Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

"The company wants the real estate market in City A. Which company is the first to start and how to do it... These are your business. In addition..." He raised his hand to hold Chen Ziming's shoulder. "Don't forget your identity, I It’s the boss, you are the employee! In ancient times, if the minister wanted to interfere with the emperor’s private affairs, he would always die very fast!”

Chen Ziming’s back was stiff, but the man smiled and raised his face. “Qin, you...you are getting more and more unpredictable, I can’t understand this.”

"I don't understand the best." Qin Zhaoyang took back his palm and turned his face to look out the window. The two palms were folded back to the back. "The old saying goes, 'It’s hard to get confused!'"

After that, his palms were gently raised.

"Then I am going to be busy first. You can call me whenever you have something."

Chen Ziming owed his back to his back, turned and left the study, took a look at the closed door of the main bedroom, and quickly left.

Inside the main bedroom.

Julie smiled and walked out of the cloakroom. "Madam, your things have been sorted out."

"Thank you." Mu mother nodded gently. "I am a little hungry. You can help me prepare some refreshments."

Julie promised to leave the master bedroom.

"Madam, is your hand okay?" Lin Zifan was concerned about the opening.

"Nothing." Mu mother looked at the direction of the door and stood up and walked to Lin Zifan's side. "You immediately find a safe place and call Mu Lao, and the Goldman Sachs Group wants to start with Muhammad. let him……"

Her words have not been finished, and the door of the master bedroom has been pushed hard.

Qin Zhaoyang came in with a sinking face.

"Mr!"

Lin Zifan took a step back in guilty conscience.

"Go out!"

Qin Zhaoyang is low-lying.

Look at Mu Mama, Lin Zifan reluctantly quit the door and gently slammed into the door.

Mu mother was a little scared at first, and soon calmed down. She sat back on the sofa in silence, took off the gloves on her left hand, and went to pick her right hand.

Because the time spent wearing it is too long, the blisters on the back of the hand have already cracked, sticking to the gloves, and gently pulling is a burning pain.

Qin Zhaoyang strode to the front of the sofa and looked down at the black hair that Mu mother had put up. "Is it worried about your son?"

"I don't understand what you mean."

Mum's mother lowered her face, took a breath, and bit the teeth to loosen the gloves on her little finger.

Qin Zhaoyang jerked his hand and grabbed her chin and raised her face. "You thought I didn't know what you were thinking, let Lin Zifan inform you that the baby son was careful about Goldman Sachs, be careful with me... right?"

Mu mother bit her teeth, "Yes!"

"You..." Qin Zhaoyang was originally guessing. I didn't expect her to directly agree to it. She was so angry that her fingers trembled. "I Qin Zhaoyang has been with you for 20 years. Are you doing this to me?"

"What about you?" Mu mother stood up and looked up at the other's eyes. "How did you promise me? Why do you want to target him now? So many companies under the sun, why do you want to choose A city? Why do you want to choose A? Want to choose real estate? Do you dare say that you are not intentional?"

"I..." Qin Zhaoyang opened his mouth and swallowed the words of his mouth. "What is it, it is because you lied to me first!"

"He is my son. Can't I even see if he has his rights?"

"He is your son, you care about him, then what about me?" Qin Zhaoyang jerked her left hand. "Look at the ring in your hand, don't forget, I am you..."