The Underground Emperor: Starting from Running Away with Sister-in-law

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Mou Xianmin saw that Ding Xin was slow to speak.

Then he snorted unhappily: "Why isn't Mr. Ding talking? Don't you even have the interest to talk to me now?"

What the hell!

Isn't this fucking too arrogant?

Of course I think so, but Ding Xin would never say that.

"I mean, we haven't contacted each other for so many days. I missed you, so I came to see you..."

A woman.

Just coax her if you can.

"Hmph! A man's mouth is a liar!"

Mou Xianmin's hum this time was prolonged, which was also a change in attitude.

Say it.

Mou Xianmin stood up and walked to the refrigerator beside him, saying, "It's a rare opportunity for you to visit us. What would you like to drink?"

She was not an ungrateful person and knew that Ding Xin's purpose of coming here was not just to see him.

But since Ding Xin gave her a way out, she just took it.

You know, she has figured it out during this period of time.

She is in a bad mood.

Ding Xin can really not take it seriously...

It's like he disappeared from the face of the earth.

Tired of it? Said Qi turned around and stood up to account for ⑨⑷ ⑧ ⑶ 樲７⑧ 0澪

"What's there?"

Ding Xin asked casually.

Then he quietly admired Mou Xianmin's seductive back.

She was wearing a slim-fitting off-white women's suit today, looking extremely capable.

The tight material exaggerated the curve of her hips.

Like a small peach.

She walks with a swaying gait, which is full of temptation.

Mou Xianmin's five senses were very sharp, and she instantly felt Ding Xin's burning gaze.

He moved his body somewhat awkwardly.

He turned his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"it's beautiful!"

Ding Xin grinned, revealing his white teeth, and gave a thumbs up without answering the question.

There was sincerity in his tone.

Mou Xianmin was very happy to be praised, but she still gave Ding Xin a proud look.

Oh, woman...

Chapter 179: Tea Tasting, Beauty Like Jade

Mou Xianmin bent down and reached out to open the refrigerator door.

Every gesture is full of charm.

"I have red wine, handmade coffee, oolong tea, green tea..."

"Then have a cup of oolong tea."

Ding Xin ordered one at random.

While speaking, he also sat down in Mou Xianmin's original seat.

Well, there's still some warmth under my butt.

Picking up the documents on the table, Ding Xin wanted to see what the woman was busy with.

"Oh, what a coincidence."

This is a manuscript written by Mou Xianmin himself.

The content of the manuscript is about the vicious incident that happened in Enping District a few days ago...

In the writing of Mou Xianmin.

This incident has almost risen to the level of a terrorist attack.

It's fucking exaggerated!

Ding Xin read it carefully again.

How should I put it? The information above is rather fragmented and not coherent enough.

The core intelligence involved is not much, but it is also a lot.

Logically speaking, these core intelligence are now official internal information and should not be disclosed casually.

This can be seen.

Mou Xianmin is a very resourceful woman.

What impressed Ding Xin even more was...

Relying solely on these fragmented pieces of information, Mou Xianmin put them together into a complete story.

Ups and downs, very gripping.

Even though he knew that the article was inconsistent with the facts, Ding Xin was still attracted to it.

He truly is descended from a family of media tycoons.

This ability to write beautifully is truly amazing, or perhaps this woman is just very talented!

At this time.

Mou Xianmin has already brewed two cups of oolong tea.

She turned around and was about to speak.

I saw Ding Xin reading her manuscript attentively.

She took back what she wanted to say.

Her red lips were slightly pursed, outlining a graceful curve.

Mou Xianmin did not disturb them, but came to the sofa with two cups of oolong tea and placed the brewed tea on the coffee table.

He bent his body and sat down on the sofa.

Then he held his chin with one hand.

He looked at Ding Xin in front of him with interest.

Don't tell me yet.

In the past, Ding Xin gave her the impression of being either reserved and handsome, or domineering and confident...

But at the moment.

But she felt a sense of maturity and stability from this little man.

Very contradictory, but also very charming.

He is such a mysterious man...

“Great, great…”

Ding Xin put down the manuscript in his hand and exclaimed sincerely: "The ups and downs, the twists and turns, this is what the ancients called a wonderful pen..."

What does Mou Xianmin need most?

It's not that others praise her beauty or family background...

What she needs most is others' recognition of her and acknowledgement of her own value!

Ding Xin's praise at this moment instantly hit her sweet spot.

This is not.

As Ding Xin finished speaking, the woman's eyes curved into crescent shapes.

Eyes as charming as silk.

The phrase "her heart was blossoming" could not describe her mood at that moment.

Sure enough, this little man in front of her understands her best.

Whether it's father or mother...

Or maybe it was her younger brother or even her husband who had no feelings for her, who always wanted her to be a vase.

There is only Ding Xin.

When we first met, I recognized her abilities and supported her in her career.

This is not just talk, but full support for her with actions.

Start from the creation of the company.

Ding Xin just kept spending money and never cared where she spent the money.

If you want money, I'll give it to you, just go and do it.

In other words, this is undoubtedly a deep trust.

At this moment, Mou Xianmin couldn't help but feel a little regretful. How great it would have been if she had married Ding Xin...