One Child, Two Babies: The President's Nightly Delight

Mr. Mu frowned, and said worriedly: "How can this nutritional injection have as much nutrition as food, the porridge should be drunk while it's hot."

Nianmu is sleeping now, and Mu Shaoling couldn't bear to wake her up. He glanced at the thermos bottle on the coffee table and reminded the old man that the porridge he brought would not cool down so easily, "The porridge is in the thermos bottle."

Mr. Mu cleared his throat. He was so concerned about Nian Mu's affairs that he forgot that the cook specially used a vacuum flask to keep the porridge warm for six or seven hours.

After a while, Dong Zijun sent the printed documents to Nianmu's ward, and respectfully handed them over to the old man.

Mr. Mu took it, and looking at the information they had investigated before, it turned out that Song Beiye had opened a company outside, and raised a lot of funds, and it was listed in the United States.

"Good guy, I thought I was a dandy who only knows how to eat, drink and play, but I didn't expect to have such big ambitions. It's a pity that his hands and feet are not clean. No amount of ambition is useless. Is there any evidence? Give it to me, I'll find it The people of the Song family ask for an explanation, this insidious brat will not even try to escape this time." Old Master Mu said angrily.

It's fine for Song Beiye to start a company with the intention of robbing Song's business, after all, it's a family affair, but now he still has to use such despicable means to rob T Group's project, he can't bear it anyway.

Mu Shaoling gave Dong Zijun a wink.

Dong Zijun immediately picked up his phone, opened the photo album, and sent a video to the old man, "Mr. Mu, this is the surveillance in the car before, and it happened to capture the scene where the boss rescued Professor Nian."

Mr. Mu's cell phone rang a notification soon, and seeing the video sent by Dong Zijun, it was not so much a photo of Mu Shaoling saving Nian Mu, but a photo of him leaving the villa with Nian Mu in his arms.

Seeing him tightly protecting her in his arms, Mr. Mu nodded in satisfaction. With these evidences, there is no reason for the Song family to protect Song Beiye.

How could it be so easy to violate the rules set by their older generation!

Even Mu Shaoling didn't dare to violate those regulations at will, but Song Beiye, he dared!

Mr. Mu saw that Nian Mu hadn't woken up yet, and reminded Mu Shaoling: "When Xiao Nian wakes up later, you tell her that I have been here, and I want her to take good care of her body. Don't think so much about the grievances she has suffered. Of course I will help her get it back."

Mu Shaoling nodded, and glanced at Nian Mu on the bed.

Mr. Mu was willing to stand up for Nian Mu, which he did not expect.

Mu Shaoling looked at Nian Mu, and remembered that the Mu family had quickly accepted Ruan Bai's matter. She always had a magical power that made people accept her quickly and like her.

What a wonderful person she is, to suffer from this.

With deep eyes, Mu Shaoling stepped forward and tucked the blanket for Nian Mu.

Dong Zijun watched Mr. Mu angrily leaving the ward with the evidence, and then glanced at his boss who was taking care of Nianmu with tenderness and pity on his face. He opened his lips, but he didn't know whether he should break the current somewhat inexplicable situation. atmosphere.

"You go back to work." Mu Shaoling's words relieved him of the embarrassment at the moment.

"Yes." Dong Zijun replied, turned around and left the ward to go back to work in T Group.

...

After Mr. Mu left the hospital, he asked Uncle Zhang to drive to Song's house.

He didn't call in advance, so when the housekeeper of the Song family notified Mr. Song, the old man was obviously shocked.

"Why is he here? Didn't you say anything in advance?" Mr. Song stood up, because the two families have maintained a friendly and cooperative relationship for a long time. They are also friends for many years, and they usually meet to drink tea and play chess when they have nothing to do.

It's just that they are all businessmen, and they usually make appointments in advance when they do these things. It's rare for them to visit suddenly like this.

"I don't know. I see that Mr. Mu's complexion is not very good. It seems that something happened. Maybe I need to discuss it with you." The housekeeper gave him a call in advance.

Mr. Song didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that he was in a bad mood, probably because of the messy things of the Mu family, and those things couldn't be burned on his own head.

"Okay, you go make tea, remember to make that Dahongpao I just bought yesterday, let him say my tea tastes bad last time, it's time to shut his mouth." Mr. Song rubbed his palms impatiently want to show off the tea they bought.

"Yes." The butler replied.

Mr. Song said again: "By the way, take out the antique chessboard I received last week, and I will fight him for three hundred rounds."

"Yes." The butler followed his instructions and walked into the kitchen, planning to make tea for them first.

Mr. Mu walked in with a cane, looked at Mr. Song, and sat on the sofa angrily.

Seeing him puffing on his beard and staring at him, Mr. Song made a couple of "tsk tsk" and joked, "Why is he like this? Who offended you?"

"Your good grandson!" Mr. Mu put the document on the coffee table.

The butler just finished brewing the Dahongpao and was about to put it on the tea table, when he almost spilled the tea on the ground due to his angry action.

"What's wrong with my good grandson? Can they still offend you?" Mr. Song muttered, "Our family Beixi is usually so busy with work, there is no time to provoke you. As for Beiye, it is even more impossible."

"It's Song Beiye from your family, everything is here, take a good look." Mr. Mu pointed to the documents on the table.

Mr. Song picked up the document, touched his neck habitually, and found that he was not wearing his reading glasses. He ordered, "Housekeeper, bring me my reading glasses."

"Yes." The butler hastily opened the drawer, picked up the old man's reading glasses and handed them over.

Mr. Song put on his presbyopic glasses slowly. Song Beiye had caused many troubles over the years, and he was used to people coming to complain every now and then.

For example, getting drunk and making trouble in the store, hurting someone, and many other things.

The Song family can afford to pay, and he is the youngest grandson of the Song family. In the end, Mr. Song can only say a few words and pretend nothing happened.

Then he put all his attention on Song Beixi and raised him as the heir of the Song family.

Seeing that Song Beiye opened a company outside, and even covered the business of the Mu family and the Song family, Mr. Song frowned, but he didn't take it seriously, "Well, the kid built a company just for fun. How can you still complain here? Could it be that he has robbed T Group's business? Shouldn't it? He doesn't have the guts yet."

"He hasn't snatched it yet, but he has already started to snatch it." Mr. Mu took a sip of Dahongpao, regardless of the boiling water, as if to quench his anger, "Old Song, your grandson is really not a worry-free person. You call him back, I'll see him in the end"