Xiaoluokung leaned against the door frame with a smile, and said with a smile, "What are you talking about?
I don't understand China's national conditions at all.
How many people are giving birth outside of China in this day and age?
My mother gave birth to me in the hospital, okay?
What you said is a little bit Smells like a wild wife.”
Mu Qianling pulled Xiaoluo Basket behind him, touched her head, and whispered, "Baby, what does Mommy teach you?"
"Be polite to polite people, and be even more unreasonable to unreasonable people than she is," Xiao Luokang said with her hands in her hands in an angry tone.
"That's right, now Mommy will teach you one more thing, stay away from shameless people and be careful of being polluted.
Go upstairs and draw, Mommy goes to work."
Then he glanced at Mu Xuelin and his wife who were standing at the door, with sharp eyes, "Bring your woman back, will you be worthy of my dead mother?
Sorry, I am very busy today, and not everyone can receive her."
As he said this, he took his bag and prepared to close the door and go out.
But his arm was grabbed by Tang Yaru, "Why do you say this about your father?
We really love each other.
Is it wrong for him to pursue his own love?
What's more important is that he gave you life."
Mu Qianling's chest felt like she had been hit hard by a punch, and the pain made her unable to breathe.
She twitched the corners of her mouth and looked at Mu Xuelin with red eyes, "So?"
"Go in and talk, we can't tell you at the door."
Mu Xuelin let Tang Yaru hold his arm, acting like an elder, and pretended to enter the house.
"Bang" sound.
Mu Qianling closed the door and said, "Let's make a long story short."
"Master Li San took you away last night and then withdrew his investment in your father's company.
Mu Qianling, you can't be like this as a human being.
He is your father anyway, and hurting your own father is something that cannot be tolerated by nature."
Tang Yaru said quickly.
He taught Mu Qianling a lesson.
Mu Qianling narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Xuelin indifferently without saying a word.
The corners of Mu Xuelin's mouth twitched, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Go and intercede.
Dad has been sorry to you before.
After the difficulties are over, he will make up for you in the future."
After hearing this, Mu Qianling pulled away his hand with a bitter smile on his lips.
"But what should I do?
Seeing that you guys are suddenly having a hard time makes me a little happy."
"You are indeed a white-eyed wolf."
Tang Yaru angrily raised his hand and slapped Mu Qianling in the face.
Before his face even touched, he was caught by a strong hand.
"Madam, the Third Master has asked us to pick you up for work," a deep, emotionless voice sounded.
Mu Qianling turned to look at the four tall men in suits standing at the door, with a twitchy look on his face.
Damn it, where is work?
Is it completely a disguised form of house arrest?
SK Group, Secretary's Office of the President's Office.
As soon as Mu Qianling arrived at the door of the office, eight secretaries, four men and four women, had been waiting at the door for a long time.
Colleagues are all cheerful people, and Mu Qianling quickly integrated into the new team.
The colleagues in the secretary office were all new members of the SK Group, and no one knew that Mu Qianling was Li Zheyan's ex-wife.
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When several male colleagues saw Mu Qianling's stunning face, they happily chatted with Mu Qianling and rushed to teach Mu Qianling how to familiarize himself with the company's rules and regulations.
Lin Hui put a document in front of Mu Qianling with a gentle smile, "Qianling, the president has a meeting now.
You can follow me and get familiar with it first."
Mu Qianling smiled and nodded, "No problem."
He stood up and followed Lin Hui with his notebook, and walked into the luxurious and spacious conference room.
Before he could sit down, he felt a strong aura and a steady sound of footsteps coming toward him.
Today, Li Zheyan was wearing a black suit with his shirt buttoned to the top.
He looked meticulous.
He even had his hair styled specially, making his delicate and sharp facial features even more handsome.
Mu Qianling, who was sitting at the corner, raised his head and looked at Li Zheyan, who was sitting on the chair, with clear eyes.
He could just see the handsome profile, which gradually overlapped with a profile from seven years ago.
At that moment, it seemed that the tense heartstrings suddenly broke.
The calm mood suddenly became turbulent Mom, why does this man look so much like the man who ate her up seven years ago: