Beloved of Bossy President

As soon as Beiming night steps back, step aside in time, otherwise, it's hard to guarantee whether it will directly collide with the visitor.

Walking in such a hurry, almost every step was run. If he didn't know what he was doing for, Beiming night would blame him for his lack of stability.

Once again, the door was gently closed, this will not go to the North night to get cigarettes, just quietly outside, in person.

The two men in the room looked at each other, just like lovers who had seen each other for a long time. They wanted to hold each other together, but they suddenly remembered that they had been separated for so many years, and they didn't know if they were still so excited, but they couldn't wriggle.

Even Beiming night was a little impatient. He used to reach into his trouser pocket and want to touch a cigarette to smoke.

Waiting is not a good thing. There are few people who can make him wait in this life.

I don't know how long it took for Beiming Xun to make a hoarse call: "brother."

As soon as the palm of Mu Zichuan's hand was tight, he suddenly laughed, stared at him and said, "I haven't seen him for more than 20 years. I didn't expect that he's grown like this now. He doesn't grow tall enough. At most, he's 1.85 meters tall. He doesn't have much meat. He doesn't look like my Qin family at all And these features are far worse than your brother's. They look like wild boys coming out of nowhere Look at these eyes. They have no spirit at all. Where are they like your brother? Fortunately, this nose and mouth are a little similar to our father back then. "

Beiming Xun's throat is dry. He can't help it any more. He goes over and wants to hold him. But he can see his embarrassed appearance. His eyes are sour.

"Don't cry in front of me, a big man. Do you want to be ashamed Muzichuan immediately stopped.

"I didn't cry all the time." Beimingxun squatted down in front of him, can't hold him, can only hold his legs.

It was just like a child's coquetry, which made muzichuan's fingertips tremble. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but he was not used to being close to people for so many years. Even if the impulse to touch him was so strong that he was about to lose control, he stifled it.

"Shame or not?" He still hummed coldly. He looked down at the man who was squatting in front of him. His eyes were soft, but his mouth was still unforgiving: "after so many years with the northern night, did he cultivate your virtue? That guy did it on purpose. He raised his brother so well, and cultivated my brother like this. "

"Brother, Liancheng is better than me. He's a freak." Beiming Xun still hugs his leg, his voice is extremely hoarse.

"People are colder than you. That alone is enough to keep you down." Muzichuan is still not satisfied, even unhappy: "he is afraid that our brothers are better than them, so he deliberately develops you into such a motherly character."

"Brother, can't you give me a few minutes? Muyingtian is not so wordy as you. How can he teach you like this? " After being criticized for so long, beimingxun finally can't help refuting it.

Suddenly, his head was tight, and Mu Zichuan's big palm had been patted on his head: "didn't Beiming night teach you to respect your brother? What do you retort when you lecture, brother? He taught you to disobey your brother, didn't he? He just can't see our brother. He's very affectionate. "

Beiming Xun didn't speak, but he still held his leg hard.

It's good for him to come back. He's fighting with Beiming night. That's enough for him. In fact, he knows that he's just talking.

Because his legs are shaking, because he doesn't say a word, he will be like him, can't help but let tears wet the corner of his eyes.

It's really a shame for such a big man to shed tears in front of others, but he doesn't care and buries his face in his legs. Even if the tears get wet on the cloth of his pants, he doesn't want to pay attention to it.

For more than 20 years, he always thought that his brother died in the sea like his mother, but he didn't think that his brother actually survived.

However, when he knew that he was still alive, he somehow went to that ghost organization to be an insider. He wanted to be an undercover agent, and he didn't want how hard it was to be an undercover agent! When I became an undercover, I couldn't meet him, let alone worry about his safety every day and night.

Since he knew that muzichuan was his elder brother who had been separated for many years, he wanted to see him all the time. However, Beiming night didn't allow him. He even fought with Beiming night for this. However, in the end, his reason came back.

To see him now is to harm him, so they haven't seen him since they knew he was their own brother.

This is the first time I hugged him and called him brother. At this time, don't scold him. Even if I beat him, he was sweet and happy.

Then he buried his face in Mu Zichuan's leg. He said in a dumb voice, "if you want to laugh, you can laugh. However, don't put the blame on others. The boss is not so unbearable. The boss is good to me, better than Liancheng It's the same with my aunt. My aunt has been in love with me since she was a child, more than the eldest and Liancheng. "

Muzichuan's raised hand fell again, but this time he was really touching him, not hitting him.The two men in Beiming family are good to his brother. How can he not know?

Basically, he was never involved in the affairs of the base. The two men surnamed Beiming walked a long and winding road. However, his younger brother, who was renamed beimingxun, was almost only in charge of the affairs of the imperial group. He was doing a legitimate business.

The Minister of finance department is at most busy, at most is to clean up the mess of the company for the guy in Beiming night, but Beiming night never let him do dangerous things.

He knew that Beiming night hurt him, but he was not used to saying good things about Beiming night. That bastard let him hate him as an enemy for so many years. How can he say good things about him?

I can't say a word at all. I still use that bastard to call him in the future. I feel most comfortable. If I call him ah Yeh or my cousin, he suspects that he will die immediately because of his awkwardness.

The big palm fell on his head and gently rubbed it, just like kneading his own child. The corners of Mu Zichuan's eyes immediately became sour, but he was never used to tears in front of others, and he seemed to have not seen his own tears for a long time.

My aunt raised her eyes and looked up at the ceiling for a while? I heard she committed suicide not long ago

"It's OK. I've been well. I've heard that I'm in good health these two days, because I've got a good relationship with her daughter-in-law."