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Chapter 934: Mu Tianye's past (2)

The couple who have never had a fight, are arguing loudly at the end of his bed.

He didn't remember what they were arguing about, maybe because the consciousness of just being awake was still vague, maybe it was the first time I saw the parents quarreling too shocked... I only remembered that my father frowned and looked angry, and the mother cried with tears.

The father told him that she didn't want them, she wanted to marry another man.

He cried and asked her, and asked her not to go... She just cried and said sorry, and finally took her hand out of his hand.

Since then, Mu Tianye has been particularly annoyed by women crying, even annoying all women...

After he was discharged from the hospital, the father who always loved to book good tea became a drunkard, and he also learned from his father's words that the mother left them for money.

Later, the father and the mother divorced. On the night of the divorce, the father poured all the manuscripts and wine together, lit it with a lighter, and burned it all night at the lake.

The next day, he quit his job as a university professor and embarked on the road to business.

From then on, the father seemed to become a shadow in his life. He always went out early and went home late, sometimes not even going home for a few days. The man who always used the pen heard that he was doing engineering to make money, in order to learn from experience. He even went to the construction site to learn how to paint the wall...

A year later, he had his own team of contractors.

Two years later, he had his own construction company.

That day, he drove home with his own car and carried Mu Tianye around A for more than 20 laps. He only repeated one sentence in his mouth.

"Son, Dad will definitely work hard to make money. In the future, let you be a rich second generation, you will never have to worry that the woman you like will run away because of money..."

Later, he studied architecture and studied the economy... just to pick up his father's class and work hard to make money like him.

After his father died, he took over Muhammad and worked hard every day. At that time, he was too poor to hand over the money for Liu Wei. His wallet was only a dozen yuan.

Working overtime until midnight, only use instant noodles to fill.

"I don't go to the supermarket to buy, they all go to the market to wholesale a box, it is cheaper... You always say that you like instant noodles, certainly I will not eat." Mu Tianye gently cares Ning Xiaofei's hair, "face can be eaten I can also eat it, sometimes I will cook it when I have enough time... There is also the seasoning, which is used together with the sauce. It can be used to dip the head. I prefer beef flavor. The seafood sauce is simply self-abuse..."

For more than two months, he had to eat at least two bags of instant noodles every day. The result is... now he only wants to vomit when he smells the instant noodles.

That night, Mu Tianye told a lot of his stories.

The reason why he was afraid of high, the truth of Mu’s mother’s departure, why did he hate instant noodles, and when he won the first project, he excitedly held Party A to speak English...

Ning Xiaofei was in his arms, crying, laughing and crying, until he finally closed his eyes in his arms, only vaguely heard the man whisper.

"A lot of people say that my life is good, I feel that at the same time... However, Lu is right to say... I am coming to you, I have done the most profitable business in all these years!"

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The next day, it happened to be Monday.

Muhammad's rules, every Monday morning is a regular meeting of directors, and today is no exception.

In the past, some directors may not be able to take time off because of other matters, but today, the time is still half an hour, and all the directors have rushed to the conference room to wait for the meeting to begin.

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