After Becoming a Little |

"That sister is also wearing a red scarf..."

Nan Feng recalled his daughter's words, and the expression on his face suddenly became darker while humming the song.

Could this incident have been arranged by the husband's family?They have never liked girls and insisted on having a grandson

After her husband passed away, he left behind an entire designer firm and nearly [-] million assets. If there is no Coco, the rightful first heir, then these tens of millions of properties are very likely to be used by the husband's family through various means. means to take it back.

No, not only this incident, but even the lady with the red scarf who saved the life this time may be part of a bitter scheme...

Because of the events of the past few years, Nan Feng, who has the potential to suffer from paranoia, was climbing the stairs. The pale fluorescent lights of the fire stair suddenly flickered. The sound of wind tearing through the air.

She suddenly raised her head and saw a girl in a trench coat who was supporting the railing with one hand and turned down layer by layer.

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Arya stopped abruptly, tapped her toes, and landed in front of Nan Feng.

Yo, isn't this the single-parent big sister in my neighbor's house who is busy with work and leaves early and returns home late?

In modern cities, materialistic desires have long lost the human touch of the countryside that 'distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors'. Many times, the names of neighbors who have lived for several years are not clear, let alone friendship.

But if there is no friendship, there is no friendship. Everyone brushes each other's faces and nods politely.

Arya didn't expect the other party to have a fitness hobby of climbing stairs with her daughter at night: "Uh-good evening, just got back?"

Nan Feng looked at the number of firefighting stairs that could not be seen, and nodded dumbly: "Ah... ah, yes, just came back, the elevator downstairs is broken, so..."

"Oh, what a coincidence, I said why I didn't respond when I pressed it."

Alia stroked the ends of her hair that had slipped down: "Well, I still have things to do, so don't bother."

"Okay, okay, you're busy." Nan Feng hurriedly took a few steps back and stepped aside at the corner of the stairs. After all, she took up a lot of space with her baby and bear doll in her arms.

When Arya passed by Nan Keke, she looked at the child's good-looking face: "Is there any problem with the child's examination?"

Nan Feng subconsciously shook his head: "No, it's fine."

"That's good."

Arya smiled and went down.

Nan Feng took a breath and slammed the bag that was about to slide down on her shoulders. She immediately realized something, turned her eyes wide and turned to look at the direction Alia was leaving, and then looked at the bag in her arms. South Cocoa.

The phrase 'no problem with the child's examination' echoed in his mind, and his voice, body shape, and even the amazingly beautiful long hair all overlapped with the girl with the red scarf and mask in his memory.

"Ma... Ma Ma..." Nan Keke rubbed his eyes: "Are you home?"

"..."

Nan Feng let out a long sigh, pulled out of his incredible thoughts, and smiled reluctantly at his daughter: "Not yet, do you want to climb the stairs by yourself? Mama is a little tired."

"Coco is not tired, Coco climbs by himself-"

"Eh~ so cute!"

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Zhan Lan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping chairman with a blank expression.

Of course, she didn't take the opportunity to do anything. It would be better to say that after many blows, she was almost numb.

Zhanlan stretched out her hand to help the chairman of the company straighten out the messy hair: "11 years..."

The doorbell rang, and Zhan Lan packed up and stood up to open the door.

Outside the door are Queen Jin and Queen Jin's mother, followed by a young lady dressed as a waiter, holding a tray.

"Mrs. Jin, Miss Jin." Zhan Lan nodded and greeted them, "I'm sorry, our chairman is still resting, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Secretary Zhan is very kind, this is the sober soup, our ancestral secret recipe, and it works very well."

Mrs. Jin smiled and motioned to the waitress to put down the tray: "Today my husband may be a little--a man, the friendship between them is the most difficult to understand, what matters should be arranged after they wake up. "

"Mrs. Jin is right." Zhan Lan nodded with a smile. When his own chairman was not around, he showed the temperament of a big boss in the group and handled the other party with ease.

Immediately, she turned her eyes to Jin Hou: "Then Miss Jin is..."

"My dad just sobered up and asked me to visit my uncle." Queen Jin twitched: "Since uncle is resting, I'll come back tomorrow morning."

"..."

Uncle is okay, Mr. Jin probably drank Erguotou as a hangover soup just now.

Seeing Zhan Lan's strange expression, Mrs. Jin explained, "We take these things very seriously. Now that we have decided, there is no reason to go back. After seeing her uncle, we have to find her cousin who has never met before. Get to know each other well, and in the future, even if everyone is a dry relative, how close they should be."

"I'm afraid that's not possible." Zhan Lan's eyes jumped fiercely, and he subconsciously refused: "Mrs. Jin, the situation in our chairman's family is a bit special. After all, he divorced a long time ago, so—"

She deliberately didn't finish the second half of the sentence, anyway, the other party would make up his own mind, and it was enough to have an excuse.

It's just that she was busy talking to the other party at the moment, but she didn't realize that her bag was placed in the room where her chairman was resting, and the mobile phone in the bag was vibrating frantically.

【Caller: Daughter】

Chapter 50 050 - This is all a prank by the god of fate

Alia immediately found the address and customer service number of the Crowne Plaza Hotel.

She stood at the intersection of the community and waited to stop a taxi, while calling the Crowne Plaza directly.

Of course, special skills are also required for inquiries. After all, Arya calls herself a Quanzhi plus point player. Although she usually looks a bit reckless, it is all a disguise - Jianghu people call Zhuge Liya I am right.

"Hello, this is Crowne Plaza Dongshan City, may I help you?"

Alia took a few steps to the street, looking left and right to see if there was a taxi to catch her, and said in a very serious tone: "Hello, that's it, today our company is making arrangements at your hotel. We had a business negotiation, we should have rented a business conference hall, but there is something wrong with the schedule handover here, I would like to check the specific arrangement details, floor and specific door number."

The little sister was very polite, and there was also the sound of tapping the keyboard on the phone: "Yes, can you provide your order number? Or the name and contact information of the contact person who placed the order."

"The name of the person placing the order..." Alia blinked: "Ai Rulong."

"...I'm sorry, but I didn't find the relevant order."

"Huh? Is that so? Then there may be a mistake in our arrangement." Alia's eyes flashed: "I want to ask if there are any vacancies in the business conference hall tonight? What grades are there?"

"Okay, please wait... We still have 8 business conference halls that have not been rented yet, 2 of each of the three categories of large, medium and small, and 2 of the press conference halls. Do you need to arrange them immediately? ?"

"Is that so, then please help me register the reservation priority. I'll come to the hotel to take a look, okay?"

"Yes, show your contact number when you arrive at the hotel, and we will arrange a waiter to serve you. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Arya stretched out her hand to stop an empty taxi passing by: "No more, see you later."

The taxi made a beautiful turn and stopped in front of her. Alia looked down at her windbreaker and sighed, "Master, Crowne Plaza Hotel."

The taxi driver was a greasy middle-aged uncle. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, moved his mouth and 'tsk' softly, turned the steering wheel and drove to his destination.

Alia rolled her eyes, guessing that the uncle was thinking crooked - but that's right, going to the hotel at this time, who would believe it if he didn't order Xiao Jiujiu.

Arya took off her windbreaker in the back seat of the car, turned up the buttons of her white shirt, rolled up her sleeves to half, and began to close her eyes and think about the unexpected situation.

First, his own father was kidnapped.

Although this possibility is the lowest, after all, the country’s law and order has always been at the forefront of the world. Today, when the monitoring system is more and more perfect, those who engage in kidnapping are either criminal geniuses or criminal retards, but it is still possible after all—after all, more than one billion people, Also not allowed to produce a few bad embryos with water in their brains?

Second, his own father was involved in a fight.

Combining the tone and the subsequent failure of the mobile phone to get through, it is a more reasonable explanation, but the consequences of a fight are more difficult than kidnapping.

After all, there is still a demand for kidnapping. Asking for money or death is a follow-up matter. It is impossible to say that white knives will go in and red knives will go out on the spot. Today, it is not a problem for her to save people from water and fire.

After all, she also received special hostage rescue training, such as three-dimensional rappelling, vertical attack, and FUZE's subordinates who never survived...

The third, and the safest possibility, is that his own father is drinking too much.

This person, after drinking too much, can do anything, except to do things with others after drinking that only husband and wife can do - after all, if you drink too much, you can't get up from a physiological mechanism.

When Alia just graduated from high school, the young ladies in the class drank too much and hugged their classmates, crying and laughing, kissing them one by one. Seeing that Alia is called a hater, I am really sad and angry. Don't argue—how can you say that there are only so many people who are so drunk?

There is a fourth, but that is also the most unlikely, that is, his own father is picking up girls now.

Or was she hooked up by the lady?After all, it sounds like the woman is more powerful, otherwise why would she say things like 'let me go' - my father's face value is still online, and when I put on a melancholy pose, the young lady who is controlled by the uncle will lick the screen angrily. At that level, it's the same style as Fa Ge, so when Fa Ge gets old, he won't be handsome anymore?

You Kuo Neng is now in the midst of fierce artillery fire, and he doesn't know which corner to throw his mobile phone into.

However, considering the weird love story between his own father and his own mother, and their performance over the past ten years, this can be ruled out first.

Arya is a little bit gnashing of teeth, why is this reasoning? Could it be that God of Destiny arranged for herself a world of supernatural reasoning, and now when the cold wind is blowing at night, I just remembered this, and arranged myself?

She was still calling back constantly, but there was no response at all except for the answer of [Your call is temporarily unanswered].

The driver master controls the taxi, like a fish, weaving through the traffic at night.

Arya rubbed her fingertips, opened her eyes and watched the traffic and neon afterimages gradually passing behind her outside the window, showing a cold expression.

I, Arya, swear, nothing can stand in my way to a better life, no!

The taxi driver slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped suddenly.

Arya turned her head and looked forward: "What's wrong?"

The driver shrugged succinctly: "The light suddenly turned red."

"……Oh."

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After finally sending Mrs. Jin and Miss Jin away, Zhan Lan sighed and walked into the room with the sober soup.

"Come on, Chairman, get up and drink this bowl of sober soup..."

Saying that, she felt a little wrong, why does this picture feel a little familiar?

Zhan Lan, who basically spends his spare time watching dramas and chatting online, shook his head and threw the inexplicable sense of sight out of his mind.

She tasted the heat and cold of the hangover soup and felt okay, so she put the soup on the bedside table and helped her chairman sit up.

Speaking of which, Mrs. Jin's family sober soup tastes pretty good, sweet and sour, with a bit of hawthorn flavor.

A bowl of sober soup was fed slowly, Zhan Lan didn't notice that the chairman's eyes were getting wider and wider, and finally he suddenly woke up, grabbed the white porcelain bowl with his hands, and stared at the soup with a little slag left. .