Dark husband, come to the bowl

Halfway through the car, there was a phone call from his mother.

Nangong Junyu picked it up.

"Nangong Junyu, what did you do over there? How did you sell yourself? " As soon as Nangong Qingle opened his mouth, he was bombarded.

Nangong Junyu was stunned. He never thought his mother would know so soon. Didn't he ask Meilan to stop? Sure enough, these people can't be trusted.

"Answer me quickly. You want to make me angry, don't you?" Nangong Qingle called.

"Mom, it's just for fun." Nangong Junyu frowned and returned.

"Play? Do you know how humiliating you are to me and Nangong group. Others think that Nangong Qingle wants to sell her son for glory! "

"There's no exaggeration."

"Mom always thinks that when you grow up, you know the importance of things, and want to leave all things to you. Now that you are well, you can play such a thing." Nangong Qingle is very angry. She still gets the news from others. When she hears it, she doesn't believe it.

"Mom, it's nothing. I'll take care of it“

"Deal with it? What do you do with it? Give the money back to the man who bought you? "

"Or else?" Nangong Junyu frowned.

"If you lose your face, can you get it back? Ah, Ma is really going to be angry with you. "

"Mom, don't exaggerate it." Nangong Junyu pursed his lips and was dissatisfied.

"Still slapping? Ma is going out now, and a lot of people ask me about it. You don't have to be shameful. Ma wants to be shameful. "

"Sorry, I was wrong." Nangong sighed in his heart. He should know that his mother's face is more important than anything else.

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry now? You should go back to the United States as soon as possible and stop pestering with the upstarts. As for the money, you should give it back to her in double." Nangong Qingle always deals with things cleanly.

"I can't. at present, I have a smooth negotiation with my branch."

"I'll let someone else take care of this. You can buy a plane ticket now and go back to the United States right away."

"Mom..." Nangong Junyu wanted to say something else, but a busy tone came from his mobile phone, and Nangong Qingle hung up.

Nangong Junyu's hand holding the steering wheel was bursting with blue veins. Damn it, at this time, he knew his mother's strong character very well. He would either listen to her or cut off the relationship with her. He would not choose either extreme idea.