The billionaire dad is the president

She turned her head to look at the warm and angry Mu Cheng, she teared her face and said with a smile: "Although I like heavy flavors, it's good to taste light flavors once in a while."

Seeing that Mu Cheng's expression softened a little, she was relieved, and continued to eat the delicious but light dishes in front of her.

Gu Sumo snorted coldly: "Troublesome woman."

Mo Qin finished his meal with a cold face.

Only Ye Yan kept smiling gently throughout the whole process.

After eating, Mu Cheng and others went to the conference room to discuss matters, while An Xiaoxiao was allowed to wander around.

She was walking alone on a quiet path, surrounded by one or two guards with guns from time to time.

The structure of this villa is very beautiful, similar to the castle in Philadelphia, but more modern, surrounded by lush green trees, so gloomy that the sun cannot be seen, An Xiaoxiao sighed: "The castle is still beautiful."

The blood jade on his body seemed to sense the master's words, and the small body flashed red light, but it was very faint, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

Finding a place where she could get a little sunshine and sit down, she began to quietly think about what had happened in the past two weeks.

Since when has she been connected with Mu Cheng?

His life was at stake for hers.

From MC to Dark Empire, what kind of person is Mu Cheng?How many things she doesn't know about him, she feels that he is like a mystery, but what she dislikes the most in her life is solving mysteries, because the process is too tiring.

Regarding his affairs, it would be a lie to say that she is not surprised. She is just a good citizen who abides by the law. When she hears illegal things like drugs and arms, can she not be nervous at all?

It's just that this nervousness is only fleeting, and her ability to accept has never been much stronger than ordinary people.

He personally sent her to the brink of death. If it wasn't for him, how could she almost die again and again, but why can't she resent him.

After thinking for a while, An Xiaoxiao didn't come up with any clues, so she couldn't help but sighed again, forget it, she was always easy going.

An Xiaoxiao touched the blood jade on her chest, and couldn't help sighing: "Oh, I haven't seen the boss for so long, I really miss him." I don't know if the boss has forgotten her.

The blood jade on the chest flashed again, this time the light was slightly stronger than last time, and the dark red light painted An Xiaoxiao's flawless white face with a blush.

At that time, in a room on the top floor of the villa.

Mu Cheng, Mo Qin, Ye Yan, and Gu Su Mo were all sitting on a sofa, with stern expressions on their faces.

"Mo Qin, I suspect that our senior management has spies." Ye Yan said while holding his forehead.

Mo Qin nodded: "I know, I have deliberately released a few messages in the past few days, and the people in East M can almost immediately know about it, and they will take care of things before us." After thinking for a while, he Then he said: "I have only told four people about these few news."

"The spy is among these four people." Gu Sumo sneered, those who dared to betray the dark empire really wanted to die!

Mochin paused, then nodded: "Well, these four people are all my confidantes. I really didn't expect that I would cultivate a traitor." His voice was cold and stern, with a hint of cruelty.

Ye Yan's eyes also dimmed a bit: "You mean Qin Yuan, Hong Hu, Hei Feng, and Yin Ying, the four of them." These words are almost affirmative.

Unexpectedly, a traitor would appear among the four of them. These few people were almost cultivated by Mo Qin. They are good hands in the gang, and now they have become thieves who eat inside and outside!

"Have you found out who it is?" Gu Sumo asked.

Mo Qin shook his head: "No." If it were other people, he could have killed them all with one shot. He would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, as a warning to others. These four are his most powerful assistants. It will take many years of running-in to achieve the tacit understanding like it is now.He cherishes talents and is reluctant to kill one by mistake.

Mu Cheng rolled his eyes coldly, and smiled bloodthirstyly: "Then let them reveal themselves."

Mo Qin, Gu Sumo, and Ye Yan looked at each other, and finally nodded slowly. They understood what Mu Cheng meant.

In the next few days, the weather was calm, Gu Sumo and Ye Yan went to New York, Mo Qin returned to the headquarters, and Mu Cheng was also handling business in the villa.

An Xiaoxiao lay on the bed alone and watched the boring eight o'clock file. There was not even a computer in the room. She either ate or slept or watched boring TV shows all day long. If this continued, she would really suffocate to death.

After rolling twice on the bed, she got up resolutely, wearing silk pajamas and sandals, and ran to the kitchen to make a cup of strong black coffee.

Mu Cheng's office is in another room, and she knew that he must be busy again now, so the sound of walking could not help but soften a lot.

The door was ajar, she looked at the crack, bent over and squinted to look inside the door.

The man on the desk was flipping through the documents on hand, and from time to time he stretched his hands to the center of his eyebrows and kneaded them gently, looking very tired.

Thin stubble covered his lips, and the white shirt on his body was also a little wrinkled.

An Xiaoxiao thought for a while, why did she feel that Mu Cheng had suddenly experienced many vicissitudes, but this made him look even more masculine.

An Xiaoxiao opened the door carefully without making a sound, trying not to let Mu Cheng know that she had come in.

It's just that she just took a step in when she heard Mu Cheng's cold voice: "Don't watch TV, what are you doing here?"

An Xiaoxiao paused, raised the coffee in her hand, and said with a smile, "I'll bring you coffee, I ground it fresh."

Mu Cheng raised his eyebrows, took the coffee, and took a sip, um, the temperature is just right, not bad.

Seeing that he drank the coffee, An Xiaoxiao smiled, and stretched her head to look at the documents under his desk. God, I saw a thick stack lying there, and there were about two stacks of such thick ones that had not been turned over. Pass.

She looked at Mu Cheng in disbelief: "Are you going to read all of these tonight?"

Mu Cheng glanced at her: "Nonsense." Then he put down the coffee and continued to process the documents.

An Xiaoxiao looked at his tightly knit brows, her heart trembled, and she walked forward involuntarily. Mu Cheng was concentrating on processing the documents and ignored her.

Suddenly, he felt a soft touch at the temple, and he gently massaged it for him.

The slender five fingers pinched his acupoints, and Mu Cheng only felt that the fatigue from this day had finally dissipated a little bit.

An Xiaoxiao stood behind Mu Cheng, her fingers went around his head, and massaged his temples.She has often done massage in the past, so she is quite familiar with this relatively pediatric massage.