Prosperity and luxury: Madam is crazy

Chapter 20 Scan the code to transfer money, Xiangyang

Mu Yeqin took out a card. This is the little guy's QR code for payment. All the rent in the villa area has been put into his account, so this little uncle doesn't have to give pocket money.

"Let go."

Mu Yeqin took the cards and looked at Limo.

Limo walked back to the room and knocked on the door, "Shen'er, come out."

Inside, the "uncle and nephew" are eating chicken:
"Damn it, you're actually [People's Favorite Little Dinosaur]?"

"Yes."

"You are awesome."

"That is."

Mu Qing went down to open the door, still holding the phone in his hand, keeping his eyes and fingers on.

The door opened, and Li Mo snatched the phone, "What are you doing, you should go."

Mu Qing yelled and snatched back the phone: "Oh my sister, what are you doing, she's on the ranking right now."

"That's right," Yuanyuan also came out with her mobile phone in her hand, "I'll leave after typing this one."

A shadow suddenly covered the top of her head, Li Mo turned her head, and the man at the entrance approached at some point, as if he couldn't see her, his eyes were glued to the phone, "Take me?"

"Oh," Mu Qing raised her head and lowered her head.

Ok?
He looked up again, met the man's gaze, and the man blinked at him.

Mu Qingshen turned off the phone, and pushed out the door with him and the little one, "Playing with you, get lost!"

"Slap" the door slammed.

Mu Yeqin stared at the door: "..."

"Hahaha..." Yuanyuan smiled and fell to the ground.

The two sisters on the sofa were completely divorced from reality, pinching each other's arms, gnashing their teeth, "This bitch, if I'm an old lady, beat her until she can't find her mother!"

"Does she have a mother? She doesn't! Pinru, come on!"

Limo: "..."

He picked up his bathrobe and went into the bathroom.

Mu Qing went back to her bedroom, and continued the unfinished game just now. Yuanyuan didn't retreat, and roared passionately in the car: "Little uncle, hurry up, direction 235, be careful—"

Yuanyuan didn't care whether he agreed or not, she just called out "Little Uncle".

Mu Yeqin was driving the car, glancing in the rearview mirror from time to time, his eyelashes flickering.

Mu Qingshen stood at the end of the bed, playing the game so hard that she didn't even bother to turn on the light, when a voice suddenly came from behind: "Who hurt her?"

"Fuck!"

Mu Qing was taken aback, and jumped 180 degrees. The computer screen on the desk was still on, and the person inside was wearing a white coat with blazing eyes.

"You haven't logged out yet?"

Mu Qing turned off the game microphone, turned on the light, pulled out the desk chair and sat down, playing games and chatting with the people in the video.

In the video, the man has a cropped head, a scar at the end of his eye extending obliquely to the tip of his brow, and his white coat can hardly hide his gangster air.It was the person Mu Qingshen asked for the "DNA missile" four hours ago. Now it's eight o'clock in the evening, and the video is still connected.

"In the afternoon, I heard from Qianmo that she woke up. What do you mean, she was injured? You asked me for a DNA missile, and that's why? Bombing someone named Mu, could it be that someone named Mu injured her?"

"Well," Mu Qing glanced at the screen deeply, then lowered his eyes again, "But it's okay, everything has been resolved."

"It's solved? How did you solve it?" The man's tone was cold, and there was already something bad on his handsome face.

"I don't know the specifics," Mu Qing muttered deeply, and answered perfunctorily. He just guessed that the dog man could let him play games with him, so harmonious, it should be resolved.

The man's face darkened, the game was over, and after eating the chicken, Mu Qingshen put down his phone and said seriously: "Mu Mu, you should have heard of Mu Yeqin."

The man lowered his eyes, Ruju's gaze was half covered.

Mu Qingshen said: "My sister just had a feud with this person. Now that the matter has been resolved, we shouldn't take the initiative to stir up trouble. It's not because we are afraid that if we provoke him, there will be no good fruit after all."

After thinking for a while, the man nodded, and looked at him with Ruju's eyes again, "I will develop a DNA missile as soon as possible, in case of future."

"Ah."

As the name suggests, DNA missiles are injected with human DNA as a tracking system. If a person is really targeted by this thing, no matter if you escape to the ends of the earth, even if you are turned into ashes, you will be blown up into the sky.

"Sigh~"

There was a slight buzzing sound in the bathroom, and when the personality switched, the head would hurt and dizzy, but this feeling would soon pass, and when I opened my eyes again, I would be a different person.

Nian Bai looked around, momentarily stunned, she recognized that this was Momo's bathroom, and the last person should be Momo.

Petals were soaking in the milk bath, Nian Bai didn't come out in a hurry, but relaxed and continued to soak, and when it was almost done, he put on his bathrobe, dried his hair and came out.

She went to her room, turned on the light, and was about to go to bed when she caught a glimpse of the note on the table, picked it up and read it, it was Momo who left it for her.

"Mo Ran..." Nian Bai whispered the name, they hadn't contacted for a long time.

She picked up the phone, [Xiangyang]: Moran, is it convenient for video?

"Xiangyang" is Xiaobai's WeChat name. She likes everything that is full of positive energy, just like sunflowers, which are always born facing the sun and are brilliant.

"Don't blame this fate, this God's will, this ruthless nature..."

The other party called the video, read Bai connected, and the brightly lit floor-to-ceiling windows came into view for a moment, as well as that beautiful face.

The beauty of slender ink is bright and flamboyant. She is like Qian Mo, who loves bright clothes, which make her more bright and charming.

The difference is that she lacked Qianmo's charm, and instead showed gentleness in her gestures, which was somewhat similar to Nian Bai.

In the video, Xianmoran curled up in a chair with her legs in her arms. There was a floor-to-ceiling window behind her, and a cup of coffee was still steaming on a glass table in front of her.

She's in Berlin, where it's daylight now.

"Long time no see, I miss you so much." Xian Moran acted coquettishly, her voice soft and waxy.

Nian Bai smiled, "I miss you too," she opened the door and went out, went downstairs, shouting as she ran, "Princess, come and see Mo Ran."

Mrs. Xuanyuan stood up from the sofa, Nian Bai had already arrived, and when she saw Mrs. Xuanyuan, Xian Moran shouted excitedly: "Princess—"

Mrs. Xuanyuan has a virtuous temperament, she is really like a princess who came out of the palace, so they all call her the eldest princess.

Qianmo and Xianmoran were not familiar, so they simply greeted each other.

Madam Xuanyuan was also a little excited, "Little Zhou Yao, let me meet her."

"The little guy fell asleep..."

As Xian Moran said, she walked towards the bedroom. Inside the small crib, a baby less than one meter long was sleeping soundly with her fists clenched and her calves bent.

From time to time, Xiaozui murmured "mama".

Xian Moran looked at it, eyes full of love.

"Oh my god, it's so cute, how can it be so cute~"

Qianmo exclaimed, his eyes were staring, and Nianbai leaned on her, "Yes, Xiaoqian, this is the little Zhou Yao I told you about. It has been three years, and he has grown so big."

The little guy is fat and white, with small arms like lotus roots, full of flesh, a small nose, a small mouth, pink and pink, one by one.

Even with his eyes closed, his eyelashes were dense and long, especially the tear mole at the end of his eye, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Xiaoxi, princess, thank you."

In the video, the woman looked at them with tears in her eyes.

It's been three years, and every time we meet, Xianmoran still can't help but say this sentence.Although in the past three years, she has thanked countless times.

Less communication does not mean shallow feelings.

(End of this chapter)