92 He has nothing to do with Yangwei Group

Luojia Villa, a suburb of B city, is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It has a snow-white architectural appearance that has been maintained all year round. From a distance, it looks like a white Go chess piece sprinkled between green mountains and green water. When you drive nearby, it looks better than the five-star hotel in the city center.

The big black iron gate slowly opened. Luo Qunhang drove Luo Qunxing and Luo Qunshu slowly into the flat lane. With a cold face, he gently held the steering wheel without saying a word.

Xiaoshu looked at Luo Qunhang's face and whispered, "Brother, for the sake of Suxintang, you'd better not argue with Grandpa. If there is anything in Suxintang, Xiaoxing and I will be on your side."

Xiaoxing looked out of the window in a distracted way. The blue sky and white clouds floated, but as soon as they entered this place, the three people couldn't help sinking down.

In the long corridor, on the walls on both sides are hanging famous paintings that Mr. Luo bought from abroad but did not know how to appreciate. The bright and soft red carpet spread on the ground, he couldn't see his head at a glance. Every time Luo Qunhang walked on it, there was a blood red explosion in his mind, which made him more resentful.

There were constant servants passing by in the corridor. Occasionally, when they met three people, they stood aside respectfully and whispered, "Master Sun, Miss Sun, you are back." He secretly speculated in his heart how Master Sun, who had not seen him for several years, suddenly came back, but there was no superfluous look on his face.

It's just that the three people didn't want to answer. In Luo Qunhang, he may not admit this identity at all, while Xiaoshu Xiaoxing is full of thoughts and is not in the mood to respond.

Uncle Liu, the housekeeper, was waiting at the end of the corridor. He saw three people and said with a smile, "Master Sun, Miss Sun, you are back. Miss Xiaoxing Xiaoshu, go and have a rest first. Master Sun, the master is waiting for you in his study.

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Mr. Luo's study, no matter how spacious and bright it is, the four walls are full of tall and full of bookshelf. Next to the bookshelf are gratifying green plants, Luo Qunhang will always feel gloomy.

Behind the spacious desk, Luo Hong sat on the carved mahogany armchair. When it rang gently from the door of the study, his old and majestic face had forced himself to calm down. Looking at Luo Qunhang standing in front of him, his eyes were very complicated.

The two looked at each other. Uncle Liu stood respectfully aside and did not retreat. As long as the two were together, a war would break out. He could not leave at ease. Now Mr. Luo is old. If there is an accident, he can't absolve himself.

Luo Hong stared at Luo Qunhang, and there was a kind of desolation in his heart. This was his eldest grandson, but he seemed to have become his biggest enemy in the world. He looked at Luo Qunhang and was about to speak.

A burst of music sounded. Luo Qunhang took out his mobile phone and saw Luo Hong's unhappy eyes, but he answered it carelessly. At the other end of the phone, Xin Tian paused for a moment and asked directly, "Mr. Luo, what does it have to do with Yangwei Group?"

Tina thought about it. It's better to call Luo Qunhang first to ask. Although Luo Qunhang is her boss, the relationship between the two is not just as simple as employers and employees. After thinking about it all night, she felt that there was nothing to hide. She really wanted to know about it, so she came to ask directly.

Luo Qunhang looked at his mobile phone. He didn't understand why Xintian called at this time, but he thought there was nothing to hide. He said coldly, "I'm Luo Qunhang. I have nothing to do with Yangwei Group and Luo Hongcai and Luo Minxiang." Then he hung up the phone coldly.

So resolute, Tina raised her eyebrows, but she said the names of Luo Hongcai and Luo Minxiang so clearly. It seems that it is not only related, but also very close. Although Yang Wei is a large group, it is not so familiar that any person can say the names of the two rulers so well.

She raised her eyebrows gently. It seems that Luo Minxiang can't touch it. Maybe she will be involved in some rich family disputes. It's just that if Luo Qunhang is really the eldest son of Yangwei Group, what happened can make him hate it so much?

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Luo Qunhang's cold eyes were full of sarcasm. Luo Hong was so angry that his face changed color and he gently hung up the phone.

Luo Hong only felt the blood surging in his chest. Uncle Liu hurried over, handed him the teacup, and whispered, "Sir, take a sip of tea first and press it down."

"Liu Quan, you go down first." Luo Hongcai gave the order irresistably.

Liu Quan looked at Luo Hongcai's face, sighed helplessly, walked out of the room silently, and closed the door.

There are only two people left in the quiet room.

Luo Hong stared firmly at Luo Qunhang's handsome face and absorbed the advantages of Luo Minzhan and his wife. He sighed gently and said in a low voice, "Qunhang, what did your grandmother say when she left?"

Grandma was admitted to the hospital for a few days. He didn't care. He didn't care about the grandmother's funeral ceremony. Now the dust has settled, and the loving grandmother has been buried deep in the ground. He looks sad to show someone.

Luo Qunhang sat opposite his desk, took out a document from his bag, and continued, "There is no topic related to you, you can not ask. I'm here for Suxintang. Take a look at these procedures. I'm now the holder of 60% of Suxintang's shares. Let's discuss the future of Suxintang together.

Luo Hong saw his attitude and knew that the hard ice could not melt in a day. He secretly made up his mind that as long as Luo Qunhang refused to give up Su Xintang, naturally there was a lot of intersection with Yangwei Group, and no one could erase the blood relationship.

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Pan Lang stretched out and came out of the small study. At a glance, he saw Tina sitting on the sofa, holding her mobile phone in her hand. In the bright morning light, her skin was as white as snow, and she frowned slightly. Her bright red lips were gently bitten by the snow-white and neat teeth, and her heartstrings were unconsciously confused.

He remembered that last night, under the warm yellow light, Tina's bright smile, and her glazed eyes were softer. He asked softly, "Why did you get up early in the morning? Are you confessing that you stained my clothes with saliva yesterday?"

Tina blushed. Last night, she sat behind a two-person bicycle and fell asleep unconsciously. Pan Lang rode back alone all the way, and she added clothes on her. However, she would never drool. At most, she leaned her head on his back.

But the matter of Luo Qunhang made her have no intention. She urged, "Hus up and buy breakfast. I got up so late, and the sun was basking her buttocks."

Pan Lang looked at the fresh and sunny weather outside and said with determination, "Anyway, the two-person bicycle will be calculated in two days. Let's just cycle around the city today. I'll take my camera and take some beautiful photos by the way."

Obviously, I was bored just now. Seeing the brilliance on Pan Langjun's face, Tina suddenly felt sad. Did she go around the city? The weather outside seemed to be going on an outing.

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