The President's Sweet Trap

"Look at you, you scared my beauty away. Young master Ben told you that now I am very angry and want me to go back with you. Just like her, kneel down and beg me to go back!"

The leader's bodyguard's face became ugly. He was from Nanfeng and was always sent to protect him around Er Shao. He always knew nanchunjie as a calm and polite person.

Today, however, he has subverted all his perceptions of him, become overbearing and unreasonable, and even despise people like his wife.

The leading bodyguard couldn't stand such humiliation. He waved to the other bodyguards behind him: "please go home, second young master!"

The bodyguards were embarrassed. They saw the favor of the second young master of Nanfeng, so they took the second young master back in case

"I'm responsible for something!"

With this guarantee, the bodyguards no longer hesitated. They went to set up Nan Chunjie and walked outside the hotel.

Nan Chunjie struggled for a few times. Without struggling, he simply stopped struggling. The evil smile on his face never disappeared, but his eyes were full of cold ice cones.

Back to Xiyuan, as soon as he entered the door, he saw that the servants were tidying up things. When he looked carefully, he found that they were tidying up Zhao Yalan's things.

Nan Chunjie immediately rushed over and grabbed a water cup from a servant. It was Zhao Yalan's favorite.

He shouted, "who made you move this water cup? Who gave you the courage? My mother has just died. You both want to climb on her head, don't you? "

The servant was afraid to answer. Nan Chunjie looked upset and shouted, "get out!"

With tears in his eyes, the servant quickly turned and ran outside. The other servants looked at each other and wondered whether they should continue to clean up.

"What? Shall I invite you out one by one? " Nan Chunjie held the cup in his hand and glanced around.

Several servants quickly put down their things, and those who dared not say a word walked towards the door.

"I told them to clean up!" The sound of Nanfeng sounded outside the door.

Nan Chunjie kept silent, put the cup in his hand back to the original place, silently sorted out other things, and put them back to the original place one by one.

Nanfeng was angry when he saw his son like this.

"Look at you now. How can you reassure your mother? Just this setback beat you? You still want to win your big brother. With your ghost appearance, what can you win? "

Nan Chunjie suddenly laughed. He was out of breath, and his tears fell down his face.

"A little setback? Dad, did you really love my mother? She's dead. She's dead. Do you know that in your eyes, her death is just a small setback? "

Nan Chunjie couldn't understand this. Even for so many years, he couldn't understand whether his father loved or owed his mother.

Say love, for so many years he didn't fight for a place for his mother in front of the old man. Say no love, he saw all his tolerance for his mother.

That day, I knelt down to the old man in front of so many people, but now, when I face him, I say it's just a small setback.

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand!

Nanfeng listened to his words, a trace of pain flashed through the fundus of his eyes, but soon disappeared.

As a father, he can't show a trace of vulnerability in front of his son at this time. In that case, his son will only fall into the pain of losing his mother.

The old man and nanqingchen will not reflect the family affection of the family at this time. He is the only one who can support his son.

"Ah Jie, no matter how sad you are, your mother will not survive. Is she gone and we will spend the next days in sorrow and tears? Ah Jie, you still have a long way to go. Your parents will leave you one day. Your mother just left a little earlier! Do you understand what I mean? "

Nan Chunjie squatted down with his head in pain and grabbed his hair with both hands.

He knew Nanfeng was right. He still had a long way to go. He couldn't hurt spring and autumn so much.

The property of the Nan family is in the hands of the old man. His father can't help him too much. He can only rely on himself. Now he can't continue to be passive. He wants to take the initiative.

"Dad, I want Nanshi!" The moment he looked up again, he looked firmly at Nanfeng.

Nanfeng came up to him and stretched out his hand to pull him up. At this moment, he was pleased. He knew that his son could figure it out.

"Ah Jie, if you want to enter Nanshi, Dad can transfer all my shares to you, but you know, dad has only 30% of the shares, the other 60% is in your grandfather's hands, and 10% is some loose shares."

Nan Chunjie nodded. He swept away his decadent state just now. "Don't say what the old man has for the time being. Will the other 10% have a chance to take it all back?"

"Ah Jie, dad really didn't read you wrong! It's just... "Nanfeng was very pleased. He felt that after Zhao Yalan, his son seemed to grow up overnight, but it was not so easy for his son to take back the 10% shares.

Although the Nan family company did not carry forward in his hands, the foundation laid by the old man was there. Even if only 0.1% of the shares were worth hundreds of millions, it was difficult for ah Jie to recover his shares!

Nan Feng didn't finish what he said, but Nan Chunjie fully understood what he wanted to express.

"Dad, how much money can you transfer now?"

Nanfeng pondered for a moment and shook his head: "I really don't know. Your mother is basically in charge of the money. Your mother left suddenly. We have to check the specific number, but..."

In the middle of Nanfeng's words, he swallowed back. To tell the truth, he didn't have much money to help his son. Most of the money handed over to Zhao Yalan every month was wasted by her.

Nan Chunjie saw his father's embarrassment. He understood that his father was afraid that he really couldn't take out too much money.

What kind of woman his mother is, he knows better than anyone. She is afraid that Nanfeng's money will flow over there, so she can spend as much money as she takes back from Nanfeng every month. Sometimes she asks him if it's not enough.

It seems that this time, he has a hard battle to fight.

"Or dad will find a way to borrow some money from the bank?" Nanfeng proposed.

Nan Chunjie shook his head. Bank loans are just a drop in the bucket and can't be of much use at all.

"Dad, I'll figure it out by myself. Don't worry about it. I just ask you to find out what happened to my mother's death. If nanqingchen did it, I'll make him pay for his blood!"