Her Unscrupulous CEO

Joe muzer knocked on the door and came in. He called to his father who was watching carefully on the table, "Dad, I'm back."

"Come and help me see if this picture is valuable for collection." Joe's father waved to him.

Joe muzer immediately came over, took his magnifying glass, bent down and studied it carefully for his father. Because his father's hobby also gave him time to read more books in this field, so he had some experience.

Moreover, catering to his father's hobbies is also one of filial piety.

"Dad, there are obvious artificial traces here. Although it's not obvious, I think the collection value is general." Joe Muze put forward.

"It's really my son. I saw it at a glance. I spent a day studying it!" Joe's father patted him on the shoulder. "This painting is a fake. I'll burn it tomorrow."

Joe's father is now a member of the antiques Protection Association. Therefore, he has an unshirkable responsibility to eliminate such fake paintings.

Joe muzer was in a good mood when he saw his father. He sat on the sofa opposite him and looked at him seriously, "Dad, I have something to ask you. Do you have time?"

Joe's father raised his eyes as if to guess what he wanted to say. He sighed, "ask!"

"How much did you know about Zhuang Yanming's death?" Qiao muzer's tone was serious and full of some expectation.

Joe's father's eyes flashed, "it's the police's business to investigate the case. We just need to accept the results."

"Dad, why were you so angry when I mentioned Zhuang wennuan last time? Did you have anything to do with it?" Joe Muze asked boldly.

Joe's father's eyes stared, "Muze, I only tell you one word, your father, I've never done anything illegal."

"I know." jomuzer nodded. He believed in his father.

"I heard that you and Zhuang wennuan live together. Your mother and I agree that we don't agree with you." Joe's father put down his magnifying glass and his eyes showed his firmness.

Qiao Muze twisted his eyebrows and looked back firmly at his father. "I know her parents' death had a certain impact on the company that year, but it has nothing to do with her. She is a poor person."

"You can't be with her because of sympathy," father Joe said.

"It's not sympathy, it's love." Joe muzer changed his father's meaning.

"You... So many girls, why did you just like her?" Joe's father was also very helpless and angry.

"Dad, I don't want to quarrel with you, but my feelings should be decided by myself. I think you will like her in the future." Joe muzer thought of the last father son quarrel, and he wanted to avoid it.

Joe's father's eyes showed a faint sadness. He really didn't expect that his son would fall into Zhuang wennuan's feelings.

Is this Providence? Is God punishing him? What he couldn't stand up for then, let his son stand up for him and preside over justice? And so determined.

"Well, we won't argue about it! Your mother and I mean, you can be together, but you can't get married."

"Why?" Joe Muse looked at his father puzzled.

"At least you can't get married without our consent." Joe's father insisted. He believed that time might change his son's relationship with Zhuang wennuan.

Joe muzer clenched his fist, and he breathed a little, just as he thought the same.

He can accept his parents' ideas now. Maybe time will let them understand that his relationship with Zhuang wennuan can stand the test of time.

Zhuang wennuan went downstairs and looked at the cooked porridge. It was delicious. She couldn't help but sour her nose. She let this man take care of her like this. Isn't she too useless? She doesn't want to live so useless. She wants to be more independent.

Blue house.

LAN Qianhao still has dinner at home today, and he wants to sleep at home.

LAN's mother was at the table and asked about him and Nie Yinyin curiously. LAN Qianhao panicked without blinking, but said he was getting to know each other.

LAN chunian, who was sitting on the side, wanted to laugh, but she had to hold back. If she wanted to really laugh, she would expose her big brother.

Blue father and blue mother were very satisfied. Finally, their son's feelings finally developed in the right direction.

After dinner, LAN chunian went back to her room. LAN Qianhao knocked on her door.

LAN chunian obediently opened the door and looked at him coming in. He asked with some shame, "brother, what's up?"

LAN Qianhao went to her sofa and sat down. He stared at her beautiful face and said, "you can't tell your parents what I said at the table just now."

"Why?" Lan chunian asked with a smile, "do you want me to panic?"

"Little fool, do you want me to be scolded by my parents?" Lan Qianhao stared at her angrily.

"No." Lan chunian shook his head obediently.

"If you don't want me to be scolded, then cooperate with me well. Only you know about me and Nie Yinyin in the future."

"What if my parents know one day?" Lan chunian asked anxiously.

"Talk about it at that time!" Lan Qianhao now, his heart is also a little complicated. He is a little angry. He has done so much just to be with her?

She's fine. She doesn't have any consciousness.

"Hoo! OK, I won't say it." Lan Chu nodded and didn't want him to be scolded.

LAN Qianhao looked at her good girl. He couldn't help thinking of bullying her. He immediately stood up and LAN chunian was startled.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Come here, let me pinch it." Lan Qianhao said.

LAN chunian immediately knew that he was going to pinch her face. Before, he wanted to pinch her. She had no opinion, but now it's different.

There is no blood relationship between them, and this behavior has been very ambiguous.

"No! You can't pinch it. You can't pinch my face if you want." Lan chunian immediately stepped back.

LAN Qianhao is a little depressed. The girl is not obedient!

He immediately stretched out his hand and leaned over. LAN chunian hid. LAN Qianhao stepped forward instinctively. LAN chunian was so scared that he blushed and drilled beside him!

LAN Qianhao reached out and hugged her to the wall next to her. When LAN chunian pushed him with his two small hands, he was easily held by him and tortured the wall.

Suddenly, she was in a state of restraint.

LAN Qianhao said proudly, "dare you hide?"

LAN chunian looked at him with a blush, bit his red lips and was ashamed to open his mouth.

LAN Qianhao found that the little girl who was always happy before suddenly became quiet. Moreover, why is her face so red?

When I used to play like this, I wouldn't be ashamed to see her! And giggle at best.

Suddenly, LAN Qianhao quickly pinched her hand on her face, released her hand, carried her back and breathed slightly.

"What's the matter with you?" Lan Qianhao asked with his back to her.

LAN chunian bit his lip and felt embarrassed, "nothing!"

"It seems that you have grown up and can't play like this anymore. You won't bully you in the future." Lan Qianhao said and walked to the door.

In the room, LAN chunian sat quietly on the bed and thought of the feeling he had just tortured there. Her heart was beating. It was really different. Her feeling for him had changed.

No longer treat him as a big brother, but

LAN chunian bit his lips. There was a blank in his mind. What should I do?

Look at what her parents do. They won't tell her the truth of her life experience in person. Can she take the initiative to put it forward? In this case, will it scare them?

LAN chunian was tangled in her heart. Even if she told her parents, it didn't seem to change her relationship with her eldest brother. They grew up as brothers and sisters! LAN chunian sighed and felt helpless.

LAN Qianhao returns to his room and stands on the balcony in a daze. As a man, he has something he wants to do but dare not do. This is the most depressed and bitter thing.

In Qiao Muze's villa, Zhuang wennuan has been waiting for him to come back. He sat on the sofa and did nothing. He was stunned and listened to the voice outside.

Finally, at 9:30, she heard the familiar sound of sports cars. She smiled and finally he came back.

Zhuang wennuan put on his shoes and hurried outside the hall.

The sports car stopped steadily in the garage, and the man who stepped down from the driver's seat was Joe muzer. As soon as Joe muzer came out of the garage, he saw a figure rushing towards him. He hurriedly reached out to catch it. There was a touch of warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms. He held it tightly, lowered his head, and inexplicably filled his heart with satisfaction.