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"Anything else?" The voice of the head of Mo Yufeng came again.

"It's OK."

Then "Dudu -" the phone was hung up.

Chen Jingru stares at the mobile phone to see, for a while some can't see the idea of Mo Yufeng.

Kerry and faith were so hard to catch that they had to take them back and pry open their mouths to let them spit something useful out of their mouths, so that they could grasp the situation of the stetches.

But all expected things, because of neglect of prevention and let the other side have the opportunity.

It's unforgivable!

Chen Jingru's face cooled down and hit the table beside him heavily.

Chen deep eyes deep look at the hand on the table, see no blood, then move away again.

Both brothers and sisters here are in a bad mood and are paying the price for their poor consideration.

And that head of Mo Yufeng is still talking with Mingkun, and the topic has been brought to different places.

From women like clothes or skirts, to the constellation problem in the sky, and then to the geological survey under the sea.

All in all, the topic of conversation is very strange. When you come and I go, it's a contest of no knife light.

Both of them were practicing Taiji, and soon they threw the conditions that Mingkun had just put forward into the air.

Mo Yufeng's hand on the table is beating gently and rhythmically on the table top. The wind is light and the clouds are light. He looks at the dark Kun in the computer screen.

"I could have projected your face on the wall opposite me so I didn't have to look down and talk to you."

Mo Yufeng suddenly foreword does not match after the language to a sentence.

Ming Kun said:

The topic moved so fast that he didn't respond.

But after all, he was the one who licked the blood on the blade, and his calmness was extraordinary.

He did not speak, just looked at Mo Yufeng.

"But I want to see you better, just to observe the posture of some people who can ask me a lot of money."

The topic eventually returns to that condition.

"Do you agree or not?" Ming Kun asked again.

"Good."

Mingkun heard Mo Yufeng reply.

This time, he opened his eyes, which was unbelievable.

"What do you say?" Ming Kun gets close to the computer and seems to want to see Mo Yufeng more clearly. It's very similar to what Mo Yufeng said just now.

"I said yes."

Mo Yufeng's fingers no longer hit the table top, but put them on his legs. He looked a bit lazy and leaned on the back of his chair.

"Come and sign the contract with me tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you."

Before Mingkun has completely brought the joy of negotiation success, Mo Yufeng closes the video, picks up the coat on the chair and goes out.

Although Xiaoyu's physical condition is not good, but Mo Yufeng and Gu xiatong have not forgotten what they should do.

They will be concerned about the small Yu in the heart, the surface is still as orderly as before everything.

Tan ling'er can't help but look straight at this picture of husband and wife.

In her words, "she may have met a fake couple," or "looking at the couple, it's true that no one will lose.

However, the words stopped in my ear as if the air had gone, and neither husband nor wife cared about it. Every day, nothing happened.

If they did not go to the hospital at regular time every day, people would mistakenly think that Xiaoyu seemed to be abandoned.

Xiaoyu in-hospital crutches were completely put down, look carefully, there is a little weak feeling inside.

Mo Zhentian squints and looks at an unknown place not far away. The sound seems to come from which place.

"Are they?"

"In fact, it's not a white eyed wolf. After all, it helped me. All these things are still in the Mohist school. It's not a loss."

Mo Yufeng also makes comments on himself.

Mo Zhentian's eyebrows are sharp, "what conditions did you give?"

Mo Yufeng also looked straight back, "it's just that he paid off all the debts owed by his third brother after gambling. He gave his second brother a yacht, a beach villa and a little more money."

Mo Zhentian knows that this little money is more than "a little".