"I forgot it a long time ago, I didn't expect you to still remember it." I replied coldly, "Okay, I believe it."

As if he had won a victory on the battlefield, Mao Yiran raised her head and went to the bedroom to sleep.

There is no three hundred taels of silver here!

I sneered in my heart, there is a saying that you don’t bring it upon yourself, and it’s true. The more she is thinking about condoms, doesn’t it mean that she has something going on in her heart?

When we went to bed at night, she and I were back to back, ignoring each other. She fell asleep immediately, but my mind was so confused that I couldn't fall asleep.

How can I sleep?

There are too many things that happened during the day and too much information that I received. I need to sort it out and organize my thoughts to decide what to do next.

First of all, she should have received the videotape sent to Nan Ruozi. But she didn't get any feedback. Something was wrong.

I sent it through the post office and registered it, so it will definitely not be lost. The sender left my name and mobile phone number. Ordinarily, after Nan Ruozi watched the video, she should contact me as soon as possible, and she would

She tried to verify her husband’s cheating, but she didn’t contact him well.

This is not normal.

Secondly, what Sherlock said to me was so strange.

As Huang Keyu's assistant, he actually told me the inside story about my company's bankruptcy. This kind of cheating came from within the Tianxiao Group, which is really unbelievable. As I analyzed at the beginning, Sherlock should know that I belong to the bankrupt company.

Boss, he pretended not to know, and seemingly unintentionally told the inside story through Gu Junshan. Obviously, this guy saw that I had drunk a lot, and brought a fruit knife under the pretense of asking the waiter to bring watermelon. His purpose was to make me angry.

He killed Huang Keyu with a knife.

There are only two possibilities for Shylock's behavior. First, he is insane or has brain damage. Second, he has a grudge against Huang Keyu and wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

The first possibility is of course ruled out.

Then, there is the second possibility: he has a grudge against Huang Keyu.

An assistant actually wanted to kill his boss, but the boss had no idea. Huang Keyu, in particular, was a shrewd man, but he didn't know that the assistant wanted him to die every day. It's incredible!

It seems that there are conflicts within the Tianxiao Group, and they are not ordinary conflicts.

It is necessary to find an opportunity to communicate with Sherlock.

…

When I arrived at the company the next day, Xiao Meina called me over. She said with a straight face and a serious face: "You should prepare the bidding documents of the power supply company immediately, and then go to the Materials Department to let the other party see if it is suitable. In addition,

Contact Mr. Wang and ask when is the appropriate time to inspect the construction site, determine the decoration plan as soon as possible, and sign the contract as soon as possible."

When she said this, she was completely businesslike, as if nothing happened last night.

I originally wanted to show some concern and ask her if she had a good rest last night, but seeing that her attitude was very cold, I didn't say anything.

This is an unpredictable woman.

Back to the business department, I took out the bidding document template given by Li Jie and told Gao Dayong to find two salesmen to do this. After they are done, I will take a look and modify them if there are any problems. Then, I asked Gao Dayong for leave.

He said that I would go back to my hometown to pick up the children. Gao Dayong agreed and said that you should go and come back quickly. This project of the power supply company cannot be done without you. When you come back, we can go to the power supply company and communicate with Mr. Wang.

It takes nearly two hours to take a bus back and forth to my hometown in the countryside. Not only is it time-consuming, but I also have to walk a dirt road after getting off the bus, which is very inconvenient. Therefore, I had to bite the bullet and go to Xiao Meina to borrow her car.

When I walked to the door of the chairman's office, I knocked on the door, but there was no response. I pushed the door open tentatively, and saw Xiao Meina sitting on the sofa, holding a photo in her hand, looking at it intently.

She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even hear the sound I knocked on the door just now.

After I got closer, I glanced at the photo.

In the photo, there is a girl with blue eyes and blond hair, about sixteen or seventeen years old, very beautiful. Behind the girl is an old building, European style, in which several pigeons are flying from the roof of a building.

Fly away into the distance.

"Mr. Xiao, this girl is so beautiful."

Seeing me standing in front of her, Xiao Meina came back to her senses and glanced at me, "Li Yang, are you okay?"

"I would like to borrow Mr. Xiao's car for a while."

"You're not going out," Xiao Meina glared at me, took out the car keys and handed them over, "Why are you going?"

"Go back to your hometown and bring your son back."

"How old is your son?"

"Four years old."

"It's great to have a son," Xiao Meina smiled slightly, "Is he as smart as you?"

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Xiao. My son is quite smart, but I am not smart."

"You are really..." Xia Mina smiled and glared at me, "Yes, you are not smart, you are a fool. Your son is smart, so he must have inherited your wife's genes? Right?"

"My wife?"

I smiled bitterly and shook my head. I thought to myself, Mao Yiran is very smart, but she is just being clever. Mao Yiran is not only smart, but also a good actor.

"You have a happy family, which is really enviable." After Xiao Meina finished speaking, she ordered me in an imperative manner, "Go back quickly, don't delay the renovation of the power supply company."

After saying that, her eyes returned to the photo in her hand, her eyes full of relief and love.

I couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Xiao, this girl in the photo is so beautiful. Is she your daughter?"

This sentence is completely unintentional.

Xiao Meina raised her head, glared at me, and said with an angry face, "Am I that old?"

It’s over!

I secretly cursed myself for talking too much. A woman likes to be called young and hates being called old. How could I be so careless? The girl in the photo is at least fifteen or sixteen years old, while Xiao Meina looks only thirty years old.

How could it be her child if he was in the spotlight?

"Otherwise I'm stupid."

I had no choice but to laugh at myself, "Mr. Xiao looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, so this kid is about right to call you sister. I just, I just think that the girl in the photo is too pretty, as if she is just like you, Mr. Xiao, so

, I just think she should have a beautiful mother like you."

Xiao Meina glared at me again, "Poor talker."

However, there was a sense of pride in her eyes as if she was being admired by a man.

After returning to my hometown, my son saw me and excitedly rushed up and hugged my neck, "Daddy is coming, daddy is coming!"

I picked up my son and spun him around, "Pengpeng, do you miss daddy?"

"think."

After the son responded happily, he asked, "Where's mom? Why didn't mom come back with you?"

My heart felt like being pricked by a needle. I would definitely divorce Mao Yiran. After the divorce, my son lost his mother. This is very cruel to a child who is only four years old.

"Mom is teaching dance to the children at school," I said casually and quickly changed the subject, "Son, have you been obedient at your grandparents' house these days? Have you been naughty?"

His father said: "Pengpeng was naughty and mischievous when he came here last time, but he is more obedient this time. Now that he has entered the kindergarten class, it is just different."

The son proudly said: "During class, Teacher Zhou told us that when we enter the senior class, we become little men and we have to learn to be responsible for ourselves."

My father and I were amused by the way our son puffed out his chest when he spoke. However, I don’t know the teacher Zhou my son mentioned. Usually Mao Yiran picks up my son when he goes to kindergarten. Occasionally, I also go to pick him up. I remember my son’s teacher looks like

If your surname is not Zhou, the teacher should be changed.

At this time, my mother, who was visiting a neighbor's house, came in from outside, saw me, and asked, "Yangyang, did you come back by yourself? Why didn't Yiran come back with you?"
Chapter completed!