Chapter 133

Xiaoxiang garden.

Qin Zhenhua and Luo Ping went home and told Qin Shishi about the old lady's affairs at the meeting in advance.

The poems of Qin Dynasty have a little more affection for Lin Xuan. It seems that Lin Xuan's childhood in renjitang is really not simple.

At the end of the meeting, accompanied by Qin Yang and Qin Zhenguo, the old lady came to Xiaoxiang garden.

Although an old lady can solve the problem, Qin Yang and Qin Zhenguo will not miss any chance to please the old lady.

As long as Qinyang inherits the Qin family group and becomes the new chairman of the board of directors, he can maximize all the interests of the company and make the most of them.

In addition to the chairman of the board of directors, other families in charge of the group pay dividends every year and pay a certain amount of money to the chairman of the board.

Whether each family can make money in the Qin family group mainly depends on its status in the Qin family. The higher the status is, the more convenient it is to make money.

"Poetry?" As soon as the old lady entered the door, she asked with a sullen face.

Luo Ping hurried to the room of Qin Shi Shi and called out to the inner room, "Shi Shi, grandma is coming to see you."

Qin Shi Shi Shi in the room heard his mother Luo Ping's cry and prepared to go out of the room, but was stopped by Lin Xuan, "ah, Shi Shi, what are you going to do?"

"Grandma is here. I'll go out to see her."

"Cough" Lin Xuan gently coughed twice, "you are a patient now, lying in bed, hurry up, obediently lying on the bed, I will deal with it."

Qin poetry puzzled, "but, I am not sick?"

"You go out now, the family meeting in the morning, and your absence is not exposed? Come on, lie down and pretend to be very ill

Qin poetry thought, there is also a reason, so, lying on the bed, pretending to send out pain groan ~ groan.

"What's the matter? Isn't Qin poetry at home? " The old lady was impatient and went to the room of Qin Shi Shi.

Qin Yang said in a bad mood: "in my opinion, Qin poetry is pretending to be ill. What kind of disease can she have?"

"Yang'er, don't talk too much. With your grandmother around, we'll act according to circumstances." Qin Zhenguo drags Qin Yang and signals him not to look for trouble, so as not to offend the old lady, and the gain is not worth the loss.

Qin Yang had to shut up.

The old lady went to the door of the room, ready to knock. Lin Xuan opened the door and came out, "grandma, you are here."

The old lady was too lazy to answer Lin Xuan, "what about Qin poetry?"

"Ah? Poetry, she's sick. "

Lin Xuan said with reason.

"What's wrong with her? Can't she get up even when I come to see her?"

"Yes, granny. Poetry is very sick. If you have any instructions, please let me know and I will pass them on to her." Lin Xuan paced to the living room.

The old lady said coldly, "ask Qin Shishi to come out. I have something important to tell her."

Lin Xuan blinked his eyes and asked, "what important thing can be more important than the life of poetry?"

Without waiting for the old lady to talk to him, Qin Yang got close to Lin Xuan, glared round his eyes and roared, "Lin Xuan, you son of a bitch, what kind of attitude are you talking to grandma?"

Lin Xuan approached, his sword's eyes glared at Qin Yang, "Qin Yang, open your dog's eyes, see clearly, this is Xiaoxiang garden, my home! What's your attitude? Which is your turn to be wild

"You Waste

Lin Xuan Yin compassion way: "you are itchy, come to find a fight?"

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