In 1912, Xiao Yuxi woke up and stood up immediately to prepare for the meeting.

However, when she saw the man who appeared, she was completely paralyzed. He...he wasn’t the guy who had a relationship with her?

It’s not Ma Hangcheng, how come he is?

At this time, Xiao Yu’s mind recalled Ma Hangcheng’s face, and then looked at the man’s facial features. He even felt that he and Ma Hangcheng were somewhat similar, but he was much younger than Ma Hangcheng.

When I think of some possibility, Xiao Yuqi is petrified!

"You... how are you?"

"I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

Ma Yindong put his hands in his pockets and took them to the door with his feet. He came in and came to her, and his eyes fixed on her.

"You...who are you?"

Xiao Yuxi wants to confirm his identity and wants to know if it is the same as her guess.

Ma Yidong crossed her, walked to the sofa, sat down on the sofa, lifted Erlang's leg and asked, "What are you doing with my father?"

His father?

Ah, sure enough, she guessed it!

Ma Hangcheng turned out to be his father. No wonder his eyebrows and Ma Hangcheng look so similar.

If he is the son of Ma Hangcheng, then he is the very famous and infamous Ma Jiada master Ma Yindong in the circle of rich families in Fujian.

I heard that the young masters of Ma Jiada did not learn to have no skills, and they did not want to squander. They were hooked together with a group of young people who were racing. They belonged to the typical dude.

And throughout the whole of Beijing, no one dared to provoke him to be broad and wide, because he acted arrogantly, did not follow the common sense, and his father supported, so the impression left was mad and hot.

After Xiao Yuxi confirmed his identity, the whole person felt bad. How could she be with such a rich second generation who was not doing business?

This makes her look back to face Ma Hangcheng?

"You turned out to be the son of Ma Hangcheng. Is Ma Yudong yours?" Xiao Yu’s tone was determined.

Ma Yidong smiled and said, "I finally know who I am?"

"What do you want?" After Xiao Yuqi got rid of his identity, he now began to wonder if he was close to her. Is there any impure motivation?

"This should be my question. You asked my father in the name of your mother. What do you want to do? Is it to save Shaw from wanting to recommend to my father?"

Ma Yindong’s words were sharp, and at that time, the eyebrows converge on the shackles, and a little more cold and arrogant.

If he had control over her, and he heard the secretary’s report in his father’s office, he would not know that she would use his mother’s name to meet his father.

So he came to such a strategy of stealing the pillars, posing himself as a father, and his father is now in another room, waiting for Tang Qingyuan.

"No, you think too much. I don't have that meaning at all." Xiao Yuxi hurriedly explained.

"No, just, you are beautiful, I admit, but when my stepmother is too young."

Ma Yindong sneered a sentence, his nose made a scorn.

"Mr. Ma, you really misunderstood. I came to the chairman of the board of directors to talk about something and have no other purpose."

"But, don't you think that you are a woman's house, is it a very dangerous thing to meet a man alone?"

When Ma Yindong said this, the man had gotten up from the sofa and forced him over.

The sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger, and Xiao Yuqi keeps retreating until the body hits the wall, and the man's arm is shrouded, just to put her on the wall.

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