A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Those working in the research institute are all key national talents, and they must be on guard.

Hong Nianjiao didn't pay attention to the security guard. The life of a wealthy wife for more than ten years did not make her smarter, but it made her vision a lot higher.

The only people who can communicate with the Wei family are people with identities. The security guards are only part-time workers, so there is nothing to fear.

"Let's find someone, Lou Ange is an employee of your unit, right?"

Hong Nianjiao opened her mouth, and her younger brother and nephews stood behind her to support her.

The security guard looked at the group of people in front of them dressed in bright clothes, old and young, and they didn't look like rogues.

However, their attitude of asking for guilt caused a sudden shock in their hearts.

"We are a national key unit, and it is strictly forbidden for idlers to enter. If you are looking for someone, it is best to call ahead and make an appointment outside."

The security kindly reminded that I hope this group of people can retreat in spite of difficulties and not affect the promising Commissioner Lou.

The research institute is not a museum open to the public, so there is no reason for Hong Nianjiao and his party to break in.

"Let the leaders of your unit come out, your employees seduce my son, you must give me an explanation!"

Hong Nianjiao came up with the rules of the 1980s and 1990s, letting the unit call the shots, and strongly demanded to see the leadership of the hospital.

The security was so troubled by her, what age is this, and some people came to the door to call the leader to call the shots.

Besides, other employees of the research institute, those who are security guards may not understand. But the little girl Lou Ange is a famous person in the courtyard.

For a long time, everyone's impression of archaeological experts is that of sloppy and rough men. When Shu Ange came to the institute to report, it caused quite a stir.

At the beginning, there were rumors that Shu Ange came to the institute not for archaeological research at all, but simply to find a comfortable place to be lazy.

Next, her outstanding performance "slapped" in the face of those who questioned her professionalism.

Since joining the company, Shu Ange has not been afraid of hardship or tiredness. He has followed his predecessors to run around the world, and has also started to restore many silk fabrics from thousands of years ago.

In short, in the Chinese Academy of Cultural Heritage, no one praised Lou Ange in advance.

"Sister, if you keep talking nonsense, we will call the police."

Several security guards dutifully stopped at the door, and Hong Nianjiao and several others were unable to enter.

Hong Baocheng scratched his hair and rolled his eyes: "Auntie, let's take turns waiting at the door. Lou Ange must get off work."

"Yes, my second brother and I go to the back door to block her, so that she doesn't slip away quietly."

"It's still Baocheng's smartness," Hong Nianjiao snorted at the security guard after praising her nephew, "No matter how noble your unit is, you shouldn't let people stand at the door."

After tossing the words, the family blocked the front and rear doors of the research institute.

The security guard complained in his heart. If the troublemakers came a week earlier, and Commissioner Lou was not here, they wouldn't have to worry about it.

Now that Commissioner Lou has just returned from archaeology, he has put on such a bad thing, which is not bad for anyone.

Persuaded not to leave Hong Nianjiao's group, the security had to call Shu Ange to inform her of the situation at the door, and sent her a few photos using Qiwei.

He was holding a magnifying glass upstairs and studying the new archaeological discovery of Shu Ange. After receiving the call from the security guard, he stopped working.

She clicked on Qiwei, flipped through the photos, and had a puzzled look on her face.

In this photo, Shu Ange can really recognize three people, and that is sister and brother Hong Nianjiao.

Wei Xinlei doesn't like to talk about her family affairs very much, but the two have been together for a long time, and she has gotten to know them intermittently.

Regarding his biological mother, Hong Nianjiao, Shu Ange had a hard time understanding her behavior. To be on the safe side, he still wrote down the appearance of their three siblings.

What Shu Ange thought about was that in the future, if he had to deal with Hong Nianjiao, he could be on guard so that the trouble would not be too ugly.

But she never thought that Hong Nianjiao would go to her work unit and let the leader take care of seducing her son's vixen.

What's the matter? Before she and Wei Xinlei had crossed the road, someone jumped out impatiently and beat the mandarin ducks.

Shu Ange was very curious as to how Hong Nianjiao came here. After Wei Xinlei returned to China, they met twice, and once at a banquet.

In order not to make the trouble too ugly, Shu Ange threw the hot potato into Wei Xinlei's hands.

Twenty minutes later, a black Bentley stopped in front of the gate of the Chinese Cultural Heritage Research Institute.

Hong Nianjiao's nephew borrowed a small chair from the small restaurant next door. She sat in front of the door moistly, playing mahjong with her mobile phone in her arms.

After playing at the mahjong table for so many years, her card addiction is not ordinary.

If it weren't for the purpose of driving away the vixen beside her son, she would not waste her time blocking people here.

Hong Bao just squatted on the ground to beat the glory of the king. When he raised his head and moved his neck, he was startled and shouted tremblingly, "Cousin Leizi, why are you here?"

With a "bang", Hong Baogang dropped his phone to the ground, and the little people on the screen were still fighting fiercely.

"Xin Lei, why are you here?"

Uncle Wei Xinlei seemed to have been immobilized, and Hong Nianjiao didn't care about playing mahjong and stood up from the small bench.

"Xin Lei, Mom wants to kill you. You haven't contacted Mom for so long after returning to China."

It is true to think about my son, and it is also true to want to dig money from my son.

Few people can withstand the ups and downs of life. Since Hong Nianjiao's divorce, the road has become more and more deviated, and her mind has become a little abnormal.

She always felt that Wei Guoan was sorry for her, that the Wei family owed her, and that her son was instigated by his stepmother to refuse to meet him.

She never reflected on what kind of psychological shadow and burden she brought to Wei Xinlei.

Wei Xinlei didn't wear a suit today, she wore a white t-shirt with flannel slacks and dark blue sunglasses, looking casual and handsome.

He took off his sunglasses and looked at Hong Nianjiao coldly.

Looking closely, the mother and son's facial contours are somewhat similar, and their noses are also very similar.

Wei Xinlei's appearance concentrates the advantages of Wei Guoan and Hong Nianjiao, which is higher than the combined appearance of the two of them when they were young.

Hong Nianjiao felt a little guilty at the sight of her son, so she quit the app that kept urging her to play cards: "Xin Lei didn't go to work today, it's almost noon, Mom invites you to dinner."

"Who brought you here."

Wei Xinlei's words were concise and to the point, and he didn't give Hong Nianjiao a chance to be sloppy.

Hong Bao just rubbed his nose with his finger and said with a smile: "My cousin is getting more and more handsome, like a big star on TV. Let's talk in a different place as a family, so that people don't make jokes."

After finally seeing her son, Hong Nianjiao pushed back the matter of finding Shu Ange.

Anyway, the unit of the little fox spirit is here, and the monk can't run away from the temple.

"I'll ask again, who asked you to come here. If you don't say it, don't appear in front of me again."

Wei Xinlei's face was stern, his expression frozen into ice.

Hong Nianjiao panicked and was afraid, and pressed her hand on the corner of her skirt like a schoolboy.

(This plane has been written for a long time, it is almost over~)