After her identity was exposed, the CEO’s ex-wife asked for reconciliation

"How about it?"

When Jiang Feng came back, the old man didn't even raise his head, and he didn't forget to speak.

Although the old man didn't make it clear, Jiang Feng understood that this meant asking how his future junior brother was doing.

"Well, what should I say? There is still hope."

Jiang Feng touched his chin, and after thinking for a moment, he gave a decisive answer.

This actually surprised the old man. He was so surprised that he didn't even care about the plants he was busy with. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Feng.

The look in his eyes was very strange, as if Jiang Feng was possessed by something strange.

"You didn't say that before."

"That's what I said, if your character is not good, then it's not good. If it seems to be okay now, then it's not okay."

Fortunately, no one else could come to the back garden due to the spread of toxic mist. Otherwise, they would have been confused by the riddle-like conversation between the master and the apprentice.

"I have accepted this apprentice. If he still doesn't agree when the mist matter is resolved, just tie him up and take him with you."

Since the plant in his hand was at a critical moment, the old man didn't have much free time to chat with Jiang Feng, so he directly told Jiang Feng the final solution.

Hearing this, Jiang Feng clicked his tongue.

"Old man, are you recruiting a disciple or kidnapping..."

"Then don't worry about it. You will be responsible for the kidnapping when the time comes... Bah, I'll take care of the kidnapping and the apprenticeship myself!"

As he spoke, the old man felt something bad and lowered his head deeper in order to get closer to the roots of the plant to see what was wrong.

"Okay, please leave quickly, it will affect the growth and development of my little seedlings!"

Now that the matter was settled, the old man who had crossed the river and demolished the bridge immediately drove Jiang Feng away mercilessly in order to devote all his energy to cultivating plants.

Jiang Feng didn't care, shrugged and left.

It doesn't matter whether the old man saw it or not. He just felt that someone had raised his salary when he relaxed and needed some small actions to relieve the anger in his heart.

After all, Jiang Feng didn't expect that even after he had driven Ma Bozhuo away, the first thing he did after he returned was to return to the room by the window on the second floor to monitor him.

I really don't know what to say!

"Junior brother, why can't you be obedient?"

A misty voice came from the connection between the back garden and the old house, but Jiang Feng was nowhere to be seen, leaving only an arc trace blown open by the invisible wind, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

Thinking of this junior brother, Jiang Feng couldn't help but think of another thing. He originally wanted to go to Ma Bozhuo to settle accounts, but his movements changed and he walked in another direction on the second floor.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a sudden knock on the door in the quiet room. Maybe the person who came was not that evil, but this sudden sound was still too lethal for the two frightened people.

"what!"

Ma Weiwei was startled, and she subconsciously exclaimed, her white and tender hands covering her mouth in an instant.

If she hadn't accidentally covered her nose in desperation, she might not have let go.

After hearing someone knocking on the door, Ma Boyue tiptoed towards the door, still holding tightly in his hand the wooden stick he had removed from the clothes hanger next to the door.

Maybe this kind of small wooden stick doesn't have much lethality. At least if he deals with some people who want to do evil to them in a hurry, Ma Boyue still has some chance of winning.

As if he was impatient to wait, there was another knock on the door.

Ma Boyue turned his head and looked at Ma Weiwei. After giving her a comforting look, he took two deep breaths, then let go of one hand and opened the door with lightning speed.

If Jiang Feng hadn't caught the wooden stick that Ma Boyue was about to land on his forehead in time, other ordinary people might have seen blood by now.