Mr. Qin's cinnabar mole

Chapter 88 Fourth Miss (1 more)
Qin Zhong was still on his lunch break.

When he was young, Qin Zhong, who took no more than six hours of rest every day and was still able to dominate the entire financial circle, lived a healthy life when he was old.When people get old, their bodies are not as good as before.

Liao Wang, Qin Zhong's personal butler, saw Qin Chu come back, he hurried forward, bent down and asked Qin Chu, "My lord, do you need me to wake up the old man?"

"No, let him rest, I'll sit downstairs for a while."

"Good sir."

Qin Chu went to the rattan chair in the courtyard and lay down.

It was not too hot or cold in early autumn, and it was very comfortable to sit on the wicker chair.After a while, Liao Wang came over and put a plate of fried salted peanuts on the small table beside Qin Chu.

Qin Chu smelled the smell of fried peanuts, glanced lazily at Liao Wang, and said, "You have a really good memory."

Liao Wang: "Although the number of times the eldest son has come back these years, the old man remembers his preferences clearly. It's a pity that there is no Budweiser that the eldest son likes to drink at home."

"However, I have already told Zhang Qian, who is in charge of purchasing, to ask him to bring back a box of Budweiser at night."

Listening to Liao Wang's narration, Qin Chu's heart became warm when he thought of some things in his childhood. "Grandpa has a heart."

Qin Chu squeezed a peanut from the plate, threw it over his head, and then opened his mouth to catch the falling peanut.The movements are done in one go, and it looks like a veteran.

Liao Wang looked at it with a smile, "The eldest son is still the same as when he was a child. He always loves to play tricks while eating peanuts." big.

Qin Chu said, "It's more interesting to eat like this."

Liao Wang laughed, "The eldest son can do whatever he wants, so I won't bother him."

"Go get busy."

Qin Chu ate a few peanuts, turned on his phone and entered Dr. Tao's WeChat account, and saw that Dr. Tao had posted another post related to Mo Yichen.

Qin Chu was very jealous.

I really want to kill that Mo Yichen.

Qin Chu went to Mo Yichen's official website to check the sales of concert tickets, and found that there were no tickets left.That's right, Mo Yichen is the most famous young singer in the past few years. Tickets for his concert are hard to come by, so it's strange if they are not sold out.

Qin Chu was thinking about who to ask for tickets when, at this moment, a burst of low cello music came from the three-story bungalow next door.

The sound of the piano is intoxicating.

It's like a person walking in the dense forest, the sun in the winter afternoon shines on the person's body, speckled.The wind blew, the leaves whispered, and the old roots hidden deep in the ground began to tremble.

In the sound of the piano, there is a scalp-numbing sadness.

Qin Chu stood up, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the opposite building.

Seeing Qin Chu, Su Yu, the housekeeper who was in charge of taking care of the master, hurried forward to meet him, "My lord, did the lady make you rest because of the noise?"

Su Yu had noticed Qin Chu taking a lunch break in the courtyard of the old man's small building.Seeing him coming now, he thought that Qin Chu was disturbed by Miss Fourth's piano sound.

Qin Chu shook his head, "No, I came here just to see my aunt."

Su Yu showed hesitation. "Eldest son, Miss Si is in a special situation. She usually doesn't see men. I'm afraid that if you go to see her, she will lose control of her emotions."

Qin Chu: "I'll just take a look."

Su Yu didn't insist anymore.

No one in the Qin family would dare to stop Qin Chu from doing whatever he wanted to do and whoever he wanted to meet.Who made him Mr. Qin's little baby?

Qin Chu walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor. While climbing the stairs, he recalled the appearance of his aunt in his memory.

　I just found out that I can reply to the master of qq reading who said, if you have any questions, you can ask me, hehe.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)