Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 149 Sick Brother ([-]) [Second Update]

Chapter 163

Seeing An Qian's dazed look, An Mo lost all interest in fighting back. He took the initiative to let go of An Huaiyu, took An Qian's hand and sat down on the sofa.Although she knew that this phenomenon was only temporary, Anqian would only hate herself more than before after this, but she was still willing to sit with this sister calmly for a while. What about room?

For several generations, An Mo has never experienced the body of her biological sister. She is an orphan, and she always desires family affection the most. She believes that if given the chance, even if she were the original owner, she would choose to forgive her sister.

After all, the original owner is stupid...

An Mo didn't inherit the feelings of the original owner, so naturally he couldn't feel any empathetic hatred for the harm An Qian caused to her. There was no direct conflict between the two during the task, so she didn't mind shaking hands and making peace.

The two were still sitting on the sofa holding hands, each had different concerns, and neither of them spoke.An Huaiyu glanced at it and continued to work. The huge office was rare and peaceful, but was quickly broken by knocking on the door.

"Director An, shareholders and managers are all here." An Huai's serious returnee assistant said outside the door.

An Qian took the lead. She locked the door secretly after she came in, but she didn't want anyone to see the picture of An Mo being intimate with her brother, but she forgot that no one else would dare to break in except herself.

The door was opened, and the elite assistant, who was like a white-faced scholar wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was standing straight with a pile of documents in his hand. Even when he saw two extra men of the opposite sex suddenly appearing in the office, he didn't change his face, and said hello respectfully: "Miss, Mrs. Miss."

"You know me?" An Mo asked, raising his eyebrows. In his memory, the original owner had never dealt with this person. Every time he got into trouble, An Huaiyu took him away.

The assistant first glanced at his boss, and then continued after getting approval: "I am also responsible for the safety of the second lady."

An Mo's eyes lit up, and he ran over with the dessert bag in his arms: "I'll treat you to a cake, don't tell my brother if I get into trouble in the future?"

"What are you talking about?" Seeing An Mo and his assistant whispering something, An Huaiyu strode to the door and pulled the rabbit back by its tail, thinking about going back and asking the nanny to prepare more animal clothes for his sister to wear.

"Shh - this is our secret." An Mo blinked at the assistant, and forced the bag into the other's hand.

"Say." An Huaiyu took back the bag with a calm tone.

The assistant's face remained expressionless, but what he said was exactly the same as An Mo's voice and tone just now: "I'll treat you to a cake. Don't tell my brother if I get into trouble in the future?"

An Huaiyu's face darkened, he buttoned An Mo's hat and pulled his ears: "Go to the meeting."

An Mo sighed in his heart that this assistant was really talented, but he showed an indignation on the face, stepped on the other person when passing by, raised his head, pouted and stuck out his tongue.

Children have a natural advantage in venting their anger while preventing the other party from hating.

"I'm really sorry, my sister is not sensible, don't worry too much, just wipe it off." An Qian deliberately fell to the back, and waited for the two of them to walk a certain distance before taking out a tissue and telling the assistant.

"Thank you." The assistant took the tissue and showed a faintly curved smile. He stretched out one hand and signaled An Qian to go first: "Please."

An Qian watched the assistant squat down to clean her shoes, her smile deepened a little, and she turned and walked towards the conference room. Little did she know that the man behind her had just turned off the recorder in his pocket, his eyes dark and unpredictable.

"Grandpa Lu, I haven't seen you for a long time." An Qian walked a few steps and caught up with An Mo and the two. An Huaiyu was standing at the door talking to an old man. She saw the old man looking at her when he heard footsteps. Say hello with a busy smile.

Lu Bingliang is An's father's confidant, he is like a military adviser in the gang, and has been assisting An Huaiyu since then, until now he has become one of the company's managers.

He had heard the news that An Mo had been causing trouble, and he also believed that An Mo was the murderer who indirectly killed An Mo's father and Su's mother, so he didn't have a good impression of An Mo at all, and he didn't even give him a look when they met; At this moment, seeing the well-behaved and sensible An Qian, she smiled happily, and patted An Qian's head with pity: "I'm sorry for your child. You have no parents at such a young age. Come to grandpa's house to play when you have time. Your grandma misses you."

An Huaiyu was a little annoyed when he heard the words, why both of them pointed the finger at the most innocent Momo, who was also Uncle An's child, and Momo had never even met his parents, Qianqian is pitiful, Momo Isn't it pitiful!

However, he can't argue with anything. He has expanded the gang to the current scale and status. He is indeed in the limelight and has great means. However, as the veteran of two generations, Lu Bingliang is even more popular and has a lot of important information in his hands. There will be a catastrophic end.

An Huaiyu looked at An Mo with guilt and distress, but saw that the other party blinked at him indifferently, his big almond eyes were shining, as clean and clear as if washed by a handful of clear springs, the black and white pupils reflected his own Ugly face.

Beside Lu Bingliang and An Qian were still exchanging greetings as if no one else was there, An Mo squeezed An Huaiyu's palm that was a little hot from anger, and made faces at him with his back to the two, which finally amused people.

An Huaiyu sighed lightly, and even wanted to immediately hug An Mo into his arms and rub her hair well. For the first time in a long time, he felt that his sister was sensible, and it was distressing to be so sensible.

"Grandpa Lu, let's start the meeting first, everyone is waiting." An Huaiyu put on a half-smile expression again, Wen Yan interrupted the cordial conversation between the two, and walked into the meeting room first, holding An Mo's hand.

In the spacious and bright room, the oval conference table was full of men in suits and leather shoes. When they heard the door opening, they all cast their gazes on An Mo, who was dressed cutely. Soon after, Lu Bingliang and Lu Bingliang who came in followed him. Attracted by An Qian, finally the assistant came in with two chairs.

Lu Bingliang's position was the first on the right side of the first place, and An Qian was pulled by him to sit next to her, and moved to the second place; seeing this, An Huaiyu simply put the chair next to her, An Mo was not stage-frightened. La sat almost at the position of the chief seat, glanced at the subtle expressions of more than a dozen people, and then calmly took out desserts from the bag and ate them, choosing the egg rolls with the loudest sound.

The assistant prepared everything and signaled that the meeting could start. Everyone immediately fell silent, except for An Mo who was still eating.Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one dared to blame the little girl sitting next to the chairman. Rules are different from person to person.

"Your sister is still young, not as quiet as you." Lu Bingliang's voice sounded abruptly, patting An Qian's hand to point out.

An Qian showed an apologetic expression, and turned to An Mo and said, "Momo, my brother is going to have a meeting, you eat—" Before the words "no good" could be said, An Mo immediately interrupted her.

An Mo smiled sweetly: "Thank you sister and Grandpa Lu for reminding me that after the meeting, I can't come in and out at will. I do get thirsty after eating. Brother assistant, please bring me a pot of tea. I want jasmine tea. Thanks."

　Thank you Yan, making money is king, Meng Luo, Shirley Li 19, Gu Qianlian, thank you.

　　Tsk tsk tsk, you two... I remember that there was a cover at the beginning of December, but I only saw it in the middle of the month. The previous white pink one didn't look like a cover

　　
　
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