"Okay, I'll go up with a glass of water." Mu Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, took a glass of water and walked up.

Mu Yun went upstairs with a glass of water, and the old president was holding his heart and sighing, thinking that he had a glorious life, but in the end, there was no one to admit it, this is the greatest sorrow.

"Uncle, did my brother make you angry again?" Mu Yun asked with concern.

"Don't mention him." The old president looked sullen: "Xiaoyun, are you used to staying abroad?"

"Fortunately, my uncle has arranged everything for me. I don't have any worries. You are sick now, but I can't come back to take care of you in time. I'm really sorry." Mu Yun said with a face of self-blame.

"Xiaoyun, I promised your father that I will take good care of you two brothers and sisters. You can save your elder brother a lot of worry." The old president felt much better when he saw Mu Yun, which made him think of his daughter and granddaughter who are far away abroad.

"Uncle, isn't sister back?" Mu Yun asked on her behalf.

"I didn't inform her. Forget it. Our father and daughter have nothing to say when she comes back, so we won't let her go back." The old president and her daughter had a relationship because of his wife's death, and the relationship between father and daughter was not good. This is also the saddest thing for the old president.

"Uncle, I took a long vacation and will always be with you." Mu Yun said in a low voice.

"Okay, Xiaoyun, have you grown up and had a boyfriend yet?" The old president was very relieved and asked her with concern.

"No." Mu Yun looked shy.

"What type do you like? Uncle will help you find it." The old president asked with a smile.

"No need, uncle, don't worry about me. I don't think about getting a boyfriend right now. Family is important." Mu Yun is a good girl.

"Hey, girls are getting married. If you meet a good one, don't miss it." The old president felt sad when he thought that he had no chance to attend their wedding.

Mu Yun nodded: "I see."

As night fell, in a very private restaurant, a train drove over.

Under the protection of a group of bodyguards, Ling Mofeng quickly walked into a door next to him.

Turning around a corridor, Ling Mofeng saw the door of the box opened, a smile curled up on his thin lips, and he walked in lightly.

"Sneaky every time you meet, it's like stealing someone." A high-ranking chair with its back facing the door sat a man in casual clothes. Under his thick short black hair, he had a sharp and resolute face. Because he was stationed in the border area all the year round, his skin was a healthy wheat color, unlike Ling Mo Fengjun's noble white face. His body proportions were perfect, and his physique was strong and muscular.

"Wei Cheng, I'm sorry, I have an appointment with you at this time." Ling Mofeng walked behind him and spoke in a low voice.

"Ask me over, don't you just treat me to a meal?" Mu Weicheng got up and looked at him head-on. The two people were similar in shape, regardless of size, one was wild and unruly, the other was elegant and noble, with completely different temperaments, but both had a deterrent force.

"I heard that you took the initiative to apply for suspension." Ling Mofeng looked at Xiri's friend and sighed softly: "Actually, it's not your fault, you don't need to do this."

"My uncle made a mistake on his errands. I should consciously avoid leisure time. It's been four years. I haven't taken a good vacation. Just treat it as I beg you. Hurry up and sign for me. Let me relax once. I promise that after this incident, I will work for you." Mu Weicheng's application form has not been signed yet, but it is stuck in Ling Mofeng's office. .

"If you think it over clearly, of course I will sign. You know what about your uncle." Ling Mofeng pulled out a chair, sat down, reached for the teacup next to him, poured himself a cup of tea, and handed another cup to Mu Weicheng.

"I already knew it in my heart. Two years ago, I knew that he would make mistakes, but I didn't expect that he would make such a serious mistake. Mo Feng, I should thank you for not killing me." Mu Weicheng lowered his head and laughed at himself. The tea he drank was bitter.

"How is your uncle's condition? After the general election, his account still has to be settled. You have to be mentally prepared." Ling Mofeng took a sip of tea with his thin lips, and looked at his friend with quiet eyes, seeing that his expression froze.

"I know." Mu Weicheng's tone was sad, and he squeezed the teacup tightly, almost crushing the cup: "I know everything."

"He deliberately pushed you to sit in my position, do you want to think about it?" Ling Mo Feng asked him again after being silent for a moment.

"Don't think about it. Even if I'm interested in your position, I won't choose to sit at this time. It's not like I don't have a chance in the future." Mu Weicheng laughed at himself.

"It's safe for you to think like this. Indeed, if you sit in this position now, you will become the target of everyone's attacks, and your uncle will also implicate you. It is the best policy for you to avoid it." Ling Mo Fengjue's friend is very considerate, opportunities are always there, but the opportunity must be grasped. JrNovels.com