Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"Half a month later." East LAN Jin's red lips pulled up the forest cold radian, Yin pity tunnel: "the old man is really anxious!"

"It was all sponsored by donglanqing, and he chose the time." My men said.

"Why do you think he chose it so close? Not because of the old man! The old fox is the best to please the old man! " Donglan Jin's eyes were cold: "if the old man didn't agree, you think Ning Qiaoqiao is qualified to join Donglan family!"

His men bowed their heads respectfully and dared not say a word.

Donglan Jin narrowed his eyes and collected the cold light at the bottom of his eyes: "let you check the matter of Yu shaomo. Have you found out?"

"They only sent back the message half an hour ago. They have all found out!" His subordinates stepped forward and said in a low voice: "master Jin, Yu shaomo's business territory is much larger than you expected. According to the information we have so far, there are 26 companies that are his industries. He rarely appears in public, so many people don't know that these companies are his, but generally speaking, they can't be compared with Donglan family."

"Nonsense! How can he compare with the Donglan family? " Donglan Jin snorted coldly and narrowed his eyes: "I'm sure I'm right. This Yu shaomo is really not an ordinary person."

……

When they come to the golf course, Yu shaomo and Dong Lange are playing on the golf course. Ning Qiaoqiao walks towards them.

"Little miss." Donglan's men found her coming and greeted her respectfully.

"Yes." Ningqiao smiled.

Hearing her voice, Yu shaomo looked back at her and raised his hand to make a gesture to her.

Ningqiao walked over and asked, "haven't you finished yet?"

"The ninth inning." Yu shaomo said faintly and reached out to take her into his arms.

"Nine......" Ning Qiao looked at Yu shaomo in surprise and felt a little funny.

Although Yu shaomo played well, it's really rare to let this guy play nine innings with Dong Lange.

"Well, I've played nine innings, but I haven't won once." Dong Lange sighed, but he couldn't see his loss. "Joe, did you just come from the owner?"

"Yes." Ningqiao nodded.

Donglange nodded and said, "the master is getting worse and worse now. He likes you very much. It's also good for you to accompany him more when you have time."

"What's wrong with Grandpa?" Ningqiao wondered.

Of course she could see that donglancang was in poor health, but she didn't know what the disease was.

"The owner of the house is not seriously ill, but he is old. These minor diseases together are uncomfortable enough." East Lange road.

It's true that many old people don't have any major diseases, but their bodies are getting worse day by day. It's just that their bodies are getting worse day by day because they are old and their functions are deteriorating.

"Can't you find a way to recuperate? Aren't there many powerful doctors in Donglan's family? " Ningqiao said.

"If this can be solved by conditioning, will the owner still be like this? So you usually spend more time with him. " East Lange road.

"Yes." Ningqiao nodded.

"Speaking of it, the owner hasn't been so fond of chatting with a person for a long time." Donglange said again.

Ning Qiaoqiao was stunned and said with some doubts: "is grandpa usually lonely? But I think he is very talkative. There are so many people in the Donglan family. Isn't anyone talking to him? "

"Talkative and who to talk to are two different things. He is the owner of the house. Do you think we dare to tell him everything?" Donglange sighed: "I remember he already liked talking to Aunt Ning... That is, your mother. Later, when your mother left, he became very silent."

Donglan family has strict rules. Naturally, they are different from normal families. They dare not get close to Donglan Cang wantonly, which is also normal.

"Do you know my mother?" Ning Qiao looked at Dong Lange in surprise.

"Of course." Donglange smiled and said, "aunt Ning taught me to write before."

“……”

Ning Qiaoqiao pursed her lips. She forgot that Dong Lange and Dong LanJin looked almost old. It was normal for him to meet his mother.

"But I don't have much time to see her. Aunt Ning is too busy. I only see her once in a while." Dong Lange smiled and said, "in fact, what she cares about most is Xiaojin."

"Donglan Jin?" Ningqiao suddenly frowned.

"Yes." Donglange nodded and said, "you should also know Xiaojin's life experience. Maybe it's because of sympathy, so aunt Ning takes good care of him."

I didn't expect that there was such a thing between my mother and Donglan Jin.

Ning Qiao nodded, pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Suddenly, she was held by a big hand. She raised her head and saw Yu shaomo looking down at her. Her eyes flashed, and the corners of her lips flashed a shallow arc: "I'm fine."

"Look at me, it's all my fault. It makes you sad to mention these unhappy things." Dong Lange scratched his head, tore away the topic and said, "what, Mr. Yu, we just hit half of the game, or we'll continue to finish it."

Yu shaomo looked over there, looked down at her and said, "you fight."

In fact, he wanted to take her back, but when it comes to her mother, she's in a bad mood now. It's good to let her stay here for a while and distract.

"I'll call?" Ning Qiao was stunned for a moment and quickly shook his head: "forget it. Where can I play this?"

"What are you afraid of? I'll just play with you. "

Yu shaomo took her hand and walked towards the small ball on the ground. Standing next to her, Ning Qiaoqiao turned half his body and stood sideways with his back against his chest.

"No, you'd better play. I'll wait for you next to me."

She really can't love golf, and they stand like this. It's not like playing golf.

"Ah, Mr. Yu, is this your contempt for me?" Donglange looked at them helplessly.

Ning Qiaoqiao smiled awkwardly at him.

"Hold it." Yu shaomo pushed the club into her hand as if there were no one else, reminded Ning Qiao to hold it well, wrapped her hand in his big hand, narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.

"No, I can't get in at all. No... ah!"

The words that had not finished turned into a scream. With the voice of Ning Qiaoqiao shouting, the small ball flew out quickly, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and accurately landed in the hole with a small flag on the ground.

Ning Qiao opened his eyes and watched the red flag fall in amazement.

"Dare you say I can't? Huh? " Yu shaomo pinched her cheek with his fingers.

Hearing the overtones in his words, Ning Qiao's small face turned red, covered his cheeks and replied angrily in his heart: it's not serious!