After Becoming a Little |

Of course, now that our wives have recognized their relatives, our partners have become brother-in-law, and we are even better brothers. The rest is just mutual trust and sincere cooperation, and there are no other thoughts.

Mr. Jin is too aware of the relationship between Mrs. Jin and Lu Wuxia. They are the purest family members. They say they are masters and juniors, but they are actually his own sisters.

No matter how young Baishou Taixuan Lu Yanling looked, she still treated her as her own mother.

Mrs. Jin has been looking for her teachers and sisters for 30 years. In the early years, when winter came, she could not sleep all night. Every time she dreamed back at midnight, she would wake up from the nightmare when she returned to the former site of Huanxiguan and saw only a white field. .

Then I rummaged through the box to find wine, drank the whole bottle, and tried to get myself drunk.

Unfortunately, she has a physique of never getting drunk for a thousand cups, every time she drinks while crying, and blames herself for being useless while crying.

Every time Mr. Jin saw her sluggish eyes with red eyes, he felt so painful that it was hard to breathe, as if his heart was being clenched tightly by someone.

What is money?As long as his wife needs it, he is willing to risk all his wealth.

At his level, he has enjoyed all the things that should be enjoyed, and there is no lack of scenery that should be seen. Even if he is worried about the future of Jinchasiu at the end, he can explain to himself that children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The family business can't keep it.

In fact, it is precisely because Mr. Jin is behind the scenes that the elite group in Japan and Wall Street is filming this time, so Leah Fund dares to make such a reckless charge, which actually scares Wall Street. Big jump, I don't know what the other party has to rely on, missed a step, and then retreated step by step.

Of course, on the other hand, it is precisely because of Mr. Jin's help that Ai Rulong's career has improved to a higher level, and he is even busier, and he has no time to accompany Alia like an old father.

Jin Char Siu nodded half-understood. All the businesses she founded were still in their infancy, and many of them were improvised. There was no way to integrate them together to form a huge group.

In fact, Mrs. Jin also sees these things. Compared with the inheritance of the Mohist Renxia from the senior sister and the inheritance of the Mohism mechanism from the younger sister, she has inherited the knowledge of famous and miscellaneous scholars from Huanxiguan. She is the most business-minded and the most I can see that the future potential of my daughter's mess is not as good as the current...

But it doesn't matter, you have to give your children some room to play, even if they lose money, it's not a big problem.

She is mentally prepared for her daughter to lose one billion yuan, and she plans to spend ten billion yuan in the future to reorganize this stall and turn it into a foundation for these children to settle down. You don't have to make it so clear to your own barbecued pork.

"Isn't uncle unable to accompany Xiaoya anymore?" Jin Chashuo said so, and asked a soul question: "What about the Spring Festival this year? It's the end of December, and the Spring Festival came early this time, around the twentieth of January No... where will Xiaoya be then?"

"Huh?" Mrs. Jin paused, her face froze for a moment.

The sea cucumber on the chopsticks fell back into the bowl, making an extremely soft and soft sound.

Then she silently put down her chopsticks, frowned and fell into deep thought: "Did your sister tell you where you have been this year?"

"No."

"Her father's hometown?"

"That can't be, her grandpa and grandma have gone long ago." Jin Chashu took advantage of this moment to crazily pick up vegetables in his bowl: "Look, her father's side can't do it, her mother—that is, my ancestor Here, isn't Master and her old man still retreating at the moment?"

It is said to be in seclusion, but it is actually frozen and suspended animation, but this cannot be said, and Mrs. Jin will explode when she mentions it.

For many years, she hadn't played Jinchasi in a serious manner. Last time, Jinbai made a mistake, saying that her master had faked her death. After Mrs. Jin was silent for a moment, she broke an arm thick on the spot. The stainless steel guardrail drove her to chase for half a street, threatening to beat her to death on the spot as an unfilial daughter.

That time my own mother definitely came for the truth!

If Aunt Zhuzao was not by her side, she would probably have to be sent to the hospital for ten and a half months.

Thinking of this, Jin Chashu silently picked a large piece of sea cucumber from his bowl and stuffed it into Aunt Zhuzao's bowl: "Come on, Auntie, you eat meat."

As she said that, she also stuffed Epiphyllum with a piece, and responded with a big smile.

Aunt Zhuzao:? ? ?

What bad thing did the big girl do today?

She and Epiphyllum exchanged a look, she didn't understand, so she lowered her chopsticks, eating this hard-won gift with a heavy heart.

You have to be careful later, if you can give such a big piece, it is estimated that the eldest girl came here with the awareness that her own leg was broken by the wife on the spot...

It's a pity that after waiting for a while, nothing happened, Madam Jin picked up the chopsticks again: "Eat, I'll ask my senior sister after I finish eating, or the child can go to our place to live, so I can go to see the snow... It’s okay to go abroad if you can’t, Fengjing is very close to Eastern Europe and South Bar, and it’s exotic.”

Even so, she also looked very confident, but judging from the fact that her appetite for eating had dropped a lot, I'm afraid she was still a little uncertain about her elder sister's idea.

So the golden char siew started to grab food frantically, he couldn't finish it by himself, and even gave a share to the other two.

After she divided the only prawn meat in the dish of baked lobster in soup into three parts, Epiphyllum couldn't hold back.

She put down her chopsticks and whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Aunt Zhuzao moved a beat slower, she ate a little tremblingly, she didn't know how to eat - this kind of script of the fight between the crown prince and His Majesty at the dinner party, her participation in this kind of old minister is pure cannon fodder...

Epiphyllum, who had escaped unharmed, thought for a while and walked towards the bathroom.

Someone came out of the bathroom, walking in a hurry, and suddenly saw Epiphyllum turning around from the corner of the screen wall in the bathroom, they couldn't stop for a moment, and almost collided with each other.

Epiphyllum narrowed her eyes slightly, and staggered her position with a sliding step, avoiding the embarrassing situation of colliding with the opponent.

"Sorry." The other party shook his head and whispered.

This is a foreigner with a high nose bridge and deep-set eye sockets, with obvious Caucasian features, that is, the common Europa, or Caucasian.

The opponent's footsteps were vain, as if he was drunk, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on his body.

Epiphyllum didn't say anything, she nodded and got out of the way, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

But there was a voice of talking coming from the other end of the corridor, and the accompanying footsteps made Epiphyllum stop subconsciously, turned her head indiscernibly, and glanced there from the corner of her eye.

The person who walked over was wearing a white woolen windbreaker with his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, talking to the people around him: "Is this called surveillance? I am eating normally-why, public officials can't eat well Order it? I just got a bonus this month, okay?"

"Okay, you can say whatever you want." The young man accompanying him smiled helplessly: "But wouldn't this be too good? And you said you were going to withdraw the protective line, and it was overwhelmed again .”

A few people followed silently, did not speak, but subconsciously walked around with their eyes, observing the surrounding environment.

"Tch—my own place, can I go somewhere?" The woman in the white windbreaker paused in the corridor for a while while she said so, giving way: "And am I protecting you? I'm here to treat you Eat! Only talk about delicious food, not about work."

The foreigner, who looked like he had just been drunk, walked straight through them and bumped into a person behind him, which was very rude.

But the latter didn't say anything, just glanced at the drunk, and continued to remain silent.

The woman in the white windbreaker rubbed her nose, probably because she felt that the other party's body odor or the smell of alcohol was too strong, so strong that it stinks a bit, as if it had been rotten and fermented.

But there is no way, the body odor of Caucasians has always been a persistent problem.

The woman in the white windbreaker glanced at the back of the other party, retracted her eyes and looked around the room, paused at the door of a "book" private room where there was no one there, looked at her watch, and then led the person into this private room The "Hua" font size is in the next room.

Epiphyllum lit a cigarette with her back against the wall, and waited quietly for a while without moving.

This is a member of the Ninth Bureau. She doesn't know the person in the lead, but she has heard the footsteps of the four behind.

Back in the old town of Dongshan City, the other party met her face to face.

So, the one who took the lead was the famous Dongshan branch "Royal Cat·Bai Li"?

Heh, interesting... Protect what?monitor what?

Epiphyllum stood there and waited for a while, but it wasn't that long, just a few minutes of time difference.

The smoke in his hand was burning slowly, with a dim red light.

Someone went upstairs and entered the empty private room of the bookstore.

Five people... There is a problem with the sound of footsteps.

The one at the front should be the waiter leading the way. The other party has appeared here before, and she has heard the other party's footsteps.

Epiphyllum took a puff of the cigarette, her eyes closed after the smog filled her, and her ears trembled slightly.

There is a person behind... something is embedded in the sole of the shoe, and the sound doesn't feel right.

Iron tin tablet?

No, no, it should be a prosthetic.

But a prosthetic of this weight...

There is also a problem with the sound of footsteps of a person. This step frequency does not match the body shape.

The stride is big enough, the height should be about 1.8 meters... the weight is [-], Lian Jiazi, the steps are very steady, but the feet are too light.

The other party should not usually walk like this, it is a disguise.

There were two other people, Epiphyllum opened his eyes, and his eyes were slightly surprised.

Only the footsteps of one person are left, and the footsteps of another are gone.

There is the sound of wind flowing around, mixed with the slight sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Epiphyllum turned her head subconsciously, and a cat-haired girl who looked like she was about to cry also poked her head out from behind the screen wall, just looking at her like that.

This girl...so fast!

Although she thought so in her heart, Epiphyllum didn't say anything on the surface.

She just glanced at the other party, looked back, and continued to smoke. The hand holding the cigarette was steady and did not tremble.

The crying cat gave her a serious look, blinked her eyes, turned around and went into the next bathroom.

Epiphyllum put out the cigarette butt on the gravel of the ashtray of the trash can next to her, with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Today's Taifeng Building is a bit crowded.

With that in mind, she turned her head and looked out the window.

Dongshan City, twelve noon.

it's dark……

PS: Suddenly, I feel that the Chinese New Year is coming soon... Is it true that the Chinese New Year is happy, very good.

PS2: Cough, continue tomorrow

Chapter 697 0686-What are you doing...

Nanjia Manor

The flow of time has never been shifted by human will.

This is probably the only one in the human world that is fair to all human beings, and it is not even relatively fair.

The quality of the air varies in different regions. The fresh air in Hawaii with the smell of sea breeze is not the same as the scorching air in Australia, which is equivalent to burning 37 cigarettes per cubic meter.

The air quality in Dongshan City is not very good, but the greenery in Nanjia Manor is good, much better than that in the urban area.

At twelve o'clock in the noon, under the bright light of this small world, there is a comfortable forest atmosphere, sweet and slightly cold, which makes people feel refreshed.

The balconies of the villa's buildings are all open, and the air is circulated. A breeze rolled up the curtains of a room on the third floor, revealing the luxurious decoration and the ridiculously large bed.

The assistant lady stood by the window, looking at the sky not far away.