Bodyguard of the Goddess

The first thousand nine hundred and twenty-five chapters killed her!

Xiao Zheng hastily ended the lunch.

After chatting again, Xiao Zheng is afraid that the autumn harvest will be out of control...

When I returned to the company, it was already half past two in the afternoon. Xiao Zheng ordered Xiaotaohong to make a large pot of strong tea. Then sit in the boss's chair and digest the lunch conversation with the autumn harvest.

First of all, the black hand behind the scenes is undoubtedly the business.

In addition to the shape of the body does not meet the essence of the business of the world, regardless of motivation, strength, and even the purpose. Shangjingtian is completely consistent.

In fact, Xiao Zheng has never given up doubts about Shang Jingtian.

This man can steadily climb to the position of the second child in the wild rise of Lin Lao Yao. Enough to prove its horrible strength. And the means of forbearance.

Although Shangjingtian is behind the scenes, the current Xiaozheng has no much superficial significance.

Bai Ziwen is dead, Bai Wushuang is crazy...

He really has no reason to explain this established fact to anyone.

But strategically speaking, this information of the autumn harvest is enough to change Xiao's future layout. Know what obstacles will appear in the road ahead.

Shangjingtian?

It’s just an old fox.

Aside from this, Xiao Zheng is more concerned about the true relationship between Lin Yinyin and Autumn Harvest.

From the information revealed by the autumn harvest, the autumn harvest is the cousin of Lin Huayin. That is to say, Lin Lao Yao and the great man in the autumn closing mouth are brothers!

The reason why Lin Lao Yao is surnamed Lin is probably to hide his true identity.

Xiao Zheng smashed some bloated eyebrows. I know that Zhao’s family will never compromise on revenge. Whether it is the autumn harvest, or the Zhao family behind the autumn harvest!

How strong is he?

Is it stronger than Lin Lao Yao?

Does he care about the love of Zhao? Will he not take care of his family for revenge?

Xiao Zheng fell into meditation and his expression became more and more dignified.

This time, the wealth of grievances, involving a wide range, the size of the area, is more mysterious than any giant film and television drama. Basically related to the top Chinese giants.

The complexity of the relationship is also very difficult.

After pouring a large cup of strong tea, Xiao Zheng slowly calmed down, but he got up and went to the office where Lin Linyin was. He knows that although Lao Lin listened to Xiao Zheng’s arrangement in the morning, he had a good birth at home. But in the afternoon, it must be more than all employees to go to work.

Although pregnancy has slightly changed the mood of Lao Lin. But she can't change her enthusiasm for work. At this point, she perfectly inherited the genes of Lin Lao Yao and Ye Yuhua. Even more than ever.

But he also knows that even if he used to look for her. The end is just a foil, watching the old Lin processing documents, and can't do anything about it.

"It’s a disobedient old lady." Xiao Zheng shook his head and entered the office of Lin Lin’s voice without hope.

as expected.

When he first entered the office, Xiao Zheng glanced at Lin’s voice, which was sitting in the office chair. The computer has been carried away, she basically works by pen, not email.

Xiao Zheng, as usual, sat on the sofa in the reception area to read magazines. Occasionally interacted with Lao Lin twice, but did not bother Lao Lin work.

I spent the afternoon quietly. In addition to temporarily signing a few copies of the documents sent by Xiao Taohong, Xiao Zheng basically stayed in the office of Lin Huayin.

Until the evening, Xiao Zheng suddenly received a text message from his four eyes, and he suddenly got up. The expression is very cold.

The content of the text message is concise, but it is chilling.

"White Wushuang went to Wang Huijing's home."

After Xiao saw the text message, he immediately drove to Wang Huijing's home.

He wants to know, what is the name of the white unparalleled!

......

living room.

White Musou does not sit quietly on the sofa, interacting with his eight-year-old brother from time to time.

The child follows the mother's surname. Called Wang Qi. An ordinary ordinary name. Same as its looks. Not outstanding.

Wang Huijing is very cautious to sit in front of the white no-face, even the eyes do not know where to aim. Holding a mobile phone in my hand, I seem to be looking for someone to ask for help.

"It’s not good for children to be here." White Musou looked at the small house. "Come back to Baicheng with me. I will give him the best life and education."

Wang Huijing heard the words, but immediately hesitated: "Little Master, I can teach good children."

"Are you sure you can teach my brother?" Bai Wushuang glanced at Wang Huijing coldly.

Wang Huijing was stunned by Bai Wushuang’s cold eyes and closed his mouth. The lips are squatting and seem to want to catch this last straw.

Yes.

For Wang Huijing, who has lost the blessing of Bai Ziwen, the child has become her last suspicion. If even the child is lost, what future is she going to have?

White Wushuang also fell into silence.

He took out the cigarette and ordered one. Then I looked at the plain smoke. Drinking tea. It seems that I am giving the last time to the mother and child.

But during this time, Wang Huijing did not seem to put his mind on Wang Qi. It is caught in endless thinking.

From beginning to end, she didn't even hold Wang Qi's hand or look at the child.

Now she has more important things to consider, and she really has no mood to consider this child who has been raised for eight years.

Or maybe, because it has not been lost, it is because of eight years of getting along. She did not develop the idea of ​​paying too much attention to this child. At least not at least.

"Xiaoqi, do you like these toys?" Bai Wusou asked gently.

"Like!" Wang Qi smiled happily.

He is only eight years old. Just read the second grade of elementary school.

He usually doesn't have much pocket money, and he hasn't received much attention in school. In addition to the results are quite good. He neither wants to ask the teacher for his heart, nor is he good at communicating with his classmates.

Wang Huijing, who never gave the teacher a red envelope, invited guests to have a drink.

Wang Qi, who has a sofa toy, until this moment, knows how happy it is to be alive. These toys are all the colors that embellish Wang Qi's life.

Of course, there is also a strange uncle who has not seen him for a long time.

"Like it." White has no sound and harmony. "Xiaoqi, do you want to be so happy every day? Play all the fun, eat all the delicious. Have the happiest life in the world?"

"As long as you like, I can satisfy you." White Musou slowly got up and extended his generous hand.

Wang Qi sneaked a look at his mother. He also put his eyes on the toy on the sofa.

In the end, he stretched out his hand and let the white unparalleled grip. Then walk out of the door.

"son"

Until this moment, Wang Huijing suddenly realized.

Maybe after the son stepped out of the door, he would never see it again!

White Musou turned back slightly and made a mouth shape toward the black man who always stood in the corner of the living room.

The mouth type means: kill her!

Then he took Wang Qi and did not return to the elevator.