Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 978

  "This..." The assistant secretary looked at Prince George hesitantly and bent over and said, "Your Excellency, it's about Childman's reputation. At present, the news from all parties is chaotic. In case there is fraud, I am afraid..."

  As the No. 1 Crown Prince, George's every move is related to his performance and future, and even the smallest flaws will be magnified infinitely.

  This time the Zellman family has once again exposed the scandal, the assistant secretary has a lingering fear, for fear that it will be a fruitless oolong like before.

  At this time, Prince George crossed his legs, leaned back on the back of the chair, and slowly lit a cigar, "What are you afraid of? The purpose of the discussion in the Council Chamber was to discuss the revocation of the title of nobility, but it was not effective immediately.

  In recent months, scandals about the Childman family have emerged one after another. If this continues, the entire British imperial public will inevitably question the aristocratic system.

  Instead of asking the public to question the authority of the royal family, it is better to think of countermeasures in advance. Discussions in the Assembly Hall may not reach an agreement, but at least some action is needed to stop the crowd. "

  The assistant secretary suddenly realized and nodded, "Your Excellency is wise."

   Prince George squinted his eyes and took a puff of smoke, "What is Weston doing recently?"

   "I heard...The second crown prince will go to the House of Commons every day. It seems that he wants to make some political achievements as soon as possible to make up for the mistakes of the global agency."

  George raised his lips and smiled, "This is the fate of fighting a tiger."

  Nowadays, the scandal of Childman is raging on the British emperor. If the second crown prince Weston wants to put aside the relationship and protect his life, he can only ignore it.

   Prince George waved his hand thoughtfully, and the assistant secretary left the main hall with conscience.

  Not long after, he picked up the phone again and dialed the number of the old fox, "Old businessman, it really is not old."

Shang Zonghai on the side of the receiver, wearing a white Tai Chi suit, put down the Tai Chi sword casually, took the towel from Wei Ang's hand and wiped his forehead, "Why are you saying this?"

  George’s eyes fell on the extinguished cigar, and it took a long time before he laughed and said: “The Childman family will have today, don’t say it’s not your credit.”

Hearing the words, Shang Zonghai stretched his eyebrows, walked to the pavilion and sat down in a hurry, "They will have today, and they are completely responsible for it."

Prince George chuckled silently, "Don't go around with me, the council will open the discussion agenda immediately. If you want to pass the resolution, you'd better do something. Otherwise, the existing scandals are not enough for the royal family to come forward and deprive the royal family. Noble title."

Shang Zonghai answered the call and ended the call. Wei Ang also brought a cup of tea in due course. "Sir, Prince Wu Lu sent a message just now. The Senate of the Cabinet Office is about to start the impeachment of the leader of Burma. The Tan family's staff has approved it. ."

   "Well, tell Lao Tan, don't leave any future troubles." Shang Zonghai sipped his tea, leisurely and cozy.

  ……

  At the same time, the experimental ward of the hospital.

  Xiao Yehui's right leg was wrapped in gauze, sitting in a wheelchair, looking far away from the window.

  He has no mobile phone, no confidant, and his back shows a bit of helpless depression.

  The experimental ward was closely guarded by Zuo Xuan and others, and there were no tools to communicate with the outside world.

  Such a predicament, but Xiao Yehui is still calm and complacent.

  He seems to be calmer than usual, and he cooperates very well with the hospital's treatment.

  At this moment, there was a sound from behind, Xiao Yehui motionless like a mountain, as if he hadn't heard of it.

  Qingqian footsteps slowly approached, until a gun hit the back of his head, Xiao Yehui's expression finally made waves, "You really are still alive."

   Yin Mo's appearance seemed to be expected.

  Even if he doesn't look back, he can be sure that it is her.

   Yin Mo held the gun tightly and pressed the muzzle to the back of his head, "How can I get revenge on you if I die."

   "Heh..." Xiao Yehui let out a low, dumb smile in his throat. He stiffened his back and spoke lightly, "Yin's mother is not dead again. What revenge are you looking for me?"

   Yin Mo subconsciously squeezed the trigger, gritted his teeth, "Xiao Yehui, what face do you have to mention my mother?"

"A servant, it's really not worth talking to me." Xiao Yehui turned the wheelchair with one hand, ignoring the black muzzle, slowly moving towards the hospital bed, "Just put it away, even if you want revenge, you won't have your turn to do it. "

   Yin Mo is always short in front of him.

  Because Xiao Yehui can always accurately say what's on her mind.

   Yin Mo lowered his hand, his eyes filled with hatred, "You didn't expect that you would have today."

  She said as she walked up to him, her toes pressed against the wheelchair, forcing him to be unable to move, "Xiao Yehui, I really can't kill you, but..."

   Yin Mo's elongated tone was mixed with obvious threats and mockery. When Xiao Yehui raised her eyes, she slammed her fist on the corner of his mouth mercilessly.

  Xiao Yehui's handsome face was missed, but he said nothing.

  Even if the corner of his mouth was smashed with blood, he just wiped out the bloodshot with his thumb, sneered in a mute voice, "You will vent your anger when you punch me? Captain Yin, you always do such useless work.

  Yin Mo was furious, holding the handle of the gun and hitting his left eyebrow, "This punch, beat you for my mother."

   "This punch, I will beat you for the seven cubs."

  "This punch..."

  Yin Mo knew that she was taking advantage of others, but she could not let go of doing nothing.

  Border Seven Sons, because Xiao Yehui fell apart, and his mother was injured by him.

  Too many emotional entanglements made Yin Mo lose her mind, and she was so fistful that she wanted to take Xiao Yehui off.

  Until——

   "Second, enough."

  A clear and faint voice sounded from behind, but Yin Mo was too involved, as if he was blinded by hatred to all his senses.

  Li Qiao stood in place wearing a hospital gown, looking at He Chen beside her with complicated eyes.

  He Chen pulled his lips, strode forward, grabbed Yin Mo from behind, and warned in a low voice, "Be honest."

   Yin Mo's fist was smashed, and the movement stopped.

  Li Qiao paced forward and patted Yin Mo on the shoulder.

  If Zuo Xuan hadn't sent someone to inform her, I'm afraid Xiao Yehui would really be killed by Yin Mo today.

  Yin Mo's red eyes gradually focused, turned to see Li Qiao, and pulled her lips stiffly, "Qiao Qiao..."

  She didn't notice that her back was against someone's chest, and the moment her adrenaline soared, she just wanted to cut Xiao Yehui.

  Li Qiao raised her chin outside the door, "Go out and calm down."

   Yin Mo nodded, and as soon as he turned around, he bumped his forehead into He Chen's chin.

  She raised her head, her eyes a little dazed.

  After a fierce eruption, exhaustion followed.

   Yin Mo pursed his mouth, his tone is low and faint, with a hint of aggrieved grievance, "You are here."

  He Chen raised his eyebrows playfully, "Well, I'm here."

  He wants to hear what she will say next.

   Yin Mo's thoughts were confused, and he didn't notice He Chen's expression, and shook his head, "Oh oh."

  Expected He Chen: "..."

  (End of this chapter)