A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

You can search for "Mrs. Shen, a little sweet! Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Xiao Yun walked over, Jian Zhang Ke gritted his teeth, "Mom, whose mother are you?!"

After being called a few times by this woman, he made a silly mouthful, he said with a cold face, "Tomorrow I will drive her away, neither you nor grandma are allowed to stop..."

"Zhang Ke." Xiao Yun's expression was not right, he glanced at his son and pulled him to the side hall.

"What's the matter?" Jian Zhangke asked quietly, observing his mother's expression.

Xiao Yun looked upstairs, and after a while, he said softly, "Son, Mu Qing is back, and he is in the study room upstairs with your dad."

Jian Zhangke felt the temperature around his body suddenly pierced cold, and his eyelashes were not lifted for a moment of knowledge, "There is no special car outside."

Xiao Yun looked at his son, "The car is parked at the entrance of the alley. Of course you didn't pay attention to an ordinary Volvo. Mu Qing stayed for an hour and left. It is impossible to hear such a big movement upstairs when you come back. Son, listen to mom's words and go upstairs. One trip, you two are brothers, there is no long-term vengeance."

Zhang Ke sneered, "The two of them can't finish talking, what am I doing?"

Xiao Yun twisted his arm. "Mom knows that you like quietness because you have a strong temper, but your dad doesn't necessarily think so. He is biased towards Mu Qing. If you are rebellious again, you should think about your mother. What caused Mu Qing to say You can bear it for a while, and don’t let that matter become a rift between your brothers. Family and everything are happy."

Jian Zhang Ke lit a cigarette, his eyes became a little cold with the smoke, and he stepped on the stairs with expressionless face, then stopped, his heart turned a hundred times, his eyes were deeply chilled, and he forgot to ask his mother, Jian Muqing came back alone. Or is it... Brought someone?

Peering out his head from the kitchen door, Jiang Zilin saw Xiao Yun return, put down the plane in her hand and looked upstairs: "Mom, the eldest brother of Jian Zhangke is back?"

Hearing what Fat Sister said, I was about to prepare a few more dishes.

"You came back about ten minutes before you came back."

Jiang Zilin didn't speak, her expression meant being polite. Do you need her to go upstairs to see you?

Xiao Yun told the fat sister: "Four dishes and one soup will do. Mu Qing has a special job, and his schedule is secret and tight. He will leave soon."

Jiang Zilin wondered, there is no need to go upstairs to say hello.

She turned around and continued to plow the carrots, the fat sister plowed out thin and thin roots, and all of her'little fingers'.

Just now, I heard Fat Sister talk about the young master of the family. Sister Fat Sister expressed pride in her mouth. Jiang Zilin could vaguely hear that the Jian family should be in the high-level secret intelligence department, or a head, specializing in handling confidential affairs for the country. People.

In Jiang Zilin's eyes, everyone was an agent, but she didn't think it was too much.

For a while, she had close missions with Hong Kong Z Fu for a while, and she had a little understanding of the intelligence team directly under the central government in the Mainland.

Jian Muqing should be a big figure in the so-called BU.

anyway!Her man is Jian Zhangke, Jian Muqing or something, what she looks like is very important to her, look how loyal she is, Jian Zhangke, you fool who doesn't know good women!

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The entrance of the study on the second floor.

The light from the wall lamp dazzled the man's heavy and straight silhouette. Jian Zhangke didn't stop and knocked directly on the door. After the second sound, he pushed the door in.

Jian Mutian's study is not big, and it's all-in-one, so he can look at it with a casual glance.

The back of the man who stood at the desk and was of his stature, in an iron gray slim suit, was no one beside him.

Jian Zhangke walked in and called Dad.

Jian Mutian frowned and saw that he didn't call another person in the room, but knew that the two sons had rubbed each other, and said nothing, and nodded, "Come in, your brother just came back."

The figure in front of the desk turned around. It was a handsome face. Its outline was not as firm and cold as the Jian family man. It was gentle, especially today with a pair of metal-framed glasses.First Literature Network www.cnd1wx.com

"Zhang Ke." The voice was low and mellow, with a smile.

Jian Zhang Ke sank for a while and called Brother Sheng.

Two young men stood together. Jian Zhangke was one or two centimeters taller, and his body was more sturdy than Jian Muqing. The sharp eyebrows were different from Jian Muqing's lack of dew.

One is camouflage army pants, military boots, black coat, and the other is suit leather shoes.

Jian Mutian was in a good mood today. He asked his two sons to sit down, then played the inside line and asked the attendant to set the chessboard.

"Mu Qing, the next game, Zhang Ke, you watch the game."

Jian Muqing glanced at his watch, "Dad, I have to go."

Jian Mutianyang smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and sighed: "Time is too fast."

"dad,"

Jian Mutian waved his hand, looking at the brilliance in the eyes of the elder son, he said, "You are busy, I know, do well for the country. This is how we men from the Jian family should be."

Jian Muqing opened the door and went out.

Jian Zhangke watched the old man spin over the swivel chair and face the window, but he didn't move.

The old man's voice came, "Zhang Ke, send Mu Qing."

Jian Zhangke turned around and listened to the old man's words. When facing him, he was very calm and vicissitudes of life. "Your brother will fly directly to Japan to participate in the Nine Nations Conference. He represents the country and decides on malaria in the Middle East and Africa in the next ten years. Drug supply. What I am proud of doing like him is not to say that you are not doing business properly. Dad wants you to enter the orthodox state department. You are incalculable. You must use the right platform to be like your brother."

Jian Zhang Ke went out, closed the door, and put his hands in his pockets with a blank face.

In the light of the man Shen Yi's facial features, the unruly brows between his eyebrows were revealed.

How should I put it, he is not ashamed of everything that takes Jian Muqing as a benchmark, and he wants to do it in the opposite direction.

the reason?

It will start from the day after Jian Muqing entered the house many years ago.

On the day Jian Mutian brought Jian Muqing home, the five-year-old Jian Zhangke played football and went home in mud. He saw a boy who was about the size of him in coarse clothes. Jian Zhangke watched at the door for a long time, and finally lightened the football under his feet. Kicked past.

The five-year-old Zhang Zhang has big eyebrows and is not very fond of smiling. After his mother introduced him that day, he gave Jian Muqing a friendly smile.

As Jian Mutian wanted, the two little brothers were in a good relationship after meeting.

Jian Zhangke thinks that his elder brother is very good, as his mother praised, sensible, able to do housework, and love to read.

In his eyes, elder brother is even more remarkable. He can make slingshots and simple mountain bikes. He always has piles of piles in his pocket without marbles, and most importantly, he will help him with his homework.

Jian Muqing helped Jianzhangke to write homework until the fifth grade until the elementary school examination, which was a five-year elementary school.

The booklet, which has never been studied seriously, ranked first in the school, and Jian Muqing was second.

When the certificate was issued from the principal, the two brothers and the third place took photos together.

Jian Zhangke was happy that day. He was also happy to pay attention to his eldest brother's expression in school. He thought that his eldest brother was really happy.

After school, he went to the game hall to play for a while. When he returned home, there was no one. A bird he kept secretly in the birdcage outside the window did not scream.

Tired of playing, he fell asleep on the bed, awakened by a burst of blood.