If it weren't for the two faces that were so similar, I believe everyone would doubt whether Duanmu Liushui was the biological child of Mrs. Duanmu... Among the girls I know, the fairy has the smallest figure. She is very afraid of me asking about her height. Just like Chu Yuan never allowed me to mention words like "bust" or "development" in front of her, Chu Yuan always uses "still growing" or "Cheng Liusu is flatterer than me" as a reason to comfort herself, but the fairy will not deceive herself like this. She is already nineteen years old and knows very well that it is difficult for her to grow taller, so whenever she is asked about her height, she will shamelessly round it to 1.6 meters. But according to my visual estimates, there are still 1.5 meters and 1.5 meters and 1.5 meters and 1.5 meters and this Mrs. Duanmu...is obviously shorter than the fairy! I'm afraid it's less than 1.5 meters and standing behind Duanmu Liushui, who is big, it's like a child in a kindergarten class!

It is not an exaggeration to describe her as a ‘child’ - at first sight, I knew that she was at least twice as old as I was, but if I asked me to tell me what the basis for judging her age was, I couldn’t answer at all... She was not only small like a little girl, but her skin was tender and tight, but also like a newborn baby. She had a faint pink color in her fairness, and even a crow's feet symbolizing aging could not be found at the corner of her eyes...[]

Will the passing of time really forget some people? I thought my stepmother was, Sister Yue was, Dong Xiaoye's mother, the evil aunt I met on the train, but compared with Mrs. Duanmu who was standing in front of me at this moment... Time just showed mercy to them, and Mrs. Duanmu was truly forgotten by time. Her appearance seemed to be frozen in the most beautiful moment she had forever...

I just sighed, of course I wouldn't really think that time would forget anyone. I regret beating Duanmu Liushui now. If time could go back, I should have a good exchange of feelings and condom relationships with him so that I can ask his mother about this art of maintaining beauty. I believe that stepmother and Sister Yue will be very happy...

But then again, if time can really go back, I will probably only be more ruthless, so that Master Duanmu will dizzy for a while, so that he won’t wake up so quickly, and even ask his mother to come over and settle the score with me - since time can go back, this ability to keep the face is meaningless if it doesn’t learn it...

What does it mean to be present in person by Mrs. Duanmu, who never intervened in Mo Zhang's fight? Old Mo's expression became so serious, his mouth was sneered, and the people of the Mo Sect all looked so sad. This woman looked so adorable (although this word felt strange when used on Mrs. Duanmu, there was no more appropriate word than this). They seemed to have seen some disaster, and their faces were twisted like wrinkled bitter gourds, all of which were green. On the contrary, the Zhang Sect all turned into red tomato faces, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, gloating, and making things more fond of words. The neutral faction led by Zou Hexi Baiyuan is a cucumber face and eggplant face, either green or purple. No wonder, with them taking care of him, Master Duanmu was still ravaged to look like this now. How did they explain to Mrs. Duanmu?

Mrs. Duanmu herself exposed the lie of being sick, and anyone would think so in her heart - she was angry and came to tell her son!

So when he saw Mrs. Duanmu walking straight towards me, Long Shan panicked, "Sister Xuedong, listen to me..."

Mrs. Duanmu stopped in front of me - very close, so close that if I didn't retreat, I couldn't stand up from the chair. Although I was sitting and she was standing, our eyes were parallel, and she was really small...

Like Sister Hu, Duanmu also has a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, but it is completely different from Sister Hu’s agility and sharpness. Her eyes are like water, calm, peaceful, and uncontested. At least, I did not feel any hostility from her eyes. Perhaps, the reason why I believe she is no longer young is because of her eyes that are as clear but unfathomable as they are from the world.

Everyone held their breath, perhaps just as Long Shan said, his son was the only reverse scale on Mrs. Duanmu's body, and everyone knew this clearly. Therefore, for the next second, many people were looking forward to it. The moment Mrs. Duanmu's palm fell on my face, it was her statement today.

I was also on guard. Zi Yuan often said that the machoism in my bones is very serious. I don’t know whether this is right or wrong, but I know very well that I don’t want to be beaten by Mrs. Duanmu because I have no reason to be beaten by her, so I am a little conflicted. Although she did not show hostility, what should I do if I cover up for the purpose of hitting me unexpectedly? Do I hide? It’s not easy for me to sit in a chair... block it? Will it be too ungraceful? Moreover, she looks too young and is too old, and still looks so delicate and powerless. If she accidentally hurts her... I don’t respect the elderly and love the young, I will take all of it in an instant!

The buddy was hesitating, but Mrs. Duanmu spoke, which was beyond everyone's expectations. She raised her hand gently and patted my left shoulder, "Hello Chu Nan, you are fine."

After saying that, a smile appeared on my face, and this expression made me feel familiar... No, it should be said that when she smiled, I realized that her appearance looked familiar...

Have I seen her somewhere before?

Before I could come back to my senses, she had already walked past me, ignored the shocked Long Shan and Duanmu Runshui behind me, and walked straight to the empty seat under the head under the silence, and greeted him as if nothing had happened: "Brother Mo, Brother Zhang, I'm late, please forgive me."

She kept smiling, but the smile seemed not her expression, but part of her appearance. I couldn't feel her smile. To be precise, I couldn't feel any breath on her body. The only thing I can be sure of is that it was not cunning, but a peaceful, without desire, without seeking, without joy, without sorrow, without anger...

‘It’s late’ is a well-known lies, but no one has the nerve to expose her. Lao Mo and Zhang Li should know that she doesn’t like to say too much, so they just nodded with a smile, and even saved the words of greetings. The conference room was silent for a moment. Zou He looked at Duanmu Liushui, who was standing behind me barefoot, and stood up and said, “Madam, Liushui’s matter…”

Mrs. Duanmu waved his hand to signal him to sit down, still pampering his words, "I know everything, sit down and continue the meeting."

She did not have the domineering aura of the superior, but her aura was even stronger than Mo Yi's tension. Zou He was also a top character in the company, but in front of this petite woman, she was as obedient as a cat with no temper. She immediately shut up and sat down, which made everyone silent. Murphy and Liusu looked at me at the same time, which was quite worried for me.

That’s right, Mrs. Duanmu’s words, “Hello Chu Nan, you’re very good”, are all slandering no matter how you hear it…

Master Duanmu, who was so mummy-like, walked to me, looked down at me, and sneered: "You shouldn't offend me."

I looked up at him and sneered coldly: "You should say that I shouldn't offend your mother. You are not worthy of saying this to me."

"What did you say?!" Duanmu Runshui grabbed my collar and lifted me up.

"I said you are a fake tiger's power," I said lightly: "Do you still want to go back to the hospital? If so, I promise, at least you will not be able to run back barefoot today."

In terms of physical condition, I am 1.8 meters tall but weigh less than 130 kilograms. Master Duanmu, who is two meters tall, with a sexy muscle that can make a girl scream, is incomparable to me. This guy can lift me up with his arms alone and can't take care of myself. It's not too difficult to beat me up and live without taking care of myself. But just after being beaten by me, I will inevitably have a shadow in my heart. If he was not afraid of me, he wouldn't move his mother as a reinforcement. When I was scared, I wouldn't let go of me, and I wouldn't let go of me, and I wouldn't let go of me, so embarrassing.

Just like Duanmu's flowing water, no one dared to believe that Mrs. Duanmu's arrival did not make me, the ignorant young man, restrained me, a ignorant young man, restrained me. Long Shan pinched and rubbed her temples with both hands, and had already given up on stopping the frame and dissuasion. Knowing that doing this would only make Young Master Duanmu even more unable to come to the stage. If he refused to step down, I would not be polite to him. Instead, things would be a big deal. Zhang Li wanted me to beat her baby son in front of Mrs. Duanmu, so naturally he would not speak out - he admired Lao Mo's contradictory expression at this moment.

With the arrival of Mrs. Duanmu and my blindly madness, the matter gradually became disconnected from Mo Yizhi's original sure plan and was moving towards his unpredictable direction.

"River water, come here, have a meeting." Mrs. Duanmu unscrewed a bottle of pure water placed on the table, took a sip, and didn't look at us.

"But, mom, this kid..."

Mrs. Duanmu ignored her son and said to Mo Yi: "Mr. Mo, let's continue the meeting."

Mo Yizhi nodded, "Okay..."

Duanmu Liushui was stunned, glared at me hatefully, let me go, walked quickly behind my mother, and someone immediately gave him an office chair that was exactly the same as my butt. This guy is about the same age as me, but between his words and deeds, the smell of baby milk powder and Johnson baby shower gel is everywhere... He is just a little chick who cannot be independent. He doesn't feel embarrassed to be so big and snuggle up next to his mother?

"Where did you say just now? Oh, negotiator," Mo Yizhi said: "Ms. Min from Yuezhigu Group asked Chu Nan to be our Fengchang's negotiator..."

"I object!" Duanmu Liushui interrupted Mo Yizhi's words again and pointed at me and said, "He is not worthy!"

Lao Mo's face was gloomy. It was not because he was angry with Duanmu Shuishu targeted me, but because he was angry with the big and small prodigal boy who cut off his words twice and did not take him as the chairman seriously. He was not anxious. Yao Ling was anxious and said angrily: "Why is he not worthy? Just because he hit you just now?"

"He has no way to negotiate. If he disagrees for a few words, he will lose his mind completely. He does not know how to endure and be gentle, and easily expose his emotions. How can such a person go to the negotiating table? You must know that the negotiating table is tantamount to the battlefield. The other party will fight hard to put pressure on us in order to win greater benefits. He has no ability to withstand pressure at all. Could it be that he also swings his fists to beat Miss Min? Then what else can we talk about cooperation? Not only will we not get strong allies, but we will also establish an enemy that we can't afford to offend!"

His words were reasonable and proven, making Yao Ling speechless. Mrs. Duanmu nodded with satisfaction and smiled at her son with relief. Unlike her previous smile, this time, she showed a strong relationship, which was gratitude, joy, and spoiling...

【ps: Uh... It's all night again...
Chapter completed!