Boss, did you speak well today?

Chapter 11

You have a guilty conscience, I have discovered something about your guilty conscience

Nangong Ran was originally thinking about how to make Nangong Yao and Su Xici dog-eat-dog, but after a meeting in the hospital, he suddenly realized that the relationship between them seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

This again creates a series of problems.

Since Su Xici and Nan Gongyao are not in the same group, who is he doing things for?

Who helped him erase some of his past experiences?

Why did he hide the past and come to Nangong's house?What is the purpose?

Also, isn't his luck a bit better?

He quickly finished the work at hand recently, and wanted to say those three words, but found that he hadn't seen anyone for several days.

"Where is Su Xici?" He asked the person who worked overtime with him in the study.

"President, you forgot, you said not to appear in front of you before he thinks it through." Max said.

"Oh." He forgot about it, "How many days has he been thinking about it?"

"It's been a week, President."

Isn’t this manor a bit too big, if it doesn’t show up, it really hasn’t been seen once in so many days, if you don’t pay attention, you will lose your sense of existence, if you haven’t seen Nangongyao, you will almost forget such a suspicious person.

"Has he decided to come to Nangong Group?"

"No, President." Max hesitated, but said, "Actually, there is absolutely no need for him to come to the group."

He handed over a tablet, "Butler Su just earned 3000 million, which is much more than the annual salary you gave him."

"What?! He stays here every day, how can he earn extra money?" Who gave him the guts to earn extra money after work!

"In the acquisition of Mingming Yixia some time ago, I first went long and made a profit when the stock price rose, and then decisively sold short and made a profit when the stock price dropped." Max gave him the information, with a flash of admiration in his eyes , "Butler Su is so good at speculating in stocks."

Well, if you have a little money on hand, you will lose it, right?

"In this case, Nangong Yao has no reason to believe that Su Xici betrayed him." The words were let out, "How about we persuade him again?"

"What's the persuasion? It's always been others who beg me. When I don't beg others, it's his loss not to join the group." Nangong Ran dissatisfied.

"Go and call him."

In less than 10 minutes, the person who opened the door turned into a familiar figure.

Su Xici walked in, straightened his back, and nodded gently to him.

"I heard from the assistant that you are looking for me?"

Nangong Ran waved his hand and asked Max to wait outside.

The oak door was closed, and there were only two people left in the spacious study room.

On the right, sixteen huge dome windows are half-opened. The dark brown window edges of the same color as the furniture in the room divide the white glass into simple square and flower shapes, and split the sunlight from the wooden floor into huge fragments.

Nangong Ran confirmed again very seriously, "You really don't plan to come to Nangong Group?"

"Thank you. The job of housekeeper is very good and suitable for me." Su Xici followed him to the sofa, and when he passed Max's small table, he caught a glimpse of a photo out of the corner of his eye.

The desk was very messy, and a few photos protruded from a pile of folders overflowing half of the table.The top photo shows him chatting with Nangong Yao's assistant Lu Shi in front of his house.

Seen from that angle, it seems like they're secretly plotting something.

"Sit down." A rare politeness.

Su Xici smiled, but did not sit down.

Nangong Ran leaned on the soft leather sofa, tapping the armrest of the sofa rhythmically with his index finger.

"If you're worried that the old man won't allow you to go to the group, I can tell you over there. He doesn't want to delay your future." He tentatively said.

"No, I've already told him about it."

"I can't think of a reason why you wouldn't come."

It's hard for him to imagine why some people insist on being a housekeeper instead of being a good white-collar worker.

"As a young master, of course I think Nangong Group is the best, but not everyone in the world thinks so."

"Su Xici." He called slowly, looking at him, "Yesterday, I went to see Nangong Yao, and he woke up, you know."

"Master said it before." Su Xici's voice did not fluctuate at all, calmly unable to guess any thoughts in his heart.

"You don't have to be so reserved, we can chat like ordinary friends."

There was a mechanical sound when the lid of the lighter was opened, and a cluster of flames ignited the cigarette in his hand.

"But we are superior and subordinate, you and the master are both my employers." Su Xi said calmly, "I am working now."

"What's your off-duty time?"

"There are no strict rules, and we are on call 24 hours a day."

"This salary is not very easy to earn." Nangong Ran slumped on the sofa leisurely, shaking the cigarette ash on his hands, "Have Nangong Yao asked you many times?"

"He lives in the manor. I am the housekeeper of the manor. If you have any problems, please come to me."

"for example?"

"Let me help order some things, contact the dress and catering company, etc."

"Is he difficult?"

"Which aspect is the young master referring to?"

Nangong Ran took a puff of smoke, and the gray-white smoke blurred his facial features, "He is a very difficult person, has a bad temper, and likes to boss around, but he also shows a flattery to some people he finds useful, trying to use All kinds of relationships are drawn together."

"They are all employers. In my eyes, there is no difference between him and you."

"Are you saying that I have a bad temper and make things difficult for others?" After the smoke cleared, Nangong Ran looked at him, and his eyes locked on all the expressions he showed.

"I didn't mean that, I was serving an employer, just stating the fact."

"Do you feel that your luck is very good occasionally?"

"Why do you ask that?" Proper doubts were revealed in the clear glazed eyes.

"Don't you think it's strange," he stood up, his whole body filled with the decisive majesty of the superior, "When Situ Se was about to finish buying the shares and you were about to pay several million liquidated damages, suddenly one morning , Mingming Yixia’s high-level headquarters caught fire, and Nan Gongyao was injured and hospitalized.”

The smile on Su Xici's face was even wider, "Life is full of accidents."

Nangong Ran was like a patient wolf, put away his cunning and ferocity, approached him step by step, stood still at a distance of more than half a meter, and confronted him.

"Then how do you explain that, before the accident happened, you sold the stock that everyone thought was going well, and turned bearish instead of bullish?"

Su Xici took a breath.

"It's like a prophet, knowing that the stock will definitely fall."

His face was a little pale, glowing porcelain white under the sun, like transparent bubbles, fluttering tremblingly with the wind, and breaking fragile with the slightest carelessness.

"Life is full of surprises," he said.

Nangong Ran laughed, "Don't repeat this sentence like a repeater, it makes me think you are guilty."

"I don't have anything to be guilty of. I'm still sure about stocks." Su Xi resigned, "Since you have investigated this, then you should know that I have also played stocks before."

"But I have never played such a big game. I invested several million at a time, which is almost all of my net worth, right? Then, I doubled it several times and made a profit of 3000 million!" Nangong Ran's voice was powerful, with fierceness and anger in his eyes Overflowing, approaching like the opposite menacingly.

"Don't you think that some of your actions are very suspicious?"

Su Xici smiled decently and kindly, with almost imperceptible sarcasm, "Don't you think that you pay too much attention to me?"

"You have a guilty conscience. I have discovered something about your guilty conscience." Nangong Ran fiercely snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and threw it aside.

Su Xici met his thick black eyes, faced the raging storm in his eyes, and slowly uttered three words.

"I do not have."

He has nothing to feel guilty about.

The corner of Nangong Ran's mouth smiled viciously, and suddenly pushed him hard.

Su Xici was shocked, his body was unstable, he staggered backwards, and sat on the soft sofa behind him.

"You..." He stiffened all over, raised his head in panic, and bumped into Nangong Ran's aggressive eyes.

Unruly, evil.

His hands clapped heavily on his left and right armrests, grasping them tightly like eagle claws. His two strong arms were like reinforced iron bones. His thin black shirt outlined his taut and undulating muscles, showing Su Xici all the time. his strength.

Especially the gaze projected on him from the top of his head, like a thousand weights on his heart, even his breathing was tightly suppressed.

"Don't come near me..."

For a moment, Su Xici felt that he was being targeted like a prey, and his hair stood on end.

"Su Xici." The deep and soft voice called his name, with a magnetic husky and playful laugh in his throat, sprayed on his face wantonly, with his perfume and male hormone breath , pervasive.

"Do you think you're acting well?"

His mind was blank for an instant, and he buzzed and froze.

The hands on the thighs clenched unconsciously, making them less trembling.

He knew that he should face him at this moment, look straight into his eyes unyieldingly, and return forcefully.

But at this moment, he tilted his head, his lips trembled, and he couldn't even make a simple sound, so he could only cowardly avoid this kind of fear.

Some people don't want to let him do what he wants.

Nangong Ran chuckled, and his breath gently brushed the fine hairs on his face.

The chin was pinched by fingers with a faint smell of smoke, and he twisted forcefully, raised it, and forced himself to look at him.

"If you don't get the answer I want, I won't let you go."