Beloved of Bossy President

Knowing what Beiming Liancheng was looking at, he didn't even raise his head, but said faintly: "in a few minutes, there will be more."

Beiming Liancheng didn't speak and looked back at her.

Seeing that he had been standing at the door, neither coming in nor going out, Mingke finally closed the magazine, looked up at him and said, "I'll ask Yaya when she will come to play. She said last time that she would come. I'm waiting for her definite day. She also wants to play games. She likes the game you did last time. Then I'll see if she can make a new software. I'll ask her what she wants and let you know. "

Beiming Liancheng knew what she meant, but she didn't expect them to move so fast. She forced her to agree to join their small team last night. Is it going to start now?

In fact, he was forced to join, just because he didn't want them to mess around. He hesitated to do something.

Seeing his expression, you don't have to guess what he was thinking. She said with a smile, "I believe in your ability. What's more, if you promised to play games for her, you won't break your promise. Take down my mobile phone and I'll ask her what she wants."

Beiming Liancheng looked at her again, thought about it, and finally closed the door and turned away.

Qin Weiyang, who is lying in the hospital bed, is even more uncomfortable. Her sons are all like this one by one. They are cheated by this woman with a simple word. No one cares about her, no more.

Do they know that their mother has shed a lot of blood and will not live soon? How could they leave her here alone?

She was half dead there, but she still looked through the magazine with relish.

Before long, Beiming Liancheng took down the mobile phone from the room of Beiming night, and then let Mingke send it away with a few words.

As for Mingke, when he saw Meng Qi guarding the outer corridor, his face sank a little, and even his words became more serious: "Uncle housekeeper, although you have been doing well, since you are the housekeeper of this family, I hope you don't waste your energy too much."

Meng Qi couldn't react. Looking at her, he said uneasily, "young lady..."

"Go and ask the nurse to come and change a bottle of water for mom. You can do your own business. What are you doing here? Is it too busy? " Is

too idle? Why does it sound so familiar? Every time they heard this, they all felt cold on their backs.

Meng Qi is the same, so when he heard the phrase "is it too idle", he hurriedly walked up to the nurse and shouted, and he turned to the front yard and hurried away.

There are a lot of things at home, from the work arrangement of all servants in the whole imperial garden to the cooking in the kitchen tonight. He has to ask about these things every day, so he is not idle at all. He is really busy.

After the little nurse came to replace Qin Weiyang with the last bottle of water for injection, she was sent away by Mingke. There were only two people left in the room, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Mingke still sits in his seat, dials Nangong Xueer's number, and soon hears her chatting with each other.

"Your brother Liancheng has promised to make game software for us. You can tell me what you want, or you can contact him directly It doesn't matter. You can say anything Yes, you can Believe me, it doesn't matter. "

After finishing the call quickly, Mingke put down his mobile phone, changed a magazine and continued to read it.

I don't know whether the things in the magazine are really so attractive, or whether this woman deliberately, anyway, she didn't speak for a whole hour.

An hour later, the little nurse came to take away the water bottle and pulled out the needle inserted in Qin Weiyang's wrist. After telling her to have a good rest, she turned and left.

There were only mother-in-law and daughter-in-law left in the room. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was less than half an hour from the end of the two hours when Mingke wanted to go to bed in the northern night.

At this time, what is the woman still pretending? Seeing that she was still reading a magazine with peace of mind, Qin Weiyang finally couldn't help but struggle to sit up.

When she moved, Mingke immediately frowned, put down the magazine and went over, looking at her and said, "do you want to go to the bathroom? I'll help you. "

"No Qin Weiyang took a low breath and pushed her hand away. This push almost exhausted all her strength.

Feebly back on the bed, she panted: "what are you going to do? If you want to do it quickly, there's no need to torture me like this. "

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Name can droop Mou to look at her, a face is soft: "I don't understand."

"Who is your mother?" Qin Weiyang glared at her angrily.

Mingke said with a smile: "if I call your mother at night, I can only shout because I don't want him to be difficult. I'm not like you. You're too delicate and willful. You don't love your son at all. If you don't, I do. "

"What did you say?" Qin Weiyang's palm was tight, and he was so angry that he wanted to sit up.

But Mingke just pressed her lightly, and then pressed her back easily. Suddenly, she raised her finger to the clock on the wall, and her smile slowly faded away, and her expression became serious: "do you know why the architectural style in the imperial garden is so strange?"Qin Weiyang looked at the clock and didn't understand what she meant by the strange style?

"Have you found a clock on the wall of all the rooms in the imperial garden?"

Qin Weiyang blinked his eyes. Looking at the clock, his eyes were a bit at a loss.

"You didn't find it because you didn't pay attention to your son. You only care about yourself in the whole world." Mingke's voice was very weak, but at this time, it was ironic to hear in Qin Weiyang's ears.

"Don't sow dissension. I don't want you to do it." Qin Weiyang's voice is very hoarse. People are really weak, but it doesn't mean that she can lie there quietly and let the woman humiliate herself.

But Mingke just said with a smile, "don't you want to admit it? It doesn't matter. I just want to ask you, do you know why almost every room here has a clock? "

The question returned to the origin, but Qin Weiyang just looked at her, hummed coldly, ignored, and asked her what she wanted to do with this meaningless question?

She really can't understand this woman's thinking. She only knows that no matter what she says, she won't listen to her.

Mingke took back her hand on her shoulder, and naturally put her hands on her side. When she looked at her, her eyes were still so soft: "you don't know, then I'll tell you the answer."

Ignoring her indifference, she continued, "that's because your son is really busy. He's counting his fingers and counting his time every day."