Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

After Lu Lao finished speaking, the expression of the second daughter Lu Yuzhi changed.

Didn't they ask Lin Xiaojiu to vent their anger on Bingde?

Why are you chatting and going to the study? This plot is going wrong!

Lin Hanxing closed her long eyelashes slightly, told Jiang Xibao to wait downstairs, and followed Lu Lao upstairs.

In Lu's study.

Even though Mr. Lu was in pain, he still sat down without changing his face.

There is also a Go board on the table.

He was the first to pick up sunspots and place them on the grid.

"Should I call you Lin Xiaojiu, or Lin Hanxing, or..."

"Nine girls?"

Lu Lao had a thick voice, and his eyes were piercing on Lin Hanxing's face.

Without changing his face, Lin Hanxing stretched out his hand to pull away the chair opposite Lu Lao and sat down, with a meaningful smile on his delicate and dusty face.

Holding the white writing in his hand, he actually followed suit.

"Mr. Lu is giving me a problem?"

She didn't answer the questions, and she didn't feel the panic of being exposed.

"Did you leave without sleep?"

After Mr. Lu finished speaking, Lin Hanxing's hands paused.

There was an erratic expression in his expression that he had never shown in front of others, but he returned to normal in an instant.

"That's right, if she didn't leave, how could you inherit her name and take over everything!"

There is infinite nostalgia in his voice, but it is only limited to this.

"I didn't expect Young Master Lu to be your grandson."

Lin Hanxing changed the subject without a trace.

"If you knew he was my grandson, would you show mercy?"

Lu Lao made a secret layout on the chessboard, only waiting for the opportunity to devour Lin Hanxing's white pieces wantonly.

Hearing what he asked, Lin Hanxing made a decisive move with his pale fingertips, without any hesitation on his expression.

"Won't."

What he said was almost cold-blooded, but Lu Lao laughed when he heard it.

"You are worthy of the true biography of Sleepless, and your personality is exactly the same as that of my old friend!"

One size counts for one size. Even if you have a good relationship with you, it doesn't mean that the people around you can also get benefits for nothing.

Just smiling, Lu Lao's expression darkened.

"When did you recognize me?"

Lin Hanxing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes fell on the chessboard, and his voice did not fluctuate.

"When you said, 'Whether you believe me or not, it doesn't matter to me'!"

In my memory, the last time I saw Wumian was in Myanmar more than ten years ago.

At that time, the little girl who was following her had grown so big in the blink of an eye.

The years are suddenly too late.

"When she left, was it still so painful?"

Lin Hanxing didn't look up, and started to pick up the sunspots she had eaten on the table.

Lu Lao was stunned, and looked at the chessboard, only to realize that the previous game that was originally powerful to him had now turned the tide under the skillful hands of this girl, and she was able to turn him back and eat a large number of his own chess pieces.

"This set of massage techniques for relieving pain was taught to me by Aunt Mian."

Lin Hanxing said lightly, the game on the chessboard must be concentrated, without the slightest distraction.

Lu Lao's heart was disturbed, and the chess naturally couldn't be played well.

"She asked me to tell you that this is the last gift from her old friend."

When Lin Hanxing's voice reached Old Lu's ears, his heart felt a rare dull pain, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Lin girl, I have a merciless request."

I don't know how long it has passed like this, Lu Lao calmed down and raised his head, looking at her.

At first, Lin Hanxing didn't speak.

Perhaps because of the mention of the word 'sleepless', her cold heart softened after all.

"Tell me what's the matter first."

This was Lin Hanxing's biggest concession.

"I want to ask you, help me..."