Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

What she likes is actually such an old uncle like herself, and he threatens to accept him, which makes him a little embarrassed.

"You know the relationship between Pauline and me..." Mr. Mei's voice was very gentle, without the slightest trace of fireworks.

It's just that it didn't sound very pleasant to Mo Qingyi's ears, and for some reason, he felt sore and uncomfortable in his heart, and immediately said: "Mr. Mei, don't worry, I won't harass Miss Baolian in the future."

"I'm afraid it's not because you don't want to go, so you won't go?" Mr. Mei smiled gently, "If your father asks, will you not come?"

Mo Qingyi's hand holding the phone was a little stiff, yes, if he didn't go, his father would still beg him hard, what would he do then?Although he persuaded his father that money is just something outside of him, how could he just watch his own business come to an end?

From childhood to adulthood, he grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth - his father and grandfather loved him very much, and let him play around with his temper.

"I have no objection to your association with Pauline, but I don't want you to come here with a purpose." Mr. Mei continued.

"I don't deny it, I like Baolian..." Mo Qingyi suppressed the bitterness and unhappiness in his heart, and continued, "But, if it wasn't for this purpose, I wouldn't pester you to bore you."

"It's not boring." Mr. Mei smiled and said, "You just remind me of Mr. Duanmu back then."

"Mr. Duanmu?" Mo Qingyi was stunned.

Mr. Mei continued: "You are not a business person. I only stay in Jinling for a week. I have something to do on Sunday. Please make an appointment with your father next Monday. I think you don't want to see your Mo family go bankrupt, do you? That old grandpa, if the Mo family goes bankrupt, you, who are like a banished fairy, can only be reduced to an ordinary wage earner. At that time, I will find a chance to ravage you. I found that I am indeed evil enough. Like blood... Baolian misled me a lot."

Hearing Mr. Mei's last words, Mo Qingyi wanted to laugh, but felt his mouth was so bitter that he couldn't even smile.

"I'm going to tell my father right now." Mo Qingyi said.

"Monday night, don't forget, you can book the place." Mr. Mei smiled gently, "It's getting late, and I won't disturb your rest." While speaking, he had already hung up the phone.

Mo Qingyi also hung up the phone, then got up, and walked towards his father's room. Tonight, father should be at home, right?In the father's room, someone was talking vaguely, the voice was not high, but he stood at the door, but it was enough to hear it.

It was his two uncles, Mo Jing and Mo Ao—the content of the conversation was very ordinary. It was nothing more than that since the family business had a problem, they should not hide it from grandpa, but should tell him, and then we should live separately. Don't be so entangled.

Mo Qingyi sighed softly. Grandpa is almost [-] years old. The business of the Mo family was created by him alone. Facing the danger of disintegration, Mo Shi will soon be worthless. I am afraid that the old man cannot bear the blow at all, and his life will be killed on the spot.

The two uncles, plus an aunt, Mo Mei, have been clamoring for a separation recently. Even a person like him who is not familiar with common affairs can feel the tension that is about to come.