Chapter 58

The reason why Long Zhicheng is a wealthy tycoon who can accomplish great things is that his sharp and fierce temperament is naturally the primary condition for his success.

That day, Wen Yancheng's attitude towards He Ziyang was straightforward and obvious, fully demonstrating a life-and-death fighting aura.

So Long Zhicheng began to investigate.

He called his confidant to the study and told him his plan in the dark room.

Just as Long Zhicheng finished settling down, the quiet atmosphere in the study was broken by a light knock on the door.

Mrs. Long's impatient voice came, "Brother Long, Ah Zhuo will arrive on time today. How long are you going to stay at home? Do you want your son to take a taxi back by himself?"

Mrs. Long was used to being pampered. She liked to give orders in this family. She talked to her husband naturally and casually, not a little girl. When

Long Zhicheng heard that his son with an embroidered pillow was coming back from Country M, he thought about how he couldn't stop him from studying abroad, and he was going to study history abroad, and he had no intention of inheriting the family business.

Long Zhicheng said through the door, "He flies back once a month. He's already in his twenties, and I don't have time to pick him up at the airport all the time."

The Long family has their own private jet, including Long Heng International Airport, in which their family holds a stake.

Every time Long Zhuo flies directly from Country M to Beijing, he takes a private luxury jet, which is completely like flying in the air. It couldn't be more convenient.

Mrs. Long pouted, bent her fingers and knocked hard on the redwood door of the study.

"I really don't know what you are plotting every day. Since you are too lazy to pick up my son, I will go by myself. Don't be too jealous of our deep love for each other when the time comes."

If it were normal, Long Zhicheng would have followed his wife's wishes, but today he was very abnormal. He might be talking to his confidant about Wen Yancheng's affairs. He kept thinking about this young boy who was exactly like him.

They looked alike, had the same birthday, and knew He Ziyang.

If everything was a coincidence, including the same blood type.

The four consecutive collisions made Long Zhicheng have some bad associations, and this association seemed to be hidden under the rice oil paper. Even a little water stain would soak a huge hole in the whole piece of rice oil paper.

Mrs. Long, who had no idea, went to the airport to pick him up with a smile. She took the VVIP special channel to save the waiting time. As soon as her private plane landed, she saw her son whom she had been thinking about.

Long Zhuo was not bad looking either. He had been well-fed and well-dressed by the Long family for many years. He was very tall, with a straight back and a mouthful of beautiful white teeth. The moment he saw his mother, he showed a brilliant smile.

Mrs. Long wanted to see her son every other week, and urged to take Long Zhuo home first. The family prepared his favorite feast.

Long Zhuo went to Country M to study history, majoring in archaeology. He was determined to follow the archaeological team to a famous archaeological site in the world while studying, and stayed there for five years.

Long Zhicheng always complained that his son was not like him at all, and that he looked good on the outside but was frivolous on the inside. In fact, it was more because Long Zhuo was not like him at all. He dealt with all kinds of big books and mud all day long, and was not very popular with the boss Long.

The mother and son got into their luxury car, talking and laughing.

Mrs. Long loved her son very much, and kept asking Long Zhuo if he had eaten well in school this month and if he had stayed up late to study.

Long Zhuo smiled and pursed his lips, "Not bad."

No one knows a son better than his mother. Usually, the mother and son talk about everything, but today their son behaved a little strangely.

No, he behaved too strangely.

Mrs. Long immediately realized that her son had always been beaming with joy every time he flew home in recent months, but today's performance was abnormal among abnormalities, and it felt like it was not an ordinary happy event that happened to him.

It was definitely the kind of love that was fluttering.

Especially when Long Zhuo was nervous, his lips would be pursed tightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. His father had often punished him for this little action since he was a child.

Long Zhuo had changed on the surface, but in front of his mother, he still maintained a childlike innocence and trust.

Mrs. Long secretly studied his expression. Long Zhuo took the opportunity to drink water to deliberately loosen his tightly pursed lips, turned his head and looked out the window, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth holding the mouth of the bottle.

Perhaps mother and son are connected by heart, and a mother's intuition is the most accurate.

Mrs. Long began to observe her son's appearance and finally found that his shirt button was always buttoned at the top, covering everything tightly.

Why is he dressed so tightly?

Mrs. Long said tentatively, "Azhuo, the temperature in Beijing is higher than abroad. You are dressed too tightly. Will you be too hot to breathe?" After speaking, she reached out to unbutton her son's shirt.

Long Zhuo dodged quickly, looking flustered, and even had no time to swallow the water in his mouth. He almost choked and coughed, "Mom, I'm not hot, not at all, thank you."

Mrs. Long knew what was going on, so she smiled and said, "Well, you're still being distant with mom."

She added, "I remember that every time you came home, you always mentioned the history professor at school. Why are you just busy drinking water today and didn't mention him at all?"

Long Zhuo's eyes flickered, dodging left and right, saying, "Professor Mu was on a business trip recently. I may not have seen him for a few days, so I didn't say much."

He held the collar of his shirt tightly with one hand as if he was on guard, and smiled perfunctorily at Mrs. Long.

Mrs. Long saw the flaw at a glance.

He must have done something wrong.

.Mu

Qingliu's secretary respectfully reported the recent dynamics of Long Zhicheng.

The villain sat in the intersection of half-dark and half-bright light, which made his facial features more three-dimensional and vivid, as deep as the sea.

Mu Qingliu thought: This protagonist and his son are so slow. The author of this book likes to fill the word count crazily. The plot is not exciting at all. Is this worthy of fighting with me?

The secretary looked at him cautiously, not daring to breathe heavily.

The door was pushed open without courtesy, and an elegant man of the same height walked in with the light and shadow. He was dressed very delicately, with facial features as recognizable as Mu Qingliu, and fair skin. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses between his high nose bridge, and his lips were redder than anyone else's, with a false smile at the corner of his mouth.

"What bad things are you doing? Why is the house so dark?"

The man didn't mind Mu Qingliu's so-called taboo, and walked to the window openly, pulling open the curtain, so that the whole room was immediately covered with holy light.

"Qingzi, don't you welcome me?" The man put on his gold-rimmed glasses, completely ignoring the presence of another secretary, and opened his slender arms, "Come and hug me."

The secretary originally had a natural look, but under the light, she saw the man bathed in the white light, with his arms open like an angel, and his rosy lips seemed to be telling a secret mantra.

The little secretary was fascinated and almost hugged him.

Mu Qingliu was too lazy to even look at him, and said coldly, "No, you will definitely let Douglas out to bite me."

The secretary was extremely surprised. First, she didn't know who the handsome guy who came in front of her was, and second, his President Mu, who had no emotional fluctuations, actually spoke in a tone she had never heard before.

Finally, who was Douglas?

The man with gold-rimmed glasses spat, and a small golden snake slowly emerged from the depths of his collar. It was about one foot long and formed a circle along the man's neck. The tail was lazily hanging underneath, hissing and spitting out its tongue, like an ancient Egyptian style gold collar coiled around the neck.

The man said, "That's enough. You can leave now."

The secretary suddenly realized what was going on. Her face turned red. She apologized a few times and quickly left.

Mu Qingliu then looked at him reluctantly and said righteously, "Aren't you two going to work?"

Mu Yuanqiu teased the little snake on his neck and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not in the same group with them."

The "they" here refers to Mrs. Mu, Mr. Mu, and Brother Mu.

As the second son in the family, Mu Yuanqiu is an outlier, as can be seen from the fact that he likes to wear a white mutant golden beauty snake on his body.

In front of others, Mu Yuanqiu would be a gentleman, but behind others, he was a spineless guy. When the secretary left, he finally let out a sigh of relief, sat lazily on the handle of Mu Qingliu's chair, and said slowly, "But I came here this time to see your new wife. My eldest brother and mother have seen her. If I don't come to see her, it seems that I don't value you, the pampered younger brother."

Is that right?

Mu Qingliu clearly remembered that the whole family loved him very much and called him Qingzi affectionately.

Only the second brother liked to throw snakes at him behind his back and called him Xiao Qingzi, making it sound like calling a eunuch.

Mu Qingliu smiled, "You speak as if you have added too much sodium glutamate

, very fresh. What new wife? You just pretended to be a humble gentleman in college and came to me to bully me, right?"

If Mu Qingliu is said to be inconsistent, his second brother can do a complete double performance, with two completely different personalities inside and outside. The eldest

brother is easy to deal with, but the second brother has always been a maverick, saying one thing and doing another, and is not a very easy guy to deal with.

"Actually, I'm already married and living a happy life," Mu Qingliu stared at Douglas's small snake eyes with a gloomy look, "Everything you do is in vain."

Mu Qingliu suddenly felt unhappy, thinking that the protagonist's progress was slow, his wife's leg was not getting better, and now the perverted second brother suddenly came.

It's completely that he doesn't want him to enter the bridal chamber as soon as possible.

This is a lousy plot.

Mu Qingliu thought.

This lousy author wrote a lousy article, and he had to make obstacles to eating meat.

Does the villain have no sexual happiness?