Almighty flower care master

The night is deep.

At this point in time, except for some special business places where people are still active, most people have already entered a deep sleep.

A luxury villa in Repulse Bay, with tall iron doors slowly opened to both sides, a black Bentley sedan galloped in, the car stopped, and a man in a white suit walked out of the car slowly.

The man was well-dressed and tasteful, with a fair complexion and a head of hair that was combed meticulously.The smile on his face is as gentle as a spring breeze, and it is very easy to win people's favor.

As soon as the man got out of the car, a middle-aged man strode out of the room and greeted him, "Young Master An, you're here, please come inside."

An Yiqing nodded slightly, and followed the middle-aged man inside.

In the living room of the villa, on the sofa, Zhao Rujing was smoking a cigarette. He smoked heavily, and after one puff, there was only a small half of the cigarette left in his hand, and his face looked a little bored.

An Yiqing walked over, sat down casually opposite him, and said with a slight smile, "What, are you in trouble?"

Zhao Rujing glanced at him, threw the cigarette case over, and said, "Have you heard about what happened at the reception?"

An Yiqing smoked a cigarette, lit it with a "snap", and said, "I've heard of it, it's just a boring game of stinky feet."

Frowning deeply, Zhao Rujing stared at him and said, "You really think so?"

Breathing out a puff of thick smoke, An Yiqing's eyes flickered, and he said thoughtfully: "It is undeniable that Qin Yang is indeed quite capable and charming..."

Having said that, he didn't continue to talk.

No matter how much he thought highly of Qin Yang in his heart, it was quite awkward to say such words out of his mouth, which made him very upset.

Zhao Rujing withdrew his gaze and said coldly: "You have dealt with him many times before, and you know what kind of person he is. Since the organization appointed you as a contact person, they must have taken this into consideration. But I'm not a fool, don't take your cleverness in dealing with others on me."

An Yiqing smoked a cigarette, without much change in expression, and said, "What is the Zhao family planning to do?"

"The Zhao family has never been anyone's vanguard, right?" Zhao Rujing replied before saying, "I want to see your sincerity first."

An Yiqing chuckled, and said: "At the reception tonight, what Qin Yang did was obviously torn face off with the Zhao family. You don't seem to be in a hurry at all, which is really surprising."

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Zhao Rujing said sternly.

"Oh, of course not. I just remind you kindly that things like cooperation are for both parties. Your Zhao family has some ability, but it may not be taken seriously by the organization. It is obviously too much for you to want benefits without sacrificing." A little naive, no one is a fool, right?" An Yiqing said lightly.

Zhao Rujing was silent. Of course he understood the meaning of An Yiqing's words, but wealth and wealth have always been the pursuit of victory. If the Zhao family doesn't even have this bit of courage, they are not qualified to participate in this game at all.

"What should be done by the Zhao family, the Zhao family will not miss anything, please rest assured about this." Zhao Rujing said.

An Yiqing chuckled, and said: "One more reminder, no matter how powerful Qin Yang is, he is only one person. He is in Hong Kong. As the host, wouldn't he be very sorry if he didn't treat him well?"

Having said that, An Yiqing flicked his cigarette butt, got up and walked outside, Zhao Rujing watched him leave, feeling extremely depressed in his heart, and suddenly doubted whether the Zhao family's decision was right or wrong.

But there was one thing he knew very clearly in his heart, whether it was right or wrong, the Zhao family had no way out.

……

……

As soon as there is a sound of greed and joy, I don't know what night it is.

When he woke up the next day, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning, Nan Qiaomu's soft body was wrapped around Qin Yang's arms, with a faint smile on his face.

The little girl has made great progress in a short period of time from being afraid of intercourse to enjoying covetous intercourse, which filled Qin Yang with a sense of accomplishment. Of course, Nan Qiaomu's coquettish taste also made him want to live and die, and he couldn't stop.

"Wake up, do you want to come again?" Qin Yang tempted with a smirk.

Nan Qiaomu shrank back, blushed and said, "No, you're bullying me to death. What time is it now, and grandpa said we should go back early to have breakfast with him."

Qin Yang took the phone and showed her the time, Nan Qiaomu immediately rolled off the bed and shouted, "You scoundrel, if you don't wake people up so late, grandpa will definitely scold me to death."

After washing up, the two of them went out to leave the room, and Qin Yang returned to the South Mansion in the car driven by Nan Qiaomu.

Although it is a hot summer, the weather in Hong Kong is much better than that of Mingzhu. The temperature outside is not too high, and occasionally there is wind, which makes it quite cool.

Nan Qiaomu took Qin Yang's arm and entered the South Mansion. Not far from the door, he saw a middle-aged maid striding over and said worriedly: "Young Master Qin, Miss, you are here, the master is angry."

Nan Qiaomu stuck out his tongue playfully, and said to Qin Yang: "Look, I knew Grandpa would be angry, what will you do later?"

Qin Yang rubbed his nose and said, "What else can I do, maybe I want to break my leg, so go in quickly."

As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp sound of "bang" coming from a distance, something was smashed, Nan Qiaomu shrank her neck in panic, and the maid said: "Young Master Qin, this is already the third This time, you guys have to have a good talk later."

Saying that, he gave Qin Yang a self-seeking look, and hurried away.

Qin Yang was a little speechless, what exactly was the old man playing, don't make it so intense, right?

After entering the door, I saw the old man sitting alone in the living room watching TV. On the large TV screen, a boxing program was playing.

Two strong, upper-body men were coming and going in the arena. The old man watched intently, waving his arms from time to time, and looked more lively than the two contestants who were fighting in the arena.

If the ground was not full of broken glass, such a scene would have been normal. Nan Qiaomu walked over cautiously, sat down next to the old man, and said gruffly, "Grandpa, is the TV good?"

"It's not pretty." The old man said coldly.

"If it doesn't look good, then change the channel. It's time for me to watch TV dramas." Nan Qiaomu quickly picked up the remote control to change the channel. She has recently become obsessed with a Korean drama and has been chasing after it. I watch them all on the computer and rarely watch TV.

As soon as she stretched her hand over, the old man snatched the remote control, and said with a beard and stare, "Don't change the channel, I'll just watch this."

"Grandpa, you said something ugly." Nan Qiaomu used his trump card and said coquettishly.

"You have to watch it even if it doesn't look good." The old man said domineeringly.

Qin Yang looked funny, turned around and went to the yard, saw a broom, took it in to clean the room, cleaned up the broken glass in two or three, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of the old man, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, You drink tea."

"Be courteous for nothing." The old man didn't even look at him.

Qin Yang couldn't help but wry smile, old urchin, old urchin, the older he gets, the more urchin he gets, of course he can see that the old man is not angry on purpose, but just making use of the matter of Nan Qiaomu's late return.

However, what is the purpose of the old man doing this makes him a little confused.

Nan Qiaomu couldn't stand it any longer, and yelled, "Grandpa, you are too much, why should you say that about my husband."

The old man was obviously stunned, probably because he never expected that Nan Qiaomu would defend Qin Yang in such a way, and almost failed, his face was more or less unbearable, and he said in a bluffing voice: "Xiao Qiao, how did you talk to grandpa."

Nan Qiaomu said sternly: "Grandpa, I didn't mean to say that, it's just that you did something wrong."

The old man just said to Qin Yang: "You think so too?"

Qin Yang smiled and said, "I have always respected you the most, Grandpa."

The old man cursed secretly at the cunning, suddenly raised his voice, and said angrily: "Little Qiao, it seems that you have forgotten your grandpa after having a husband. I see, this granddaughter, I am hurting for nothing."

Nan Qiaomu was frightened by these words, and hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I really didn't mean it."

The old man winked secretly at Qin Yang and said, "Three conditions."

Qin Yang was immediately happy, and said, "One."

"No, at least two." The old man thought for a while and said.

"One!" Qin Yang insisted on biting.

"Okay, just one. When will you have a baby with Xiao Qiao?" The old man looked like he had succeeded in his plot.

Qin Yang almost vomited blood, and dared to make a fuss for a long time, but it was because of this?

They had dinner together at noon, Nan Qiaomu was so tormented by Qin Yang that he didn't sleep well last night, so he went upstairs to take a nap after dinner, Qin Yang stayed downstairs to play chess with the old man.

The old man's chess style is still stinky, and he still regrets playing chess tirelessly. He has no demeanor as an elder at all, but he still likes to make the atmosphere very tense, which makes Qin Yang a headache.

"What are you going to do in Hong Kong this time?" the old man asked suddenly.

Qin Yang knew that he had finally got to the point, and said, "I don't know yet, maybe there is nothing to do, or there may be a lot of things to do."

"No matter what you want to do, give birth to the child first." The old man said resolutely.

Qin Yang's face twitched, the old man quickly regretted the move, but his face was very serious, and he said: "I don't care about the things you do, and I'm too lazy to care about them, but you must guarantee one thing, to protect Xiao Qiao's safety."

Qin Yang nodded and said, "I will."

"Okay, let's play chess, hey, you lost." The old man smiled slyly, no, he laughed cheaply.

……

Qin Yang made a phone call to Fenghuang, but the phone was turned off, and then called Yaonv's phone, but it was still turned off. He tried and called Mrs. Qingcheng, but unexpectedly, the connection was made.

"Sister Qingcheng, have you returned from England?" Qin Yang asked.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Mrs. Qingcheng for a long time, and I really miss her a little.

"I'm back." Mrs. Qingcheng replied, there were not too many fluctuations in her words, making it difficult for people to understand what kind of emotion was contained in her tone.

"Where is it?" Qin Yang asked hurriedly.

"Hongkong."

"It's a coincidence, so am I."

Mrs. Qingcheng was silent for a while, and said: "What I asked you to do, did you do it?"

"What's the matter?" Qin Yang asked in confusion, he couldn't remember what Mrs. Qingcheng wanted him to do.

Mrs. Qingcheng didn't answer his words, she was silent for a while, and said, "Where are Xiaoxue and Keke?"

"Go back to Lan Hai." Qin Yang had no choice but to reply, feeling that Mrs. Qingcheng's attitude was a bit strange.

"Why don't you go back?" Madam Qingcheng asked.

"I..." Qin Yang was stunned, what does this mean?

The call was cut off at this moment, Qin Yang immediately called, but there was no one connected over there, Qin Yang was speechless, what does this mean?Do you want to make it so mysterious?

But he also knew that Mrs. Qingcheng had always had an elegant personality, quiet and indifferent, and Mrs. Qingcheng was unwilling to speak, no matter how much he asked, she would never speak. Although she was a little reconciled, there was still nothing she could do.

Then Qin Yang called Han Xue and Yan Keke respectively, hoping to find out some clues from them. Unfortunately, Han Xue and Yan Keke didn't know what Mrs. Qingcheng was going to do.

At the same time, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan was slowly passing through the center of Hong Kong, heading towards Victoria Peak. The driver was a man, to be precise, a man with a European face.

The man had red hair, which was as bright as blood under the scorching sun, and his fair face, against the backdrop of this bright red color, was a bit weird.

Sitting in the back seat was a quiet and gentle woman. The woman was sitting in the car with a leisurely posture, holding a good peach wood comb in her hand, combing her hair time after time.Looking at her like that, she seemed to be waiting to go on a date with her boyfriend.

The driver of the car glanced at the rear almost greedily, then calmly diverted his attention, and said, "How sure are you of this round-up plan?"

The woman put down the comb, stretched out two fingers, slid through the long, smooth hair, and said lightly; "Not at all."

The man was furious: "Are you kidding me?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in the woman's eyes: "The so-called British gentleman is only so patient? If this is the case, it seems that I will have to reconsider the following plan."

The man took a deep breath and said decisively: "Don't think about it, I'm having a hard time, and you may not be having a good time. To tell you the truth, the Twelve Knights of the Round Table have already landed in Hong Kong. His Excellency, King Arthur, is holding the sword in the stone and coming from the ocean. Do you think you have more options?"

The woman's gentle face quietly changed color, and she said in a voice, "Crazy, are you all crazy?"

The man's voice was cold, and he said loudly: "Hong Kong is already a battleground for military strategists. In this battle, we can only win but not lose. Lord King Arthur means that all those who stand in the way, no matter who they are, All must die!"