The president is too domineering: relying on his precious wife

Until the last boss walked out of this conference room, Ghost Seven was paralyzed on the ground. www>

Mi Xiaomi ran over with a surprised face and supported him.

"Hey, hello, black-faced god, what's wrong with you?"

Stretching out his hand, he touched his forehead, "I don't have a fever..."

Mo Rong glanced at Gui Qi coldly, "If you don't have that ability, you didn't tell that lie. Get up, there are many things waiting for you to deal with!" [

Gui Qi pushed Mi Xiaomi's hand away, stood up half-supported, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Hey, Black-faced God, what did he say you lied about?"

Mi Xiaomi tugged at the corner of Gui Qi's clothes curiously.

Ghost Seven opened his lips, but then said expressionlessly: "If you want to survive, talk less!"

"Oh..." Mi Xiaomi quickly covered her mouth as if to shut up.

She thought to herself, after saving her rice worm, she must escape from this terrible place.

There is no normal person who doesn't even let people speak, which is really boring.

I began to feel that the big slug was actually quite pitiful.

Well, the big deal is that, after you come back alive, if you are fierce to me again, I will let you order it, so as to save your personality from becoming more and more split because of your lack of love.

Xishan!

noon!

The time has entered April, and the sun at noon is already a bit strong...

The entire mountain was full of people from the Ghost Gang. They were divided into many groups and searched aimlessly in the weedy West Mountain.

In fact, most of them are perfunctory...

Only Ghost Seven is really caring.

He pays attention to every detail...

Mi Xiaomi had a hunch that if he followed him, he would definitely be able to find the whereabouts of Li Juehuang and the others...

So, like a follower, I followed his footsteps closely.

While searching, he shouted desperately: "rice worm, slug, where are you?" [

I have been looking for it at dusk, but I don't have a clue.

The brothers of the Ghost Gang started to complain.

If it weren't for the tokens in Gui Qi's hands, they would all be scattered.

Ghost Seven can only temporarily let them camp on the top of the mountain to rest.

But he refused to relax and continued to search.

Mi Xiaomi caught up to the first few steps, and tugged at the corner of Gui Qi's clothes, "Hey, black-faced god, I can't tell, you are very loyal..."

Ghost Seven glanced at her, "You're also very caring..."

His expression changed, and suddenly, he looked at Mi Xiaomi seriously, "You, have you really never liked Young Master Huang?"

Mi Xiaomi's heart twitched, dumbfounded...

Gui Qi frowned deeply, and kept staring at her.

Mi Xiaomi always felt that his eyes were weird, as if, as if, yes, she remembered...

It's like the little recipients in those comics...

I couldn't help shivering all over my body, I felt a huge amount of pain...

With a mocking smile, "Hello cock, why do you keep asking this question? Of course not, he's so snotty, so bad, so..."

If it doesn't go on anymore, someone's eyes are full of murderous little Li Feidao.

Mi Xiaomi quickly shut up, shrunk her neck, and moved on.

But Gui Qi's weird eyes are always flashing in his mind, and the curious baby cells all over his body can't help itching.

Ask, ask, ask, go all out, she is really interested to know.

Yang Qi smiled, "Well, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask!" Gui Qi kept a black face, but her tone was not as harsh as before.

Perhaps, it was because she was able to order so many brothers to come to look for Young Master Huang this time, and she did a lot of hard work.