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    "Second Young Master, here we are!"

    Who knows, there was no movement in the back seat.

    I secretly took a look in the rearview mirror, holy shit, I was almost scared to death!

    ??Who is this ignorant person who has offended his young master again?

    That look on his face makes him want to kill him!

    The next moment, an eerie voice sounded:

    "Abban, please check the contact number of Ningyuan Group immediately."

    "Yes, Second Young Master!"

    He quickly took out his cell phone and made a call.

    Not waiting for two minutes, the contact information of the boss of Ningyuan Group was sent over.

    Not only the phone number, but also WeChat, email, and the specific address where you currently live, including family information, as well as information about the illegitimate mistress outside, everything is available.

    "Second Young Master, I got it."

    Hand it over respectfully.

    He took Abban¡¯s cell phone with his slender and handsome hands, glanced at it, and threw the phone back.

    It¡¯s just a series of numbers. One glance is enough to remember.

    Enter the number until you get through, all in one go.

    The call was answered quickly. After all, private numbers are basically only known to family members or close friends.

    "Hello, who are you?"

    It can be heard that there is some noise on the other side of the phone, as if someone is drinking, clinking, clanging, and drinking.

    In the back seat of the car, the man frowned coldly before speaking:

    "Mr. Ning."

    The person on the phone paused for a moment before continuing:

    "Who are you? This is a private phone number. Where did you come from?"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    "Oh, my surname is Fu!"

    "Fu?"

    Turning around, he asked the people around him if anyone knew anyone named Fu?

    "What? His surname is Fu? I don't know him."

    "I don't know him either. This surname is not common."

    "Mr. Ning, is he someone you know?"

    Mr. Ning¡¯s voice sounded again:

    "I don't know!" He responded.

    At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed:

    "Fu? I seem to know a family named Fu, but"

    He glanced at the people around him with horrified eyes, and finally looked straight at the greasy middle-aged man with a beer belly that was no different from that of a nine-month pregnant woman.

    impossible!

    How could it be that Fu family?

    ??Is it okay to have a relationship that cannot be beaten with eight poles?

    The people around started joking:

    "Who is it?"

    The man swallowed his saliva and said with some difficulty:

    "Fu! Family! Group! Group!" As he said this, he pointed to the top of his head.

    As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.

    Mrs. Fu?

    Is this the Fu you imagined?

    Ning was always the first to react. He almost lost his grip on his phone and dropped it. Fortunately, he caught it in time.

    When you speak again, your tone is still as arrogant and strong as before?

    It¡¯s too humble:

    "FuMr. Fu? Do you have any orders?"

    The person on the phone seemed to be very patient:

    "I can't talk about giving orders. I just want to discuss with Mr. Ning about my experience in educating children!"

    Forehead?

    What?

    Mr. Ning is absolutely blind at this moment and doesn¡¯t know what¡¯s going on.

    Why does it involve educating children?

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????.

    "Mr. Fu, the issue of children's education is how to educate and how to educate."

    "Oh, is it so?"

    Mr. Ning was extremely confused:

    "Yes, it is!"

    On the phone, the man sneered coldly:

    "It seems that Mr. Ning still has a way to educate his children!"

    Full of irony.

    But Mr. Ning himself didn¡¯t hear it.

    "Average, average"

    The forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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