Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

Chapter 238 Take You as Your Concubine

"Of course! She's my..." Yang Qingyan suddenly covered her mouth, remembering her mother's words about not telling strangers about their relationship, "I don't know her!"

A gleam of light flashed in Nangong Wei's eyes.

What a coincidence, this little girl not only has the same appearance as Brother Ning, but also knows Brother Ning.

He looked at the girl's face carefully - her eyebrows, her stubborn expression, were exactly the same as Brother Ning's.

"Are you lost?" Nangong Wei asked, while calmly looking around for possible guardians.

"No, I came to see you!" Yang Qingyan said confidently, "Uncle Satan said that I will have many boyfriends in the future. I think you are beautiful and I want to take you as my concubine!"

Nangong Wei's face flushed instantly.

At the age of twelve, he already understood the relationship between men and women, but a four-year-old girl told him in front of her, "You are so pretty" and "I will take you as my concubine."

It's the first time.

"Qingyan!" Hilde's voice came from a distance.

He finally got rid of the crowd and walked quickly towards Yang Qinglan, his amber eyes full of vigilance.

"Hello, sir." Nangong Wei stood up and greeted him neither servilely nor arrogantly, while protecting Yang Qingyan behind him. "Is this little girl your child?"

Hilde studied the remarkably calm little boy before him. "Yes. Thank you for taking care of her." He held out his hand. "Please give her back to me."

Nangong Wei did not move immediately: "Excuse me, do you know someone named Yang Xining?"

Hilde was slightly stunned.

He looked at the boy carefully and suddenly noticed the family emblem on his chest - the bauhinia symbol of the Nangong family.

Then he shook his head and said calmly, "I don't know him."

Nangong Wei keenly noticed that the other party had just paused for a moment.

This person definitely knows Brother Ning!

“Uncle Hilde!” Yang Qinglan suddenly interrupted their conversation and pointed at the street corner. “That ice cream truck is leaving!”

Hilde held out his hand to Qingyan and said, "We should go, Qingyan. Don't you want some ice cream?"

Only then did Yang Qingyan reluctantly stick her head out from behind Nangong Wei, her little hands still tightly clutching the corner of his clothes, her eyes sparkling.

"But I still want to talk to the handsome brother for a while longer."

Nangong Wei patted the back of her hand gently and smiled softly: "See you next time, Xiao Qingyan. Remember, my name is Nangong Wei."

After saying that, he gently took Yang Qingyan's hand off the corner of his clothes and handed it to Hilde.

Hilde took Yang Qingyan and winked at her, indicating that she should be more restrained.

The little girl stuck out her tongue, but couldn't help turning around and waving goodbye to Nangong Wei.

Nangong Wei stood there, watching them leave, his heart filled with confusion and curiosity.

……

In the conference room on the 88th floor of the Mo Group in City A, the air pressure was suffocatingly low.

"The Asia-Pacific region's performance declined by 12% this quarter, and your explanation is 'market fluctuations'?" Mo Junli's voice was not loud, but it silenced the more than executives present.

He stood up and swiped his slender fingers across the projection screen. A new set of data charts replaced the previous report. "This is a comparative analysis I did. During the same period, the Qi Group grew by 7% under the same market conditions."

Twenty-seven-year-old Mo Junli has completely lost the youthfulness of his youth.

The well-tailored dark grey suit outlines the perfect proportion of broad shoulders and narrow waist. There is no emotion on his stern face, only his hawk-like sharp eyes make people dare not look directly at him.

"Mr. Mo, Qi Group mainly deals in luxury goods and has strong risk resistance..." a regional director tried to explain.

"boom!"

Mo Junli slammed his palm heavily on the conference table, causing the water surface in the teacup to vibrate violently.

"I want solutions, not excuses," he said coldly. "Three days. I'll give you three days to re-strategize. If you can't do it, please send your resignation letters directly to my email."

There was a gentle knock on the conference room door, and Mo Junli's secretary, Lin Yan, cautiously poked her head in. "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry to bother you, but... there's someone named Yang Xining in the lobby on the first floor who insists on seeing you."

The temperature in the entire conference room seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant. For the first time, a crack appeared on Mo Junli's face. He almost lost his composure and grasped the edge of the table. "Who are you talking about?"

"Yang Xining said he's your...old friend." Lin Yan was shocked by her boss's reaction. "Do you want to refuse?"

Mo Junli was already striding towards the door: "The meeting is suspended."

The executives looked at each other in bewilderment - they had never seen the decisive CEO Mo interrupt an important meeting for anyone.

Mo Junli's exclusive elevator descended at an astonishing speed, and the numbers flashed from the 88th floor to the 1st floor.

He adjusted his tie in the elevator mirror, his fingers trembling slightly.

"How is it possible..." he muttered to himself, and the mirror reflected a pair of eyes that tried hard to remain calm but could not hide the turmoil in their eyes.

five years.

Ever since that farewell letter, ever since Yang Xining disappeared from the world again, there has been no real warmth in Mo Junli's world.

The moment the elevator door opened, Mo Junli had already restored the perfect mask of the Mo Group's president.

His steps were steady and his expression was stern.

Only Abu, his personal bodyguard of twelve years, could see that the boss's hands in his trouser pockets had been clenched into fists.

In the center of the hall, a slender figure had its back to him, looking up at the authentic Wu Guanzhong painting hanging on the wall.

Her waist-length black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with the ends of her hair emitting a faint purple-blue sheen.

The simple white dress outlines a graceful waistline, and she wears a pair of light blue flat shoes on her feet.

……

Yang Xining stood in the lobby on the first floor of the Mo Group, looking up at the dome that was nearly 30 meters high.

Everything here embodies power and wealth - from the marble floors imported from Italy to the masterpieces of contemporary art hanging on the walls, all speak of the might of the Mo Empire.

"A-Li has done quite well in the past five years." She whispered to herself, the corners of her mouth rising unconsciously.

"elder brother?"

A low, magnetic voice came from behind, and the moment Yang Xining turned around, his breath was caught in his throat.

The man standing in front of her was tall and straight, with sharp features like those carved by a knife, and his brows were full of the majesty of having held a high position for a long time.

Those once clear eyes were now unfathomable, and the moment they saw her, they stirred up a storm.

"A-Li." Yang Xining called out stiffly, extending his hand: "Long time no see."