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"I am very lucky to have a hard time. They all agree with my conditions." The ink Royal wind is not humble reply, like did not understand the meaning of the hell.

"Ha ha, green is better than blue, you are indeed the model and model of youth, and it is worth learning." Mingkun continues to praise.

"The old man is honored." The Mo Yufeng accepted it all, whether the hell is ironic or not.

"Good." The hell Kun is angry at the oil salt of Mo Yufeng, but he is still depressed.

"I'm calling you today, just to say that I have reached a consensus with the elders and owners of the family, and fully agree that what you say is only the conditions for giving us priority, and we can give up patent."

Mo Yu wind turned the chair, just toward the window position.

He looked at the blue sky outside, and said, "I'm sorry, our partners are enough."

The implication is that there is no need for hell and his family.

It seems that it was the first time that people refused, and this person was still a generation, and the hell was silent for a long time.

"Ink is not necessarily joking?" He still can't believe he will be rejected.

You know, depending on the family's heritage, you can build a city at any time.

Over the years, as the status of the family has been rising, only they refuse to be offered, and who will choose to offend them.

But partial, ink is not to eat this set, he looked at the color of the sky, seems to deepen some.

"I don't think there's any funny place, it's not a prank," he replied firmly and positively

"That's a pity. I can only look forward to our next cooperation. Goodbye." The hell still keeps the style of the tunnel.

After this time, I'm afraid it won't be again.

"Goodbye." Mo Yu Feng also replied, the voice is always very salty, let people listen to very much like beating him.

This is the case with the dark earth.

After hanging up, he hit the phone angrily and made a loud noise.

One hand clapped the table, and the beard of the dark earth Qi was shaking.

"He was provocating us, refusing to cooperate, or after I tried to persuade the family."

"There is no forgiveness!"

The action of ink against wind is completely in the face.

It is a shame that the hell can imagine how to be laughed at in the family in the future.

To minimize all people's derision at him, and then revenge on Mo Yufeng, black is the most effective way.

At this moment, the hell Yin measured ground smile.

Mo Yufeng this side, hang up the cross-ocean phone, he gave Lin Dong a call.

"You pay attention to the hell. He is likely to take revenge, and the object is me."

"What's the matter? I didn't say they had better make friends than to make evil? " Lin Dong put down his pen, and there was a strange sight on his dull face.

"It's OK, it's just not a cooperation. You don't need to manage anything else. I won't let you stand up, even if you go back and fight me, but a little."

"What?"

"I can't hurt my cousin."

Lin Dong: "......"

Mo Yufeng, this does not mean forcing him to choose to stand in the team?

"You eat dead. Will I be with your cousin all the time?" Lin Dong can't help asking.

The ink is light, "Oh, I will call my cousin, say you are not..."

"No." Lin Dong interrupted the words of Mo Yufeng, a little helpless, "you let me consider for a while."

"How long?"

"Maybe ten days, maybe half a month, if you are busy, you may have a month..."

"Well, hang up. I remember there's still a call to call."

"Wait, don't play." Lin Dong is a serious guarantee, "give me three days to consider, one month to deal with."

"Well, wait for you to hear."

Hung up the phone, Mo Yufeng suddenly raised fox like smile.

Since it is a month to deal with, Lin Dong will not consider it, and the final choice is the same.

Lin Dong is feeling that the ink is getting darker and darker, the number of segments is higher and higher, and it is more and more difficult to deal with.

This kind of person is suitable for business, can definitely put others into doubt life.

Thinking, Lin Dong suddenly began to look at himself.

He usually does not laugh, the inner play will not be so rich, can have today's "performance", is completely given by the worship of ink.

He also began to get out of order.

Indeed, the close to the red ink is black

After several hours of sleep, Gu xiatong finally woke up.

She found ink in the study, ink Yufeng sat on the sofa, she walked past, nest in the ink Yufeng arms.

This is a self-protection posture, representing Gu xiatong's restlessness."Tell me what happened?" Ink Yufeng rubbing Gu xiatong's hair, intangible comfort her.

"You must have known that hanzhihua did not marry muwenru."

"Well." Mo Yu Feng chin, he really knows.

"I was confused, so I felt confused."

Every time I see Han Zhihua, she always has endless troubles. This feeling makes her more and more exclusive to see hanzhihua, but she can't help but want to know the truth behind it.

This time, hanzhihua Ming knew that mu Wenru killed her father, why he did not hate him, why he was comfortable enjoying prosperity and wealth in Mu's house.

Don't say that to her that there is a bitter heart. Anyone has a hard heart, but there is no one who can ignore the departure of another life.

Gu xiatong cares most about it. It is this.

Mo Yu Feng seems to be able to see through her mind, grasp her hand.

"No one can expect what consequences their choice will bring, so regret will always delay, but they cannot deny their original intention in full."

"I know." Gu xiatong nodded.

She also knew that she could tell anyone that way.

But if this person is Han Zhihua, she will subconsciously according to high standards to request.

Only because she is her mother.

"Will the process of dealing with the Mujia continue?" Ink to resist the wind asked.

"Of course." Gu xiatong nodded without hesitation.

Her thoughts of living and returning home were all for this idea.

It is more impossible to give up halfway now.

"I see."

Two people in the study again talked a lot, chat back, the atmosphere gradually began to become relaxed.

Mo Yu Feng to Gu xiatong, in addition to the role of husband, there are also tutors and soul chicken soup role.

It is strange that these soul chicken soup she never believed, but after she said it from the ink imperial tuyere, she was regarded as a classic.

"Ink is the wind. Let's go back to see your mother another day, and take our children with us." Gu xiatong put forward suggestions.

She wanted revenge, at least her mother was alive.

But Mo Yu wind, only one irresponsible can only control other people's father.

Such a contrast, Gu xiatong suddenly came to her than the ink to resist the wind of the feeling of luck.

But Mo Yufeng lived better and more thoroughly than she did.