Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 910

Wu Fangfei subconsciously stepped back, accidentally stepping on the foot of the cold cypress, the whole person lost his center of gravity and fell to the side.

Cold cypress eyes quickly caught her waist.

Cold line looked at the two people who were cuddling together. Emei put the door on the door and asked in a cold voice: "This is the office building of the Administrative Office. Do you know what you are doing!"

In the face of his subordinates, he was reprimanded by his son, and there was no light on his face: "What are you talking nonsense! Also, whoever gives you the right can not knock on the door!"

Cold line wild looked at him without hesitation: "I am asking you, do you know what you are doing!"

Leng Bai: "Go out!"

In the face of the tit-for-tat between the father and the son, Wu Fangfei has some flustered explanation: "I... the second young master you misunderstood, I have nothing to do with the minister, it is not good for me, just me..."

"Shut up!" Cold line coldly staring at her: "From now on you are dismissed, get out!"

"You are arrogant! You really think of this as your own office! Can the public official release it if you say it can be lifted?" Leng Bai turned to look at Wu Fangfei and saw that her leeches were full of crystal, but bite. With a tooth to bear, the warmth of my heart: "You go out first, work as usual."

Wu Fangfei looked at him and looked at the cold line, and he retired.

Closing the door of the office, you can also vaguely hear the quarrel between the father and the son.

Wu Fangfei wiped her tears and her mouth slightly hooked up.

............

In the evening, Lin Xiaomi and Leng Yuhuang took the cold Jun to go out to eat.

Lin Xiaomi decided that although he could not move out, he could go out to eat.

The eyes are not seen as net.

I just didn't expect that when the family returned to the family after three meals, Wang Rui was still sitting in the living room.

Seeing them coming in, stood up and said hello: "Brother, nephew, you are back."

Lin Xiaomi was uncomfortable when she saw her. She took a picture of the cold-jun's head and let him go upstairs to take a bath. He took the cold hand and went upstairs.

Wang Rui suddenly stopped her: "Hey, I have something to tell you."

Cold Xiao Huang's subconscious Emei, Lin Xiaomi let him go upstairs first.

She is also curious, Wang Rui can still tell her at this time.

"I got a call at home today, I was looking for you. The other person didn't say who it was, but said that your mother is dying, let you go back and see. I call you, your phone is turned off."

"Xunzi, if I remember correctly, isn't your mother already dead?"

Lin Xiaomi breathed a sigh.

The thing that was deliberately ignored by her was raised again.

In the face of Wang Rui's inquiring eyes, she snorted: "It has nothing to do with you, you still have to do this less. If you have this effort, it is better to put your mind on your husband."

Wang Rui thought of the cold Yan Shaoyang's embarrassment, step forward: "How many moms do you have? Whether you have a few mothers, your mother is in danger, you seem to have known this for a long time? Loss you can still So calm and loving, you are too filial!"

"I am filial and unfilial, what does it have to do with you, and in what capacity do you tell me this?"

"Are we not a family? I can't say it, I don't know what to say!"

Lin Xiaomi snorted and looked at her condescendingly, her eyes filled with disdain.

Even she thought it was boring, and she turned directly to the building.

Wang Rui was thundered by her eyes, and her eyes looked like she was a silly hat.

"Lin Xiaomi, what do you mean!"

Lin Xiaomi directly when she is air.

Going back to the bedroom, her face changed slightly. The strong disguise of the disguise disappeared. The body was like a heavy stone, and she was so overwhelmed.

After cold showers came out, she saw her pale face sitting on the edge of the bed, worried that he would ring in his arms: "What?"

He doesn't think that Wang Rui has the ability to make her provoke this.

"My mom, she... I mean Wang Hui, is she really dying?"

Her heart is really contradictory, nestled in the arms of cold and beautiful, the little hand helplessly licking the clothes on his chest: "You said, should I go back and see her?"

With her understanding of her, she can ask her, but she is already soft.

With a sigh, she is too soft in her heart.

"In her case, I have always sent people to understand, it is really not very optimistic, so you want to go, just leave no regrets."

She looked up from his chest: "But... will it be dangerous?"

She is not worried about herself, but him.

"Give it to me, my husband will arrange it for you."

Lin Xiaomi looked at him, nodded gently, reaching out to his strong waist and feeling: "Husband, it's good to have you."

She thought he would definitely oppose it. I didn't expect him to support her so simply.

For Wang Hui, her feelings are too complicated.

She has no way to forgive Wang Hui's selfishness and deception, but in addition to her constant blood relationship, she can't forget what Wang Hui is good for her.

If Wang Hui is healthy, she may not forgive her for the rest of her life.

But she is now in critical condition.

Lin Xiaomi has no choice.

"Be obedient, don't think about it, give it to me, can you go to the bath first?"

"Ok."

When she entered the bathroom, the smile on her face was slowly disappeared. She took the mobile phone to the balcony and dialed the phone of Mu Linyun.

"I didn't think about it, you will call me."

"Less nonsense, you arrange everything, when I will inform you where to meet, and Xiaomi is pregnant, if there is any difference in this time, I want you to pay the price of the whole Mu family!"

Mu Linyun took a breath and didn't expect her to be so fast and have children.

Presumably, even if there is no memory, they get along very well.

"You can rest assured that the Hong family has disappeared and no one will leave her again."

"It is best." Leng Yuhuang was about to hang up the phone but was stopped by Mu Linyun: "Wait a minute!"

"What else?"

"Wenwu Xiu died yesterday."

Looking at the cold and not talking, Mu Linyun added: "Not my hand."

Before the cold, Huang Mou was injured, Mu Linfeng was the evidence of the hands of Wenwu, and he had already handed it to Mu Linyun.

The Mu family and the Wen family have already been in the same league.

"How did he die?"

"Oh, dead in the woman's bed, it is said that he is a mistress, a knife, and the mistress has been with him for two years, then committed suicide."

"You are with... Xiaomi, be careful."

Hanging up the phone, Leng Yuhuang started his eyes.

It was not a common means to insert a person around Wen Wuxiu for two years without being discovered.

Nowadays, the chaos of the civil servants, the chassis has been smashed, and it is simply not enough.

Hong Jun.

The name of this person flashed again in the cold-blooded mind.

The man is not enough, then the next goal should be him.