Chapter 777: Queen’s Posture

And when Mr. Mu is busy, the young master is there to help.

At this time, Xuanyuan Che walked straight towards the elevator.

"Master."

"Is my mother here?"

"Mr. Mu is in the office."

"Okay, I've been there myself." Xuanyuan Che walked into the elevator with a cold face.

The frost on his face was almost comparable to Xuanyuan Lie's before. But those dark eyes were filled with Mu Xiaoxiao's tenacity. Xuanyuan Che walked to the president's office.

open the door.

I saw a person sitting on a chair at the president's desk, but that person's back was facing the door, as if he was looking out the window.

Xuanyuan Che walked in and closed the door of the office: "Mom, I have already been to Modern Company. As for the matter that Han's Consortium is going to handle..."

He said as he walked towards the desk.

I saw the office chair slowly turning, and the mysterious figure finally turned around. Her seaweed-like curly hair reached directly to her waist. She had straight bangs and beautiful big amber eyes, like valuable gems. Just as attractive, with a tall nose and a pink mouth. And that little face as big as a palm.

She was wearing a beautiful pink blue skirt, with her hands on her chin, and she looked as delicate as a Barbie doll!

Xuanyuan Che's words stopped on his lips.

The corner of the girl's mouth curled up: "Brother Che..."

"Lele...why are you here?"

Lan Le jumped down from the chair, walked around the table and ran to Xuanyuan Che: "Brother Che, I miss you so much..."

"Little guy, aren't you still abroad?"

Lan Le raised his hands and stood on tiptoes before hooking Xuanyuan Che's neck: "I missed you and you came back! Are you surprised?" His big eyes flickered, blinking. Like a moving Barbie doll!

The coldness in Xuanyuan Che's eyes disappeared a little, replaced by a hint of doting. He raised his hand and took her hand off his neck: "Where's Nuo? Are you back too?"

"Brother is still abroad. Brother Che, I really, really miss you." After she took her hand off, she hooked it on Xuanyuan Che's waist.

Xuanyuan Che took her hand off her waist again: "Okay, Lele, stop making trouble. Where is my mother?"

"I don't know where my godmother is." Her hands were tightly clasped on Xuanyuan Che's waist and she wouldn't put them down.

"Lele."

Lan Le pouted in grievance and put his face on Xuanyuan Che's chest: "Brother Che, don't be so cold and unfeeling to me. It's so hurtful."

Xuanyuan Che frowned slightly and looked at Lan Le, not knowing whether he was cold or doting: "Why am I so cold?"

"I am already 18 years old, and I turned 18 six months ago. Brother Che, you don't know, right?" Lan Le raised his head and looked at Xuanyuan Che.

Xuanyuan Che looked at her: "I know."

"Then why..." Lan Le hadn't finished speaking yet.

Xuanyuan Che interrupted her: "Lele, I still have something to discuss. You have just returned from abroad and are tired. Go back and rest first. You haven't seen Uncle Yan and Aunt Bing for a long time."

Lan Le sighed decadently: "Well, I understand, Brother Che, see you later." Sadness flowed in her eyes, and she strode towards the CEO's door.

There was also a bit of desolation in that petite back. When she reached the door, she stopped, turned her head, and looked at Xuanyuan Che: "Brother Che, Sister Xinmeng has also come to China. She said she will get in touch."

Xuanyuan Che didn't look back: "I understand."

Lan Le sighed and walked out of the president's office. She didn't stop... and left here.

At this time, the door to the side room of the president's office, also known as the lounge, opened. Mu Xiaoxiao leaned against the door frame like a queen: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, son, you really hurt our Xiaole's heart. Why don't you go and chase her?" , If you don’t chase, people will go far away.”

Mu Xiaoxiao crossed her arms on her chest and looked at her son with queen-like eyes.

Xuanyuan Che slowly turned his dark eyes: "Mom, I knew you hadn't gone far."

Mu Xiaoxiao smiled. She had predicted that her son would come early in the morning, so she hid and walked towards the CEO's office chair: "Son, our Xiaole is such a good girl. She has been devoted to you since she was a child. Earthly..."

Xiaoxiao still has to finish her words.

Xuanyuan Che put one hand on the table: "Mom, do we still want to talk about Modern Company?"

"Let's talk, of course let's talk. Brat, I'm being blamed for not reminding you that there are tons of people chasing Xiao Le. Be careful, there won't be this store after passing this village." Mu Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and said The moon comes first in the Purifying Water Tower, but who would have thought that his son would not come back... ah... it's really... those who hear it are sad, and those who hear it shed tears.

"Modeng Company, in the past few years..." Xuanyuan Che directly talked about the affairs of Modern Company, which can be regarded as skipping the topic.

The two mother and son soon started discussing the project. Both of them were fast-moving people. It was like an expert meeting an expert. A huge matter was solved in just a few clicks in front of the two mother and son.

Half an hour later.

Xuanyuan Che walked out of Han's company. Where did the little guy go? Have you really gone home? A flicker of doubt flashed through his mind.

'Ring ring ring...'

At this time, the mobile phone rang. Xuanyuan Che ended the phone call.

"Xin Meng." He shouted flatly.

"I'm at the cafe across the street. Come directly over." A voice like Feng Xinmeng's sister came from the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Xuanyuan Che walked directly to the coffee shop opposite. The place was indeed booked. Looking over with black eyes, Feng Xinmeng was leaning on a sofa seat in a long dress. She turned around slowly. Looking over his eyes: "Maomao..." and waved to Xuanyuan Che.

He walked over and sat across from Feng Xinmeng: "I have changed my name for so many years, when will you change it?"

Feng Xinmeng gracefully crossed her legs: "I can't help it. I've been calling you Maomao since I met you when I was 4 years old. I've been calling you Maomao for so many years. Are you used to it? Besides, Mao Mao sounds so nice! Think about it. Yours was so cute back then." Feng Xinmeng raised her eyebrows as she spoke.

After a while, the waiter brought the coffee.

Xuanyuan Che glanced at Feng Xinmeng helplessly, picked up the coffee and took a sip.

Feng Xinmeng held her chin: "How is it? The coffee I personally selected for you is your taste, right?"

"Haha, it's really not in vain that I have been your friend for more than twenty years. You remember my preferences clearly." Xuanyuan Che said calmly.

Feng Xinmeng raised her eyebrows: "Maomao, after all, we are real cousins! Moreover, I remember it because Lan Le often mentioned it in my ears." She deliberately emphasized the word Lan Le.

Xuanyuan Che put down the cup, his eyes instantly turned cold: "Xin Meng, you must have done it on purpose."

Feng Xinmeng stuck out the tip of his tongue, raised his head, and puffed out his chest: "Yes, did you see it? I did it on purpose, on purpose, on purpose."