Chapter 200: Your uncle!

Song Mu was not satisfied with the answer from Song Ruyu. It was not that he could not analyze his cousin's thoughts through Song Ruyu's answer, but that he did not want his cousin to retreat due to his age.

"I heard that - the clown in the kidnapping incident is this kid?" Song Mu suddenly asked.

"No surprise, it should be him." Song Ruyu nodded.

"Although he was full of resentment, he didn't want to have any sex with the army at all. But he was not vague at all. He was a man." Song Mu praised. "I like this kid a little too."

"He doesn't need you to like it." Song Ruyu pursed her lips.

Song Mu grinned and quipped, "That's right. A man like him must be a big beauty like you who is qualified to like it."

After a moment of pause, Song Mu waved his hand and said, "Okay. Just know your feelings anyway. If you have any problems at home in the future, I will be the first to jump out to support you."

Song Ruyu gave Song Mu a light look: "Go back and greet your comrades. Suddenly, aren't you afraid of being scolded?"

Song Mu smiled and said nothing. But his dark eyes were full of love for this cousin.

Those who don’t know the truth think that Song Mu is just a fool. But those who know Song Mu’s background will know that this guy is not only the rank of colonel, but also the ministerial-level leader. Even in the capital of the crouching tiger, hidden dragon, he is also a big shot.

This guy was ruthless, but few people in Sijiu City could withstand it.

But they are low-key, but they don't say it.

There was nothing to say all night. Tang Huan woke up early in the morning and heard a silver bell-like laughter outside the door. It was Sister Liu and the boss who were working together to make breakfast.

Alas, they are all women of some age. Where do you get the girlish heart?

Dong Qingqing was very solemn when working. In private, at least when he was with Tang Huan, he seemed quite cold. Only when he was with Liu Mingzhu could he show his active side in college.

The two joined forces to make a sumptuous breakfast. When Tang Huan washed up and went out, she could enjoy it.

He promised to accompany Song Ruyu's grandfather and morning tea last night, and he had to keep some stomach. But when he saw the two girls get up early in the morning to make breakfast, he couldn't bear to eat it. He had to taste everything. He gave a thumbs up and smiled, "It's so delicious."

"Then guess what I made and what were made by the big boss?" Liu Mingzhu's femininity became more and more intense. She lived a full sense of charm. When she woke up early in the morning, she felt a little itchy when she saw Brother Huan. If it weren't for the big boss, he would definitely have taken advantage of it.

"These tastes a bit strange." Tang Huan pointed to a few exquisite side dishes. "I guess they are the masterpieces of the big boss, right?"

He guessed it all at once. Dong Qingqing was surprised to feel uncomfortable when he heard it.

What is strange is your own.

After smiling, Dong Qingqing didn't have a stern face, but just shrugged, "You are very familiar with the taste of Xiaoliu."

She said something a little sour. Liu Mingzhu couldn't hear it and felt happy.

Tang Huan, who was beside him, was so funny. Is the boss overturning the jealousy?

An inexplicable stimulation surged into my heart. Brother Huan was almost overwhelmed by this emotion...

It happened that Liu Mingzhu was about to enter the house to get some materials, and the man and woman on the table looked at each other. Tang Huan suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Big Boss, do you feel bad? Why do I smell the sour smell?"

"Sourish?" Dong Qingqing's heart tightened slightly and she curled her lips. "Is it because you have a problem with your sense of smell?"

Tang Huan smiled slightly and said seriously: "Although the taste is a bit strange, I have to admit that the boss's cooking skills are still very good. We can have a chance to have a conversation. My egg fried rice has long been deeply rooted in the essence."

Dong Qingqing was about to refute a few more words, but her mind changed, and she said softly: "Can you stop teasing me deliberately in front of Xiao Liu in the future? She is not stupid, and she has been too many times. Can you guess something?"

In recent days, Tang Huan has been chatting with the big boss when he has nothing to do. Although it can be understood as a joke between friends, Dong Qingqing, who has a ghost in his heart, really can't accept it. His guilt towards Liu Mingzhu has become more and more serious.

This made Dong Qingqing's heart sank a lot and he was almost mentally collapsed.

Tang Huan grinned and said, "There is nothing between us, right? Isn't it just a normal communication?"

Dong Qingqing frowned and said, "When I beg you, can you?"

"Of course I have no choice but to do what the boss asks for." Tang Huan finished the last piece of cake, wiped off the fragments at the corner of his mouth, and greeted Sister Liu again, and then he rushed out.

Dong Qingqing, who watched Tang Huan go out, thought to himself: It's such a disaster.

This is the relationship between men and women. As long as you don’t hate each other, you will get along more and more after a long time. There will always be some subtle changes. What’s more, Tang Huan has turned the tide many times and helped the generals of Daxia to make great contributions to Shengtian.

Who wouldn't be shaken by such a capable man?

People are not plants and trees, so who can be ruthless?

Dong Qingqing cleaned up his complicated mood and vowed to keep a distance from Tang Huan. He must not be ashamed of his best friend.

...

The appointment was Grandpa Song Ruyu. But the one who came to pick him up was Zheng Qing who picked him up at the airport. Tang Huan was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask.

After all, Sister Song is a busy person. She invites countless invitations every day, so it is impossible to have time to accompany her throughout the journey. He politely thanked Zheng Qing for picking up the car. The latter was even more polite and said that she should.

The car headed to a small villa far from the city. The environment was quiet and relatively far from the roadway. As soon as the car approached, he saw the gun guard standing at the gate.

At first glance, he was a big boss with a high level. According to Sister Song's age, his grandfather must have retired. But he still has the treatment of a chief. It can be seen how glorious it was back then.

Zheng Qing led Tang Huan directly into the villa, and then met an old man of medium size in the restaurant on the first floor.

The old man was over 80 years old, but he was still energetic. A glimmer flashed from time to time in his eyes. Especially when he saw Tang Huan, he actually stood up and looked at Tang Huan carefully.

Tang Huan was a little awkward when the old man looked at it. He didn't know where to put his eyes. He had to land on the fried noodles on the table-

"Okay. Very good." The old man sighed twice and waved his hand. "Xiao Tang. Come and sit down."

"Yes, Chief."

Tang Huan answered very disciplinedly, and then she sat carefully on the opposite side.

It must be not easy for a big shot to receive himself.

It is impossible to just be a simple reminiscence - the key is that Tang Huan and the old man did not know each other.

So—why?

"Listen to Song Mu, are you pursuing my granddaughter?"

Song Mu, I-Fuck-Your uncle!
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