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Chapter 999 Very Good
The Zhang family has been the number one business group in Ying City for decades, and its every move is naturally under the close attention of the public, especially the eyes of the business peers and the mass media.

Today, Zhang Zehao is still the owner of Zhang's Group in name, but in fact the power he holds has been emptied out, and it is Mo Xiaolan who really holds the real power of the entire Zhang's Group.In the eyes of the public, the so-called Zhang Zehao

News of the son-in-law spread in various business circles and online media.

And everyone knew very well in their hearts that this news was definitely not groundless and fabricated out of nothing.

The reason why it hasn't been announced to the public may be that the most suitable time has not come yet.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Zhang Group has essentially become the Mo Group.

Ghosting waited for a while, but didn't hear Mu Qingxuan's words, so he asked in a low voice, "Boss, see you?"

"Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if I don't see such a formal invitation from the other party?"

Mu Qingxun's eyelids were drooping, and the ghost shadow couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.

Hearing what he said, Guiying said, "I see."

Mu Qingxun nodded lightly, "Although the Mu family has developed fairly smoothly in recent years, it is no better than Ting Shen. The three of them have been in business for many years, and they have a deep foundation. Moreover, in terms of business, Zhang's is the economic leader of Ying City after all. to the extend,

It's a competitor.Knowing yourself and your enemy is never a bad thing. "

Ghosting sincerely admired Mu Qingxun's ability to calculate these things calmly.

Anyway, if it was him, he would feel hot eyes when he glanced at the other person's face, and he didn't want to see such a hot guy at all!

……

After Qiao Yimo told Guo Jihong and the others about his concerns, the group continued to discuss and analyze the timing of Xiaosheng's next surgery.

After a whole day of intensive discussions, and integrated research and analysis based on relevant cases, the final result is that if the heart transplanted into Xiaosheng does not have rejection images and any other symptoms in the next three months

If they think that they are not suitable for surgery, they will perform the next surgery on Xiaosheng three months later.

In this way, the probability of successful operation is at least 30.00% to [-]%.

Although the probability of success is not high, and the risk factor is far higher than the probability of success, but in terms of Xiaosheng's physical condition, this data is a kind of comfort and hope for Qiao Yimo.

night.

Mu Qingxun returned to the bedroom after eleven o'clock, and Qiao Yimo was sitting cross-legged on the big bed holding the mobile phone, two thumbs moved quickly on the mobile phone screen, typing.

Moreover, she still had a kind of concealed and shy smile on her face, and the corners of her eyes and brows were shining brightly.

Mu Qingxin's eyes were slightly deep, she gently closed the door and walked over, "Why are you so happy?"

Qiao Yimo's thumb resting on the screen shook, and then pressed the phone screen to his lap at high speed.

Mu Qingxun, "..."

Qiao Yimo's behavior at this moment, in his eyes, is no different from a guilty conscience.

"...You are done."

Qiao Yimo laughed so hard.

Mu Qingxun glanced at Qiao Yimo's phone, raised her eyelids slightly, and stared directly at Qiao Yimo's eyes with her deep black eyes.

"...I've finished taking a shower, you go and wash quickly."

Qiao Yimo avoided Mu Qingxin's eyes, stretched her legs silently, turned her body sideways, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Mu Qingxun watched as Qiao Yimo wrapped herself and her phone under the quilt, only showing the part above her lips facing him, without much reaction in her eyes or expression, she turned silently and went to the bathroom.

Even if Mu Qingxun didn't turn her head, she could still feel the gaze chasing him from behind.

The bathroom door is closed from the inside.

Qiao Yimo pulled down the quilt, let his arms hang out, and lit up the darkened phone screen. What appeared on the phone screen was the ongoing WeChat group chat dialog box.

Qiao Yimo just watched it for a few seconds, and the chat messages jumped several times like lightning.

The content is as follows:

Nie Xiangsi: "I would like to say a few words about this matter. Generally speaking, people who disappeared while chatting @夏云朱 either went to applaud for love, or were dragged along the way to applaud for love!"

Xia Yunshu: "...Why Aite me, why Aite me, why Aite me!"

Gan Xin: "@叶相思@夏云朝@谢伊莫, wait a minute, let me check to see if there is anything I missed."

Gan Xin: "The one who didn't show up @yuxi all night."

Nie Xiangsi: "@幸心 Forgot that I was dragged to the garden by my fourth brother to applaud at my house last time, right? Let me tell you, don't believe me, I will remember this for the rest of my life."

Xia Yunshu: "Hahahahahaha."

Nie Xiangsi: "Let's spare your life for now. By the way, if my sister-in-law doesn't show up again, I will post a missing person notice."

Gan Xin: "Although I haven't seen the legendary boss, it didn't take more than 5 minutes before and after."

Xia Yunshu: "...What is the 5 minutes? I don't understand."

Nie Xiangsi: "The traces of decoration upstairs are too obvious."

Xia Yunshu: "I really don't understand."

Yu Xi: "Just finished."

Nie Xiangsi: "...My Lady Queen, please accept my knee!"

Xia Yunshu: "I rely on rely on..."

Gan Xin: "I don't even understand, why am I blushing!"

Qiao Yimo, who was silently watching the content of the chat, wanted to say, why is she blushing and her heart beating so hard!
Qiao Yimo patted his face, his eyes involuntarily glanced towards the bathroom, and his toes under the quilt hooked up inexplicably.

……

Mu Qingxun opened the bathroom door, and the dim light in the room made him slightly startled.

After coming out of the bathroom, Mu Qingxun looked at the slightly raised ball on the big bed, something flashed in her black eyes, her thin lips closed slightly, and she walked over.

Hearing Xi Su's footsteps gradually approaching her, Qiao Yimo pulled down the quilt that covered her chin, stared at the man who had stopped by the bed and stared at her, and said in a low voice, "It's already very late."

Mu Qingxun nodded her chin, but didn't seem to make any movement.

Qiao Yimo pursed her lower lip and waited for a few seconds, but Mu Qingxun didn't move.

Hesitation only stayed in her clear eyes for a second, Qiao Yimo lifted the quilt, sat up from the bed first, gently held a forearm of Mu Qingxun with one hand, her long and dense eyelashes drooped, Under the reflection of the warm light wall lamp, the shadow
If the ink fan.

She curled her legs and knelt on the bed, her back straightened, she stared at Mu Qingxun's darkened eyes, and pulled his arm towards her.

Mu Qingxun took advantage of the situation and bent down in cooperation.

The next moment, a soft and thin arm was wrapped around her neck, and she kissed him.

"Tonight, is it our wedding night?" Qiao Yimo's voice trembled, her delicate body wrapped tightly around Mu Qingxun like vines.

Mu Qingxun's scalp was numb, and his back trembled hopelessly. The man who was nearly 40 years old was being led by the nose by the woman in front of him like a fool.

Qiao Yimo gasped in panic, quickly calmed down, and looked at Mu Qingxun docilely with big eyes.

Those eyes seemed to be telling and encouraging Mu Qingxun.

When Qiao Yimo regained consciousness and woke up, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Qiao Yimo lay on the bed numbly, the crystal chandelier above her head was very much like the pocket watch that Guo Jihong used to hypnotize her a few years ago, it kept shaking vaguely in front of her eyes.

For ten minutes or so, Qiao Yimo felt like he had been fooled overnight, and his mind was in chaos.

Qiao Yimo woke up, and when she got up from the bed with difficulty, got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, came out, and changed into home clothes, it was almost six o'clock in the evening.

well.

It took her more than two hours just to get up.

Qiao Yimo thought to himself while grinding his back teeth.

……

Qiao Yimo came out of the bedroom and looked down at the living room.

Mu Zhixi was idly leaning against the back of the sofa, with a notebook on his lap, holding an unlit cigarette in one hand, typing on the keyboard with the other hand, looking at the notebook screen with a serious and handsome face, and faintly hung up. insidious

.

I don't know what conspiracy and tricks I'm writing about.

His gaze moved away from Mu Zhixi, and landed on Jing Yao who was lying on the coffee table, buttocks pouted, holding a model airplane to study.

Qiao Yimo took a deep breath, and when she thought about the fact that she had been lying in bed all day, she felt ashamed.

"what."

Jing Yao raised his head inadvertently, glanced at Qiao Yimo, gasped in surprise, then opened his eyes wide and said, "Mom, are you done?"

busy?
Joey was annoyed.

"Brother said that you are looking for a cure for Xiaosheng in the room, so let us not disturb you."

Mu Zhixi didn't raise his head, and there was a "bad intention" chuckle in his clear voice.

Qiao Yimo felt her face swell twice.

Well, if this is the case, Jing Yao will be fooled...

Facing Shang Jingyao's bright eyes, Qiao Yimo bit the bullet and nodded, "Yeah."

"Great, I'm starving to death."

Jing Yao bounced off the carpet.

Dinner was ready a quarter of an hour ago, but Mu Zhixi and Jing Yao kept Mu Qingxun's words in mind and didn't bother Qiao Yimo, just waiting.

"...You and your uncle go to the restaurant first, and I'll call your father in the study." Qiao Yimo said.

"Dad is out."

Jing Yao said.

go out?

Qiao Yimo paused when she turned around, and looked at Mu Zhixi in surprise.

Mu Zhixi put the notebook on his lap on the sofa, got up, looked up at Qiao Yimo and said, "Brother has an important dinner party tonight, so you won't have dinner with us."

Qiao Yimo blinked and paused for a while, "Oh."

……

Mingyue Pavilion, private room.

After nearly a minute of silence, the man's unintelligible flat voice sounded, "Mr. Mu, don't come here to be safe."

(End of this chapter)