Two cute babies: Mr. Si loves his wife too much

Ling Youting of the Brilliant Hotel is as familiar as his home, but he has never seen the face in his memory.

Soon, Ling Youting made a call: "Mr. Zhang, are you in the hotel? I have something to trouble you, um, I just arrived! Okay, thank you!"

Not long after hanging up the phone, Ling Youting saw a figure trotting over, his face covered with fine sweat.

"Boss Ling, I've kept you waiting! I'm really sorry, I'm in a meeting!" Zhang Huo said out of breath, and it was obvious that he rushed over immediately after answering the phone.

Ling Youting immediately supported Zhang Baohua. Over the years, Zhang Baohua got better and better, and his figure was already out of shape. At this time, he had a big belly, and the shirt inside could hardly fit. It seemed that he rarely exercised. killed him.

"I'm sorry, I came in a hurry and didn't greet you in advance." Ling Youting said with a smile as he walked.

"Where is it? It's my honor to work for President Ling! I don't know what is your order, President Ling?" Zhang Baohua took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked hastily.

Ling Youting slowly sat on the sofa in the VIP area, and asked in a deep voice: "I don't know if Mr. Zhang still remembers that about ten years ago, I asked your relationship to send an aunt. I remember that it was to arrange kitchen work. Do you still have impression?"

Zhang Baohua froze for a moment, then frowned and thought for a while, Ling Youting was not in a hurry, he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed him one, then lit it slowly by himself, and waited quietly.

While meditating, Zhang Baohua skillfully made a phone call to inquire. After some operations, his heart gradually became clear.

"Mr. Ling, are you talking about Mr. Fang's mother?" Zhang Baohua narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously.

Ling Youting was startled, and subconsciously shouted: "Mr. Fang? Which Mr. Fang?"

"It's Yuhua International's Mr. Fang Ziye, don't you know?" Beads of sweat rolled down Zhang Baohua's cheeks.

Ever since the assassination of Si Mohan, Zhang Baohua had managed to steal a little life in the cracks. From then on, he felt awe towards the wealthy young men around Si Mohan. Throwing it away again, he has reached middle age and will never have a chance to start over.

From the fact that Ling Youting trotted all the way over after a phone call, you can see his mood at the moment.

Hearing this, Ling Youting took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "You mean the company of the Chu family, Yuhua?"

"That's right, I saw Mr. Chu and Mr. Fang entertaining distinguished guests in our hotel last time. I will never admit that she is Mr. Fang's mother." Zhang Baohua assured with a serious face.

"Huh", Ling Youting breathed out, his mind was in a mess, he didn't expect that Fang Ziye had been active by his side for so many years, but he didn't notice it at all.

Ling Youting asked tremblingly, "Is Mr. Fang's mother still brilliant?"

As soon as he finished saying this, Ling Youting felt that his IQ was not online. Since Zhang Baohua had already honored him as Mr. Fang, how could Fang Ziye let his mother do such chores in Brilliant.

Sure enough, Zhang Baohua was startled, and immediately said with a smile: "As early as eight years ago, Mr. Fang's mother left the hotel, and I was the one who went through the procedures myself."

Although Ling Youting had made preparations a long time ago, he still felt a thump in his heart when he heard this, and he felt a little out of breath.