The early morning sun shone on the head of the bed through the glass window, and the dazzling heat made Quan Moting uncomfortable for a while.

   His arm was pressed down by something, he suddenly looked down and saw that the woman was leaning against him like a kitten and her arm was sleeping extremely sweetly.

   The picture from last night is vivid in my mind. The man's dark brown pupils reflect an extraordinarily gentle warmth, as if dripping water.

  This is his wife.

   Finally, it belongs to him completely.

   "Well... don't make trouble, I'm still very sleepy."

  Su Qingqing felt something squeaked at her body, her nose moved, her curled body suddenly turned over, and her arms exposed in the air tightly hugged the quilt under her.

   Quan Moting couldn't help laughing, he really slept like a pig.

   That's all, last night really tired her out, so let her sleep a little longer.

   The man gently turned over and got out of bed, dressed neatly and went downstairs, specifically telling Aunt Fu.

   "Let Madam sleep a little longer without having to wake her up."

Suddenly, he thought of something, pursed his lips and said seriously, "Simmer a chicken soup for Madam to make up for it, don't put red dates, she doesn't like sweet and greasy soup, and skim off the oil of the chicken soup, it's too oily, I'm afraid of her refuse to drink."

  Aunt Fu heard the movement upstairs so real last night, her mouth almost opened to the back of her ears, so she hurriedly agreed.

   "Okay, Second Master, I'm going to cook the soup right away."

  Oh, that's great, she just has to give Mrs. Tai the good news right away.

   Looking at the situation in front of him, maybe soon, Zijinyuan will be able to welcome a new little young master.

  Song Yu walked into the living room with steady steps, and handed a document respectfully.

   "Second Master, the fish has already taken the bait." Song Yu was a little excited.

  The man leaned on the leather Microsoft sofa, took the document with his long fingers and glanced at it with a light expression.

   "Not enough, go on."

"It's not enough? No, second master, if it continues, Quan Molin may be imprisoned." Song Yu's inner shock could no longer be described in words. He knew that his grandfather was ruthless, but he didn't expect to kill his eldest brother in order to seize power. inside the whole.

   I really don't know if the old man will be mad when he finds out the truth.

   Quan Moting's voice was light, "Why, do you disagree with my words?"

   "No, no." Just kidding, does he dare to object? It's not his big brother anyway, so he has nothing to worry about.

   "Second Master, Xiao Jinyu's side has been doing something recently, and we got accurate news that Bai Jin's injury is not serious, and the position of vice president has been replaced."

  Don't blame Song Yutai for gossip, it's all about Xiao Jinyu and Bai Jin being passed on in the circle, so they have noses and eyes.

   "Hey, Second Master, you said that in case we make a big fuss about this matter..."

  Quan Moting listened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the sunlight shone through the window on his enchanting and handsome face, which was a little more tender than before.

   is clearly in a good mood.

   "If you're going to gossip, you can go pick the tiger's beard and try to test whether my good uncle is not close to women as rumored by the outside world, good... ns."

   "Uh, I... I'm joking, I'm not curious at all."

  Song Yu could have heard it. On the surface, his father regarded himself as too high and refused to admit his kinship with Xiao Jinyu.

   This is actually due to Song Yu's misunderstanding. Quan Moting likes to watch others suffer the most, and he doesn't do anything like sprinkle salt on wounds.

   As for why he was so tolerant to Xiao Jin, it was not because of his little fox.

   Although Su Qingqing and Xiao Jinyu are not related by blood, he knows that Su Qingqing respects her uncle well.

  The bad guy wants someone to do it, but he doesn't want to be the bad guy in Su Qingqing's eyes.

   "Second Master, Young Master Lie is here and said he wants to see you." The housekeeper came to report.

  Song Yu frowned, with a look of disgust, "Second Master, there must be something wrong with that kid, so just ignore him."

   "It's not a good thing, that's a good thing. You should step back first." Quan Moting raised his eyes and told the housekeeper lazily, "Go, take him to the side hall."

  The housekeeper nodded, "Okay Second Master."

   Quan Lie entered the door arrogantly today. After waiting for a long time without seeing Quan Moting, he became agitated and threw the teacup.

   "Come on, everyone has died, and the tea is cold, don't you know how to make another cup?"

  Second uncle is also true, Quan Lie's heart throbbed when he didn't come out for so long.

   Could it be that the second uncle knew he was coming, so he avoided him on purpose and didn't want to lend him money?

   In the past, Quan Lie always asked for money every time he came to the door, but he would have been embarrassed by ordinary people, but he was thick-skinned.

   Just as he was hesitating whether to break into the main hall, a tall black figure came out, with a powerful aura and absolute oppression.

   Quanlie straightened his waist, his body was tense, and the baby became obedient in seconds, "Second uncle."

   "Hmm." The man replied in a low voice, sitting on the main seat with a blank face, his deep black pupils could not see any emotions.

   "Why did you come here, the company's business is over?"

   Quan Lie was forcibly transferred by Quan Molin to be the vice president of a company under the Quan Group.

   Quanlie had a bitter face, even more so than an eggplant beaten by Shuang, "Second uncle, stop laughing at me, I'm not a business person, and it's not my father's idea."

   "You are not too young, you have to find something to do, don't idle around every day and do nothing."

   Being scolded by Quan Moting in the tone of an older generation, Quan Lie felt very uncomfortable and didn't dare to retort.

  The man held the coffee in one hand, sipped elegantly and casually, and asked casually, "Tell me, what are you doing today, short of money?"

   Quan Lie couldn't wait to nod his head, a little shyness appeared on his handsome face.

   "Not much, just... 50 million."

   Quan Moting couldn't help raising his eyebrows and pursed his lips coldly, "It's only 50 million, do you really think I'm a banker, forgot the lesson of borrowing money last time?"

  Recalling the last time, Quan Lie's deep fear hit his heart again, he shuddered violently, and his voice trembled.

   "Second, Uncle, say something nice, we are all family, wouldn't you let Bruce out to bite me like last time?"

  Mother, last time for a mere 10 million, he was almost bitten off his entire leg by Bruce's beast.

   Now that he has 50 million when he opens his mouth, can he still survive?

   Quan Moting sighed with regret, "My money is not so easy to borrow. If you think about it, turn right when you go out and don't give it."

   "Second uncle, wait, I have something to show you!"

   Quan Lie couldn't wait any longer, he took out the washed photo from his clothes pocket as if offering a treasure, and handed it to the man respectfully.