Seeing that he had been eating and replenishing the warm wine in his body after returning from the hospital, Bai Han hesitated for a moment and handed a large stack of information in his hand to the warm wine.

At the same time, I was afraid that Wenjiu might not be able to finish reading the information at the meeting at 8 o'clock in the evening, so I sat opposite Wenjiu and began to tell the story of the internal affairs of the Xuanyuan family in a stern manner.

Wenjiu didn't have any rules to treat her own people, and she didn't think that Bai Han's actions were inappropriate, so she didn't speak out and let the person say that. Besides, she actually wanted these information, just to see the people she had no time to meet in person, as for what she could see.

The technique of speculation in Wenjiu cannot be underestimated. When Bai Han finished drinking a cup of coffee and continued to talk, Wenjiu's eating speed had slowed down. Finally, when Wenjiu was also drinking milk and sitting quietly watching Bai Han, the man then pursed his lips with an unfulfilled feeling, and finally he did not continue to open and close.

Although I finally finished listening to the warm wine, I went in and out of the right ear, I just woke up and felt a little uncomfortable sitting.

Wen Jiu, who stood up, picked up the information on the table, asked Xuanyuan Wuming, "How long will it take to hold a family meeting?"

"I'll have half an hour to go back to the mistress." Xuanyuan Wuming put on the smile of an excellent housekeeper and replied gracefully at Wenjiu.

"Yeah." Wen Jiu nodded and walked towards the room upstairs, while speaking: "In twenty minutes, I need a set of clothes for meetings."

"Yes, the mistress." Xuanyuan Wuming's smile became deeper. In the past, the mistress was dressed in plain colors, but now she claims to be seriously ill. If the mistress was still wearing plain clothes, she still lacked majesty and courage.

"Clothes?" Nalan nodded and thought, "My mistress now has white hair. Wearing plain clothes always makes people feel monotonous and easy to bully!"

"Prepare a red dress." Huo Ran was deeply brainwashed by martial arts novels and hurriedly said to Xuanyuan Wuming: "The styles are as good as before, simple and majestic."

"I think it's good." Nalan nodded and said, "The red is good, it's better to have a bright red one. Don't let them think that the head of the family is gone, our mistress will be easy to bully. If you choose the acting leader, I, Nalan, don't recognize anyone except the one in the mistress's belly."

"There is red." Xuanyuan Wuming thought about it when he heard the remarks of several leaders: "When the head of the house prepared clothes for his wife, each set of clothes had many colors, but the wife preferred plain colors at that time, so those clothes had never been worn." Xuanyuan Wuming said, and turned around and went to the villa to choose clothes.

But they didn't know that as a law enforcement master, Wenjiu is already conspicuous enough. If she still wears gorgeous clothes, wouldn't she become a target for others? So Wenjiu has always been wearing clothes that are the same as those of the poor. After a while, she got used to it, and there was no saying of preference or liking.

Seeing Xuanyuan Wuming leave, the five leaders were fine, because they had been managing things within the Xuanyuan clan for the past month, so the few of them were all in suits and ties, showing majesty.

He likes to think nonsense when he has nothing to do. Huo Ran prefers to think openly. Seeing that Mai Zhen still looks like he wants to fight with his mistress, he spoke leisurely: "Do you think the mistress wakes up too calm this time?"

"Address." He Lan raised his hand and replied, ran to the kitchen to serve a glass of champagne and took a sip: "In my experience as a person who has experienced it, such peace is mostly not for three reasons, one is that the wife does not love the head of the family deeply."

"Reject." Bai Han didn't raise his head and played with the computer in his hand, replying two words.

"Cough cough." He Lan continued to guess: "The second type is that the wife has made some decisions or goals. Once this goal is completed, the wife may go to the head of the company."

"I'll discuss this." Nalan nodded and said, "Madam may want to protect the things in the head and wait until the blood of the head is successfully inherited, and then go down to find the head. Thinking about it this way can indeed stimulate a person to instantly become the same as ordinary people."

"Tao," Mai Zhen sneered at this statement: "Didn't she say before getting on the plane that as soon as the head of the family leaves, she will take out the child and go with the head of the family? So what are she doing now?"

"Mai Zhen!" Bai Han frowned and looked at his lover who was a little sarcastic in recent times.

Mai Zhen seemed to realize that his words were inappropriate. After pulling his mouth at several people, he stopped talking. In fact, Mai Zhen understood in his heart that he didn't actually want his wife to go there, but he just thought that the person he admired was gone and that he could not find the murderer, so he felt so nervous.

When Huo Ran heard Mai Zhen’s words, he looked at him coldly, then turned to Helan and said, “After coming, where is this third type?”

"The third type?" He Lan smiled, with a hint of mocking in his eyes: "Didn't you read the most martial arts novels in Huoran? The third type is that it is possible that the head of the family has not passed away..."

"Super discussion!" Mai Zhen, who had already tightened his mouth, quickly spoke. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Mai Zhen curled his lips and said, "Is there anything wrong with the head of the family and his wife like this?"

"I'll also discuss it." Although it was impossible for Nalan and Bai Han to speak out the same words.

It happened that Xuanyuan Wuming had already brought the clothes, shoes and socks in his hand. Hearing the few people keep talking about the discussion, he asked casually with some confusion: "What are the leaders of the people discussing?"

"The person in charge of the family is still alive." He turned his back to Xuanyuan Wuming upstairs. Mai Zhen had no idea that the people in the room had opened the door. He took the clothes from Xuanyuan Wuming's hand, frowned, and said nothing. Instead, he looked downstairs at the few people who were looking downstairs in a panic and said coldly: "I'll also discuss it."

Mai Zhennalan: "What?"

Bai Han Helan suddenly said: "·······" Why do they think that the wife cannot be one of these three types at all, but there is one. The wife actually believes in a cult? Or is she already very good at making psychological hints to herself like Mai Zhen?

However, Wenjiu did not react too much to the reactions of several people. He just went into the house to change his clothes. Because of his pregnancy, Xuanyuan Wuming gave up on putting Wenjiu on high heels and instead took a pair of extremely comfortable flat shoes. However, these shoes were not modern craftsmanship, but cloth shoes that Xuanyuan Jimo had specially hired from Jiangnan to embroidered bit by bit.

High-end and elegant, but it is already graceful without makeup. The starry eyes flow side by side, without sadness and joy in the eyes, clear, without resentment, and clean.

However, the eyes that looked quite harmless on weekdays became strange and deep under the rendering of this bright red body. The gray hair on the end should have been uncomfortable, but it was casually tied up and closed by Wenjiu using the blood-red jade hairpin that was not prominent on weekdays, and the remaining hair was drooped and brushed with the waist.

The soft but not without nobility, charming but elegant. The dark pupils in the big cat's eyes were like priceless treasures in the world. They should have been pure and pleasing. At this time, the few people present only saw a cold and cold silence inside, which made people feel chilled. They dare not look at it more often. The right curve of the corners of their mouths made the whole delicate face naturally add a touch of charm, which was gorgeous but not vulgar, but from a distance, they could not get close.

Xuanyuan Wuming, who was following Wen Jiu, saw several heads hanging their eyes unconsciously, and then nodded with satisfaction. It should have been like this, whether the Xuanyuan family is the head or the mistress, they should be a fearful existence.

But at this moment, when I saw the warm wine reaction of several people, my thoughts were deep and quiet. She had also come to this scene. It was her blood stained with blood. After slaughtering the imperial city, when they stepped into the position of the head of the law enforcement hall, those who had snatched her food were so afraid to look up at her.

Why did you make people so scared at that time? Yes, it was the person who trained himself as the master of the hall to tell himself: "Nine, you must remember that from now on, you will be the master of the law enforcement hall. If you say one, others cannot say two. If there is a violation, you should be punished. Only then will others be afraid of you, respect you, and you will have your own rules and regulations!"

"Otherwise you will be a mistake for everyone, and you will be a natural choice. I like to see you struggle. I have pushed you to this position, and I will also spend my whole life watching you be harmed from that position!"

Unfortunately, he couldn't see himself coming down from that position until he died. However, at that time, warm wine was free and casual, and he didn't like someone to observe her everywhere. So one day, he stepped on the man and told him: "Since I snatched food from others, I wanted to use my eyes that you praised to see the scene of you being executed by me."

Wenjiu did not step into that position after all, but the position of the lord and the position of the lord of the law enforcement hall were combined, because Wenjiu told them that she was the rule.

People in the world say that things that happened in the past are different, but who would have thought that even she had drunk herself, could she have different lives even if she killed countless people like her?

Thinking of Wen Jiu, who was here, laughed and said to Xuanyuan Wuming as he came down: "Go to the conference room first."

"Yes, mistress." Xuanyuan Wuming took a step forward, walked towards the door, and led the person into the conference room of the villa next to him. Looking at the empty conference room, Xuanyuan Wuming spoke and reminded: "My mother, there are still three minutes and eight o'clock left."

"Yes." Wen Jiu nodded and continued to look through the unfinished information in his hand. When the heads of the main house who finally came to their senses came, they saw such a picture.

Their mistress was alone, and was quickly flipping through the densely packed font files in their hands, while none of the twelve elders who should have appeared in the meeting were there.

If the head of the family was still there, how could they dare to deliberately give the mistress a devil? The head of the family, who were a little angry and sad, were not as powerful as the twelve elders. Seeing that Wen Jiu had not spoken, they sat at the farthest place from Wen Jiu, where they were their place.

Finally, Wenjiu quickly flipped through the last page of information in his hand, and looked up, but saw that none of the other eleven came in the entire conference room except for the third elder and the other five leaders.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Wen Jiu's slightly puzzled expression. Mai Zhen's hand under the bottom of the table became tighter and tighter. The group of immortal things, the lady said, "I wish I could hit me." Now these old guys are good, and this is awesome!"

In fact, Wen Jiu said that she really didn't doubt such a scene, but maybe Mai Zhen sat far away and saw Wen Jiu squinted as a confused doubt.

Putting down the information, warm wine with a slightly curled mouth nodded to the third elder, waved his hand to call Xuanyuan Wuming and said, "How long has it been since eight o'clock?"

"It's been ten minutes since I returned to my mistress..." Xuanyuan Wuming answered respectfully.

Unexpectedly, a "bang" suddenly came from the door. Xuanyuan Yi was wearing a messy suit and didn't even have a tie. He stood at the door with a smile and nervousness and looked at Wen Jiu and said, "Miss mother, I'm sorry, my father suddenly fell ill and said he was frightened and needed rest. I just went on a business trip before getting off the plane."

"Sit down." Wen Jiu nodded and smiled softly.

"Yes! Miss Mother." Xuanyuan Yi bent down at Wen Jiu, walked to the position of the elder and sat down calmly. In fact, Xuanyuan Yi was about to collapse. His father was also confused. What kind of family glory is greater than anything else. If the housekeeper hadn't called him to tell him about this matter.

Xuanyuan Yi knew that his elders' family might be over. The engagement ceremony was enough to let Xuanyuan Yi know that this mistress was different from an ordinary woman.

After seeing someone sitting down, Wenjiu smiled and leaned against the conference chair and closed her eyes to rest: "Wu Ming started to remember the late time of each elder, one minute late..."

Wen Jiu didn't finish her words, but her cold and leisurely tone made Xuanyuan Yi and the third elder sweat. However, Xuanyuan Yi didn't know that since today, he would not need to compete with his brothers as the elder!

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