Gossip King

Four hours later, a man in his early fifties drove a sports car and stopped at the door of a small villa in a wealthy area of ​​a small town in France. He took out the door card and swiped it into the yard. Entering the yard, a French housekeeper hurriedly walked out, bending towards this person: "Hello, please."

"How's the young lady?" The man stood up, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and touched his hair. At the age of fifty, his hair is bald, and some of the remaining hair is also a little whitish. It's very hard work.

People who work hard are born early.

"I've been crying, now I'm waiting for you in the living room. I've been waiting for you for four hours." The housekeeper bent over again, speaking in poor Chinese, "I don't know what happened. I made something for the young lady, but she didn't eat it either."

"Should you ask what happened?" The man frowned, his majesty became apparent, and he waved his hand extremely dissatisfied: "Miss and I have important matters to discuss. All the servants in the room go out and wait at the door. ."

The housekeeper nodded hurriedly, and whispered a few French words to the headset pinned to the neckline. After a while, I saw four or five French waiters who uniformed their costumes filed out and stood. In front of the housekeeper.

The man raised his leg and walked to the door of the villa, turned his head and saw, seeing that these people were all guarding in the compound, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the card and swiped the door, and the door opened.

"Uncle, did you watch the news broadcast? Dad... Dad..." As soon as I walked in, I saw Mu Xiaolen wearing a green plaid dress, standing up from the sofa, crying with pear blossoms and rain on the coffee table The fruit plate and the soup were intact as before. It can be seen that she didn't take a bite, and the pile of paper **** in the waste basket indicated that she had been crying.

"Look." The man named Uncle by Xiao Leng sat on the sofa, frowned and sighed deeply.

"What does this mean? Isn't it bad news?" Although Mu Xiaolen is simple, she doesn't know the seriousness of Mu Zhengtang being taken away on the news network, but she also knows that it will not be good news, so she sat back on the sofa. , Her long eyelashes were full of tears, looking at the fifty-year-old man in front of her, her eyes full of expectation.

I expect this man to say: It doesn't matter, there is a chance for this matter.

"Very bad." Unfortunately, after a deep sigh, the man stretched out his hand to take off the suit outside, set it aside, looked at Mu Xiaolen, and explained very solemnly: "The news network said Mu The secretary was taken away, indicating that this matter has been qualitative."

"I'm qualitative? What do you mean? What do you mean?" Mu Xiao Leng only felt that his brain exploded and was completely stunned. She asked again as if for help.

Say it's not in the way, say it's not in the way, say there is a chance for this matter, Xiao Leng's hand is fist-shaped and placed next to his mouth, his teeth are biting, and the whole body is shaking badly.

"Meaning, your father Mu Zhengtang has basically been affirmed by the state, involved in a carrion case, and has violated the criminal law, or accepted bribes, or abused his power, or other problems have been found. It has been determined, and only has to go to the High Court. This is the procedure." However, this man didn't give Mu Xiao Leng any illusions.

Word by word, he did not deceive her, but directly destroyed Mu Xiao Leng.

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"Don't you still have to go to the high courtyard? Is there a turning point?" Mu Xiaolen asked with a whimper.

"Unless a domestic boss comes out to reverse the case, but now that Mu Zhengtang is arrested, who will come out to the muddy water?"

"Uncle, you have been with Dad for so many years, you can go back to China to find someone, you can find someone!" Mu Xiaoling heard it and lifted her head from the sofa, reaching out and grabbing the last straw. He cried out of the man's clothes.

"Yes, how many years have I been with Secretary Mu?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while: "Oh, 22 years have passed, and 22 years have been with Secretary Mu."

"Yeah, and Uncle Zhou. Uncle Zhou was here to help when he was a kid. Uncle Zhou will come here soon? Think about it!" Mu Xiaoleng slumped on the sofa.

One is Mu Zhengtang’s butler for many years, one is Mu Zhengtang’s driver for many years, and the other is his assistant. Unfortunately, the assistant did not get on the plane and was taken away with Mu Zhengtang. This is the only one who escorted Xiao Leng to France. Two people.

"Lao Zhou." The man smiled a little bitterly, then spoke deeply: "It's a pity, Lao Zhou can't come."

"Uncle Zhou can't come?" When Mu Xiaoling heard this, she stood up from the sofa, firmly supporting the armrest of the sofa with her hands, raised her teary face and looked at the man in front of her: "Why can't Uncle Zhou come? ?"

"Because..." The man's face suddenly became very weird. He looked at Mu Xiaolian: "Because he was on the way, and the car suddenly failed and passed away."

"Uncle Zhou has passed away?" Although Mu Xiaolen was simple, she could smell the strange atmosphere in the air, especially when she realized that the man's gaze had changed from the kind gaze she used to look at.

Moreover, his eyes fell on Mu Xiao Leng's chest that was trembling up and down because of crying. Xiao Leng's clothes were conservative and did not show anything, but his eyes were full of greed.

With that greedy gaze, Mu Xiao Leng sat upright and stretched out her hand to cover her chest subconsciously. She quickly took out her mobile phone and wanted to make a call. The man suddenly got up and took the phone away: "I know why I have four or five hours. Did I just rush to you? Because I have to deal with your loyal Uncle Zhou's... funeral."

Mu Xiao Leng understood it at once.

Uncle Zhou, who had been in charge of household chores in Mu Mansion, had brought her Uncle Zhou, the person Mu Zhengtang trusted most, to be framed by the man in front of him.

"You..." Mu Xiaolen stretched out her finger to the man in front of him: "You...you..."

"Me? What am I?" The man laughed and looked at Mu Xiaoleng who stood up in horror. He stretched out his tongue and licked it awkwardly, twisted his neck, and stretched out his hand to pull the tie down. .

His chest also began to fall together, seeming to be excited, his face flushed, and he looked up and down Mu Xiaoleng.

"But you, you have helped dad drive for a lifetime, the person my dad trusts most! Why are you...what are you going to do!" Mu Xiaoleng instinctively backed away like a white rabbit being besieged by a cheetah.

Can the little white rabbit that is being watched by the cheetah run?

"Yeah, I helped your father drive the car for a lifetime." The man stretched out his hand again, and directly tore off the leader, tilted his head and looked at Mu Xiaolen as if he was admiring the beautiful scenery: "It seems, when you were not born. , I drove for your dad. At that time, he was just a small director of a prefecture-level city, and he did not have the right to arrange a car, but he always had to drink and socialize, so he invited me to drive."

As he said, he walked a few steps towards Mu Xiaoling: "You call me uncle, we are relatives from a distant place, we have fate."

As he said, his gaze fell on the white calf exposed under the little cold skirt, swallowed his saliva, and pointed: "When you were just born, those legs were pink and tender. Unexpectedly, it's been twenty years. This leg..."

call……

He took a long breath and placed his hand on the belt subconsciously.

"This leg is really beautiful, so beautiful." His face became more and more red because of his excitement, and said with emotion: "The female big eighteen has changed, you are becoming more and more beautiful, and more and more beautiful, right. Xiao Leng, have you slept with Gao Leng? Do you...know what it's like to be a man?"

As he said, he stretched out his hand and gestured: "That is, you know that your leg is placed on the man's shoulder and raised high...Does that feel? Come, tell Uncle, have you tasted a man? "