President's Dad: Arresting the Reporter's Wife

"Yes, boss." The assistant replied forcefully, then turned and left.

The plantains outside the window cover the breeze outside the window, and the big swaying leaves are like a big hand controlling everything, controlling the direction of the shadow.——
South Asia, that day was like a sapphire blue mirror, transparent, even with dazzling crystals.

In front of Lan Zhenglin's villa, the commercial vehicle stopped abruptly, its black color was particularly conspicuous in the white buildings.

Lan Zhenglin is a member of the royal family in South Asia. In a sense, this villa is not much different from the palace, and because he has been in poor health, a bedroom on the second floor of the villa has been converted into a ward with high-end facilities. Medical equipment, as well as dedicated doctor and nurse care.

Xia Shuiyue didn't wait for the bodyguard to fully open the car door, she ran out and went straight to the door.

"Miss Shuiyue is back." Uncle Fu, the housekeeper standing at the door, looked at Xia Shuiyue in surprise.

"Uncle Fu, where is grandpa? Where is he?" Xia Shuiyue grabbed his arm, and the first question she asked was Lan Zhenglin.

It was her shaking that brought him back to his senses, and he quickly nodded and replied: "The master had an injection before and fell asleep. You can go in and see him when he wakes up."

Xia Shuiyue's tense mood seemed to relax a little, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Okay."

Uncle Fu hurriedly dragged her into the villa, and said hesitantly, "Miss Shuiyue, how are you recently?"

Xia Shuiyue turned around and sat on the mahogany sofa, slightly startled, then raised her face and smiled, and said relaxedly: "Fubo, I'm fine, how about you? How are you?"

Uncle Fu watched Xia Shuiyue grow up, and her affection for him was no less than that of Grandpa. Now that he is getting older, how could she have the heart to make him worry about herself? ! Besides, I said it, those things are over.

"I'm fine, fine." Forbe smiled slightly, but his face was very stiff.

Xia Shuiyue took the tea from the servant, and when she looked up, she inadvertently saw Uncle Fu's expression, and a bad premonition came to her heart. She knew that Uncle Fu had always been calm and calm in his work, but his appearance today it's wired.

"Uncle Fu, did something happen? Is it grandpa?" Xia Shuiyue stared at him with wide eyes.

"No, no." Uncle Fu waved his hand hastily, and said, "Miss Shuiyue, master, his condition is still stable, but he cannot be stimulated."

"Uncle Fu, I'm not a child anymore, you must tell me if you have anything." Xia Shuiyue said worriedly.

Fu Bo deliberately avoided her gaze, nodded lightly and said, "Of course, of course."

At this time, the servant came over and replied, "Housekeeper Fu, Miss's room has been tidied up."

"Okay." Uncle Fu hurriedly stood up and said, "Miss Shuiyue, you are tired too. I'll take you up to have a rest. I'll call you when the master wakes up."

"Oh. No need. Uncle Fu, go ahead. I'll go up by myself." Xia Shuiyue agreed casually, and looked at him strangely, even the servant just now felt weird.This is the environment she is most familiar with, but now why do the people she is most familiar with feel different.

Turning around and going upstairs, her room was at the top of the second floor, because that angle was directly facing the sea, which Lan Zhenglin deliberately left for her.

"Hi, miss." A servant who came down from the third floor greeted respectfully.

When Xia Shuiyue looked up, she saw her standing at the stairs holding a stack of newspapers.

"Is this today's newspaper?" She was very concerned about the situation of the Mu's Consortium, and wondered if the shock mentioned earlier had passed.

As he spoke, he reached out to the stack of newspapers.

"Yes" the servant subconsciously agreed, but immediately remembered something, stepped back immediately, and said nervously: "No, miss, it's not."

"What's going on?" Xia Shuiyue looked at her inexplicably, holding the newspaper tightly and running downstairs.

Dubai, the headquarters of Mu's Consortium, is like a high-speed machine, with more than a dozen elevators running up and down non-stop. Below the 99th floor, all departments are busy with the highest efficiency, and they don't feel the condensation on the top floor at all.

Mu Jungan was dressed in a dark suit, sitting elegantly behind the desk, looking at the person who hurried in, his black eyes showed no emotion.

"What the hell is going on?!" Mu Jing possessed the elegance and sharpness unique to the Mu family, and his voice at this moment was full of anxiety and helplessness.

Mu Junqian smiled slightly and raised his voice: "Uncle, what do you mean? South Asia? Or Italy?!"

Jun Mujing looked at this nephew with a calm face, his eyes became deeper.

"Damn, let me ask you, what is going on with the cooperation with NK?! Why did the other party disappear suddenly?! Look at the reports outside, it's very bad for the Mu's consortium."

"Why the other party disappeared should be a matter of concern to the police. I also want to know what kind of trick they are playing." Mu Junqian said, stood up from Ang Zang's body, walked to the bar and got two glasses of wine, one of which was handed to Mu Jing.

Then he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and said lightly: "Uncle, I know you are very concerned about this matter, but so far we know about the same."

Mu Jing looked at him helplessly, and said earnestly, "Damn, of course I care about this matter. I care more about the Mu family's property and South Asia. What exactly do you want?! You know it very well."

Mu Junqian raised his voice to interrupt him, and said with a half-smile: "Well, Uncle, I am well aware of the difficulty of South Asia's development, but my attitude has not changed, we are capable of doing it."

"Okay, I won't argue with you, but you always have to give an explanation to the board of directors. Do you know how everyone reacts these days?! The stock market of the Mu's consortium has never been so sluggish as it is now. Don't you think it's time to reflect on it? Yet?!"

As Mu Jing said, he put the wine glass heavily on the sandalwood table, and made a sound, which explained his mood at the moment.

Mu Junqian smiled coldly, and the smile had the sharpness of a king and the elegance of a prince.

"Uncle, since the Mu's consortium has reached its current position, since the other party intends to continue playing, I have no reason not to accompany it. Besides, the winner or loser is uncertain now. I am the president of the consortium, so I will naturally be responsible to the board of directors."

Mu Jing's eyes kept falling on that bewitching face, this nephew always made him think hard.

After a long silence, he said deeply, "Okay, okay, do it, I hope you can stabilize the situation as soon as possible, don't forget, the Mu family can't afford to lose face, if this continues, the board of directors will really rebel."

With that said, he stood up and walked out of the president's office with big strides.

Before Mu Junqian looked away from his back, Joshua pushed the door open with an ugly expression.

"President, our stock has been falling since the opening of the market today. According to the situation I have so far, the source of this stock is different from the last time, and it is not the small scale of the last time, and it is increasing every day. His purpose is obvious."

With that said, he sat on the sofa opposite Mu Junqian and handed over the data in his hand.

Mu Junqian's hawk eyes moved, and then he closed the folder casually, raised his hand still on the big glass table, and said lazily: "Joshua, if I remember correctly, this is the same as the blocking method in Italy last time. .”

"Yes, it's all big money to attract crowdfunding, and" Joshua agrees with him.

"You want to say that the public opinion is against us now?!" Mu Jun interrupted him leisurely, and then looked at his worried blue eyes with a half-smile.

"Indeed, now the media," Joshua said, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

"What else is there, let's talk." Mu Junqian leaned on the back of the sofa, and the sharp air between the two sword eyebrows inadvertently spread out.

Joshua swallowed hard, took out the newspaper in his hand, and said softly, "President, this is what you should know the first time."

Mu Junqian's eyes moved deeply, Joshua's attitude had already made him feel the seriousness of the matter.

He stretched out his long arms, and then, two bright lights landed on the newspaper in his hand. In an instant, the cold air on his body pervaded the entire space, his slender fingers tightened suddenly, and a corner of the newspaper was crushed instantly.

The entire page of the newspaper was almost full of photos of Xia Shuiyue, just like the one that affected the signal transmission to him that day.In the photos, Xia Shuiyue's clothes are torn and she looks unconscious. The traces on her body make it easy to think of many
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Head of LOS brand disappears in Rome for no reason
Suspected of being kidnapped
The killer has not yet been apprehended
Mu Junqian retracted his powerful hand, and several newspapers were instantly clenched into a ball.

"Damn it." The low roar made people feel shuddering.

Joshua took a deep breath. In his three years as the special assistant to the president, it was the first time he had seen him care so much about a woman, and today such a thing just happened.

"President, I checked the media, and all I know is that a European media received the news, and then all the major media began to repost it. The speed was astonishingly fast. There was no time to control it, and it had already spread."

Although he also knew what it meant to speak at this time, as an assistant, he had the responsibility to explain clearly.

A second later, Mu Jungan's black pupils had turned blood red. Apart from that, there was no other information on that Jun's face, he just said coldly:

"Find out the details of this media, and block all news on the existing basis. I don't want to see any more words about this matter."

"Yes, President." Joshua replied immediately.Then he said softly: "I checked the Internet, and it has been spread simultaneously. I have already tried to stop it, but now the trend is serious."

When Joshua walked out of the CEO's office quickly, the corners of Mu Junqian's lips were slightly pursed, and a glint of ice shot out from his half-closed eyes.

He is very clear about the purpose of the other party. In addition to causing negative/negative information to the Mu's consortium, the purpose of the photos is also the LOS brand. The other party is very clear that LOS is his personal investment, and he must be more aware of the impact of these photos on him. , more serious than stock market turmoil.

At this time, the indicator light of the video system was on, and the signal from Milan was flashing non-stop. From this frequency, the other party's mood could be seen.
Mu Junqian turned around and pressed the switch button. Almost at the same time, the big screen split into two, and the signal from New York was connected to the other side.