leaked.

If he is not angry, he is already, when he is angry, he is astonishing.

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He Family Mansion.

Yan Zhixu stopped and did not continue to beat these bodyguards with low force.

"lady."

"Ma'am, sorry for disturbing you."

Seeing these bodyguards bow and apologize humbly, Yan Zhixu lifted his eyelids and swept lightly towards the woman who came out.

Mrs. He wore a light purple floral long-sleeved dress and had long black hair.

That face was well maintained, without a single wrinkle, but with dark circles at the corners of the eyes, pale and a little tired, as if he hadn't rested well in the past few days.

After a while, a man in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the house.

"Mr. He."

The leading bodyguard bowed again.

He Zhou looked at the woman beside him with distressed eyes, and sighed, "A Ling, you didn't rest well, why did you come out?"

Mrs. He Song Qingling shook her head weakly, indicating that she was fine, and her eyes fell on Yan Zhixu and Nan Zelin.

There was a pale and weak smile on the corner of his mouth, "Miss Yan, this is all a misunderstanding. You don't have to get angry at the bodyguard of my He Mansion as soon as you come up."

Although this woman looks gentle and harmless, like a lotus flower that blooms beautifully in summer, and is unstained from the mud, but Yan Zhixu has never understood what it means to be sympathetic to fragrance and jade.

Her eyes were slightly sarcastic, and her tone held a gun with a stick, "Misunderstanding? Mrs. He's so-called misunderstanding is that she sent someone to follow my cousin and wanted to tie him up and take him to the imperial capital?"

As soon as the words came out.

The smile at the corner of Mrs. He's mouth was stiff, and she almost couldn't maintain it, and she looked slightly embarrassed.

He Zhou frowned and scolded, "The richest daughter in the sea market? That's how Mr. Yan raised you? Is this your tutor?"

Yan Zhixu rolled his eyes and was stunned for two seconds when he noticed the face of the other party. This person had only one son in his life, and he was still in early death.

Nan Zelin's heart was clouded with gloom, "Where do you need a good attitude towards pigs and dogs? As for my cousin's tutor, I won't bother you."

Hearing this, Song Qingling frowned slightly.

This child is inevitably too rude. Is this how Nan Jinchuan has taught children all these years?

She patted the back of He Zhou's hand, gently opened her pale and bloodless lips, and said in a gentle voice.

"Miss Yan's words are wrong. I'm not sneakily tying people up."

"As a mother, I think it's my right to have my kids around to develop relationships."

As soon as Mrs. He's voice fell, the scene was dead silent.

Those guarding bodyguards were full of horror, worried that they would be silenced when they heard the secrets of the wealthy.