Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

"Maybe it's changed. I'm too busy to contact recently. I'll ask sen'er." Seeing the anger on her husband's face, Yao Xiangxue immediately dialed her son's mobile phone to ask.

"What? You sent her to a city... "

"Nangongsen, what's the matter with you?

She is your own sister. You sent her so far and so hard to suffer.

Now, bring it back to me right away. " Nangong Shen took the phone in his wife's hand and shouted at Nangong Sen.

"Well, Dad, don't be angry. She strongly asked to go, so I let you go."

"Nangongsen, let her come back to me immediately. All the people in the group are dead?

You control my daughter where birds don't shit? " Nangong Shen was angry for the first time and angry with his son for the first time.

Yao Xiangxue doesn't know whether her husband took the wrong medicine today and made such a big fire for no reason.

"Dad, don't be angry..."

Yao Xiangxue looked at his angry husband and took his cell phone.

"Sener, your father has reached menopause. Don't worry. Listen to your father and get her back. "

"I see."

Nangong sat there with deep anger. He couldn't control Nangong Sen's decision.

But he can control his daughter

Husband, don't be angry

。 Think about it. There's nothing wrong with your daughter going out to exercise. Go out and experience the hardships of life. Later, you will understand that life is not easy... Yao Xiangxue persuaded her husband and calmed his anger.

Nangongsen didn't know why his father was so angry. He picked it up.

At this moment, he was scolded by his father. He sighed for a while and dialed Nangong orange's cell phone again.

Let her come back, or my father will fight with himself.

The other end of the phone rang for a long time and didn't answer. It was just when he was about to hang up.

"What's up? I'm busy!" The speaker is Han Jingshu, not Nangong orange. Besides, it's very noisy next to Han Jingshu, and Han Jingshu's tone is also very blunt. She's as impatient as others owe her hundreds of millions.

"Put her on the phone!" Nangong Sen said patiently.

"She's very busy. She has something to say to me. It's all right, hang up! "

"Let Nangong Yue go back to Yin City, and I will send others to take over her work. Don't yell at me. I owe you the same. Han Jingshu, can you hear me clearly? " Nangongsen was uncomfortable. After hearing Han Jingshu's voice, the volcano erupted.

"Nangongsen, why do you talk to me like this.

You waited for me to come back to the Yin city to settle accounts with you. You were so noisy that you were actually a fool. " Han Jingshu was angry. On the hospital bed next to her, there was a pale Nangong orange. It looked the same as death, and her tone was even more arrogant.

"Han Jingshu!"

The phone was hung up. When nangongsen dialed it again, it was turned off, and even her original contact information could not be contacted.

"Shit, I'm sick!" Nangongsen was so angry that he pushed off the documents on the desktop and fell at the feet of the assistant who had just entered the door.

The assistant was startled and looked carefully at the anger on the man's face sitting behind the desk. I don't know who provoked him, and my heart suddenly missed a section.

"President, there's nothing special today. The weather is also good. There are some excellent collections in the museum. Would you like to have a look? " The assistant suddenly remembered.