[MTL] I Refuse to be a Supporting Character ✔

Chapter 16

In the night, the black car climbed the road in the mountains and drove into a half-mountain on the outskirts of the Imperial City. The trees were hidden under the trees.

Far away, people can only see the upturned eaves emerging from the depths of the mansion.

This is an excellent place to stay.

Those who can live here are not rich and expensive.

The car was stopped by the guards guarded at the door.

The window slowly descended, revealing the faceless face of Mu Ming.

The guard solemnly saluted him, pressed the door and the car went in smoothly.

Not far away, a quaint courtyard appeared.

Mu Ming took the car. He sorted out the clothes and walked straight in. The assistant and the driver followed.

On both sides of the winding path, every few meters, there is a street lamp that emits bright and shining light. In the early summer, the yard was very quiet. Only the roadside occasionally sounded a few frogs called humming. Soon some people will pick them up or drive them away in the direction of the sound.

If it is normal, they want to call it, but it is different tonight, the old man is sick, and several big people in the courtyard are too noisy.

"Mr. Mu is good."

Xu's servants hurried back and forth, but the footsteps were not messy. Seeing Mu Ming Cheng paused and bent down to say hello, the quality is very high.

Many people in the big house are looking at Mu Mingcheng, and he meets an acquaintance and nods his face.

At the entrance of the main hall, a serious face, dressed in a meticulous manner, even the hair is combed smoothly, the whole person looked like a man who was old and old-fashioned.

He stepped forward to Mu Mingcheng, and his eyebrows were squeezed into a river. He asked: "How come you are now? Grandpa has been singing you for a long time."

This person is the Xu Jiada, Xu Chenghui, who just called the assistant. He is about one meter and eighty-two. He is a tall man with a national face and is handsome among ordinary people.

This kind of face is a natural condition for people in the mixed politics.

However, when Mu Mingcheng was in front of him, his height and appearance were not enough. Therefore, he deliberately stood two meters away, so he couldn’t like his cousin.

Mu Ming took the line to the inner room and smiled. "What is the cousin? If the grandfather knows why I am late, maybe I will be more happy."

There is something in his words, but Xu Chenghui can't guess what he can do to make the old man happy.

His master's attitude made him clear: "You are going in."

When Mu Mingcheng entered, his mouth snarled the arc of sarcasm, and also with the past.

The assistants and drivers are naturally not qualified to follow up, but this does not prevent them from seeing Xu Dashao’s expression.

Seeing no one around, the assistant used the elbow to push the top of the driver's arm and grinned. "Old Liu, look at Xu Dashao's little man's ambition."

The driver, Liu, turned his head and looked at him. He dismissed the place where the bomb was hit and silently moved away from the two steps. They are big men, what are the hands and feet? I am not jealous. You can speak well and I can hear them.