"It's no big deal." Manster did not tell him about his crush on Nian Mu.
After all, that woman is still Marcos's collaborator. This matter should be kept secret and cannot be known to the elderly who value the most interests.
The old man could guess what he was thinking right away, "Who do you like this time?"
Munster raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, and said nonchalantly: "Dad, I have a sense of propriety anyway."
"You are not young anymore, why don't you decide to give me a fat grandson quickly?" the old man said. He knew that Munster was the same type of person as him.
Although he loves to play, he attaches great importance to his wife's identity, so the old man is not worried about him marrying an ordinary woman like Marcos's father did.
"I haven't had enough fun, dad, don't mention this." Manster said that marriage can lock him up, so he has not fallen in love with and married those so-called celebrities and famous families.
After all, if those women marry in, he can't mess around.
After all, those women are arrogant, have the same status as him, and are not submissive, so he can't do whatever he wants, or he may have to be coaxed to accommodate them.
Munster only wants to be happy for himself, and does not want to be bound by this kind of marriage and lose his happiness in life.
"You're not young anymore." The old man glared at his beard. He had no intention of letting Marcos inherit the family business in the end. After all, half of his bloodline came from that unworthy woman.
He is already looking for candidates. Although Munster is known in the circle for being playful and philandering, their family is powerful, so there are still many women who are willing to marry Munster.
The old man was anxious and wanted Manster to marry a wife, have a son, and then raise him as a man so that he could inherit the family business.
By that time, Marcos will have no value and can get away as far as he wants.
"Let's talk about it later." Manster knew what the old man was thinking.
Men have value at all times, especially those with his status, so he still wants to continue playing.
"You have fun, don't make any mistakes!" The old man had no choice but to follow him. When he said this, he deliberately glanced at Marcos.
Munster noticed the old man's eyes, he raised his lips and said, "Don't you still trust me? For so many years, I haven't found a grandson worthy of your status, so don't worry."
Marcos paused while cutting the steak. Their words were expressing their dissatisfaction with his status.
He calmly put down his knife and fork, picked up the goblet, and took a sip of red wine.
Every action can become a textbook example of table manners. He has worked hard to learn these etiquettes before, but what if he learned them well and performed them to a standard?
Because of his mother's birth, they looked down upon him at all.
"Grandpa, why aren't you curious about who uncle wants to get this time?" Marcos put down his wine glass and looked at the two of them with a smile.
Munster was stunned and looked at him angrily.
How does he know he hasn't given up?
Seeing the calm look on Marcos's face, Munster suddenly felt confused. Why did he feel that after taking over the company, this guy was so deep that people couldn't figure it out?
"What do you want to say?" the old man asked.
"It's nothing. It's better to let your uncle talk to you about these things." Marcos picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, stood up, the smile on his face remained, "I'm full, I'll go upstairs to do business in the company first."
The old man watched Marcos leave, with a hint of shrewdness in his cloudy eyes, and his eyes fell on Manster's face again, "Tell me, what's going on?"
"Father, I do things in a measured way, don't listen to what that boy said." Manster still didn't tell him.
After hearing this, the old man did not continue the topic, but said meaningfully: "Marcos, it is getting harder and harder to control."
Manster smiled and said arrogantly: "No matter what he does, the shares of the family company are still in our hands. Father, don't worry."
The other side.
After Marcos left the dining room, he returned to the study.
He opened his mailbox and sent an encrypted file on his computer to Mu Shaoling, and attached a message, "The password is mst, happy cooperation."
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Mu Shaoling was sitting in the waiting room of the airport. Due to the snowstorm, the flight was delayed, so he and Nian Mu sat here waiting for the departure notice.
The phone rang, he picked it up and looked at it, then clicked on the file in the mailbox.
Dong Zijun came over with coffee, "Boss, do you want some coffee?"
Mu Shaoling did not take it. While entering the password, he said: "Put it down."
Dong Zijun put down the coffee, looked at Nian Mu, raised another cup of coffee, and asked her if she needed it with his eyes.
Nian Mu shook her head, she didn't have that much need for coffee.
Seeing this, Dong Zijun sat back to his previous seat with a cup of coffee.
Mu Shaoling looked at the document sent by Marcos. After decrypting it, it was full of Munster's dark history.
He has investigated important figures in the Marcos family, but he has never been able to investigate such a detailed black history.
After all, big families like these don't allow any scandals to arise.
Sometimes it is unavoidable, so basically there are public relations teams to deal with these scandals quickly.
As for why Marcos sent these information to him, Mu Shaoling raised his head and glanced at Nian Mu sitting opposite him, because she.
Marcos was reminding him that Munster had not given up the idea of getting Nian Mu. With these black faces, if Munster continued to make small moves behind his back, the information in his hand could stop him.
Nian Mu noticed Mu Shaoling's gaze. She raised her head and looked back at Mu Shaoling.
"Mr. Mu, what's wrong?" Nian Mu noticed that Mu Shaoling's expression was not good.
Was it because the flight was delayed for too long and he was impatient to wait?
Mu Shaoling picked up the coffee and took a sip. I really can't blame Nian Mu for the Manster incident, but he was a little unhappy because his woman was always being targeted by other men.
Whether it was before or now.
However, no matter who sets his sights on her, she will belong to him in the end.
"It's okay." Mu Shaoling put down the coffee, "Do you want something to eat?"
"I'm not hungry." Nian Mu shook his head and said.
Mu Shaoling looked away and sent a message to Marcos, "Thank you."
"Have a safe journey." Marcos said nothing more, but sent a blessing.
Mu Shaoling put his cell phone in his pocket.
At this time, the airport announced that the flight they were on was ready to board.
Because the broadcast was in Russian, Mu Shaoling and Nian Mu stood up at the same time. When Dong Zijun and others saw it, they also stood up.
Mu Shaoling said to them expressionlessly: "Go and board the plane."
The group of people got on the plane one after another and left Russia.
Nian Mu's seat was arranged next to Mu Shaoling's seat. After boarding the plane, she asked the stewardess for a blanket, covered her body with it, and began to rest.
