"Uncle, you obviously care about me and refuse to admit it."

Mao Nana laughed secretly in her heart, watching Qu Xiujie who was not willing to admit her appearance at all. The curvature of her lips was very beautiful. The beautiful Xingyan looked at him and continued, "Uncle, you Do you know how arrogant you look is so cute. "

"Where am I so cute, are you cute?"

Qu Xiujie didn't take it for granted, watching Mao Nana's eyes became indifferent, holding the collar behind Mao Nana in one hand and picking up Mao Nana directly to Le, continuing to say, "You are the cutest, wherever you are lovely."

"Of course I am cute, but I am cute."

Mao Nana blinked and looked at Qu Xiujie with a smile.

"Oh."

Qu Xiujie responded lowly, looking at Mao Nana's clothes and saying, "Yeah, you are cute, you are taking a sexual style, where can I keep up."

"Uncle, you are jealous."

Mao Nana covered her lips and laughed loudly, but was very satisfied with Qu Xiujie's current expression changes. It seems that only in this way can she prove how much Mao Nana's status occupies in Qu Xiujie's heart. Even so, Mao Nana is still more willing to watch him and his mutual expression.

The uncle who can fight with the thief in the mall can always give her an endless sense of security, and it is for this reason that Mao Nana will believe that fate is such a thing, it is unattainable and undesirable.

"How can this be said to be jealous?"

Qu Xiujie shivered a little, what the girl was thinking in her mind, she just wanted her to wear a pair of trousers, how hard it was, it had to be related to the reason for being jealous. God knows if Qu Xiujie is really jealous or deliberately wants to see her trembling in the cold wind.

But when Qu Xiujie remembered that the men were drooling at Mao Nana's long legs, they felt unhappy. It felt like they were being taken care of by their own daughter-in-law.

"You are jealous, but if you admit it, I will tell you that I will listen to you, and tomorrow I will wear long trousers, but if you do n’t admit it, I still wear a skirt, or that kind of super short Super tempting skirt. "

Mao Nana's pink lips bite lightly and have infinite charm.

"Then you wear it or not, I can't control it. Anyway, it's you who is cold, not me."

Qu Xiujie's eyes slipped from Mao Nana's face to her pair of long legs. They were beautiful and straight. They couldn't describe the beautiful legs.

"Hey, it's so hard to ask you to admit that you are jealous?"

Mao Nana bit her lips angrily, her beautiful dissatisfaction was hidden in her beautiful Xing's eyes. Is this elm head deceiving her or deceiving himself?

"I haven't been jealous, why should I admit it, really."

Qu Xiujie's voice was low, and he walked into the house with a shovel, leaving only Mao Nana standing beside the osmanthus tree seedling in the backyard. The sorrow on his face was still there, but the smile in his eyes could not be concealed. .

Standing on the second floor, Zhang Manhua sees all the scenes in the backyard transparently. She is more and more fond of this Mao Nana.

Compared to Pei Ge, this Mao Nana is more suitable to be an intimate little cotton-padded jacket. When thinking of Pei Ge, Zhang Manhua was faintly worried. Recently, she has not heard about the Qu's affairs. The family moved out, but in the end it was still the Qu people.

Previously, in the R City shopping mall, it was just casual, and rescued Mao Nana, which has been widely spread on TV. Now the stock market of the Qu sage has fallen seriously. Zhang Manhua knows that it was Peggy and Ji Ziming. Thinking of Ji Ziming, I thought of the sincerity and seriousness when he asked Zhang Manhua to let Peig marry him.

Maybe love is really a serious thing, really can not tolerate a little bit of doping.

Now Qu's stock market has risen back again during a lunch time, and it is a high and unfathomable appearance. Zhang Manhua knows that in this capital, only Ji Ziming has such great power. Directly controlling the entire stock market, it is precisely because of this that Zhang Manhua is more worried about whether Pegg will trip the Qu home or the old lady Qu.

She had no record in her heart, and she lost her confidence.

But at this time, in the villa of Jijia, Peige was rushing to the Ji's company in a neatly dressed driver's car. When he arrived at the company, Peige officially helped Qu Jingwan to bring the Qu family back to life.

In the president ’s office, Ji Ziming was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of coffee. Xin Chang ’s figure was very slender, beautiful facial features, and cold lines, which outlined Ji Ziming ’s unique temperament. There were several temperatures in the office all at once.

"Zi Ming, is this your plan to deal with Qujia Company?"

Peig found a blue folder on Ji Ziming's desk, which recorded the profit and loss of Qu's company in recent years, and also marked the percentage of all profit and loss industries, which is very fine.

"Yes, but it's not a plan to deal with Qu's company. It's just Qu's financial statements over the years."

Ji Ziming turned around, and the sun was behind him, meaning a beautiful shape.

"What does that mean, what is this useful for?"

Peige was puzzled, looking at Ji Ziming's face confident and calm.

"This is of course useful. As long as I have this, I have a general understanding of all the profitable industries of Qujia. Over the years, Mrs. Qu has been the company that controls Qujia, including the Qujia family. Big or small. Grid, you may not believe that Mr. Qu has no penny under his name, it is completely overhead. "

"Isn't it supposed that he deserved it?"

Peig said indifferently.

"Yes, it's time to say him this way, and it is indeed very pitiful. You say that you are so old, and you are playing the old man and wife's love routine. What is the reason?"

Ji Ziming sipped his coffee lightly and said with admiration, "Ge Ge, I'll tell you another news, the more afraid of death, the older you are."

"death?"

Pei Ge frowned, looking at Ji Ziming's eyes, not quite sure what he meant.

"Yes, death."

Ji Ziming's voice was deep, his throat rolled, and he drank a big sip of coffee. "This coffee is good."

"Oh, when will Dad come back? I have asked Ms. Zhang to clean the house again recently."

Peggy did not continue to ask about the topic of "death."