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"A Luan, if it is related to the life of Muyu city?"

Mu Ziyang's voice with a trace of urgency ring behind.

Su Luan has just taken a step.

Smell speech turn around.

Qinghong water eyes coldly shoot at Mu Ziyang.

Facing the window, his half face hidden in the shadow makes Su Luan feel chilly for no reason.

The voice also gave her a gloomy illusion, "if it is related to the life and health of muyucheng, are you willing to exchange the shares in your hands?"

"Do you think I'll believe any of your nonsense?"

Su Luan said so, but he felt uneasy.

In particular, Mu Ziyang said, "muyucheng last injured fingers, which are nearly three months."

Su Luan's heart sank suddenly.

Looking at his eyes suddenly sharp, "Mu Ziyang, what do you mean?"

He said nothing.

But the more so, the more upset she was.

A bad feeling came to my mind.

Mu Ziyang did not say.

Just look at her like that.

Su Luan took a deep breath and sat down again.

She slipped her hands into her pocket.

I didn't take my handbag when I came to the cafe just now.

Her cell phone is in her pocket.

Mu Ziyang seems to have prevention, paying attention to her hand into her pocket, "a Luan, if you record, then we don't have to talk about it."

Su Luan's small face flashed a trace of anger.

But think of what, and then hold back.

She took out her mobile phone and raised the screen toward him. "See clearly, I don't record."

With that, she put her cell phone on the table in front of her.

Seeing her angry, Mu Ziyang explained, "a Luan, I told you that this secret has violated my mother. Please understand my situation."

Su Luan wants to curse people.

But she was more worried.

From just now Mu Ziyang mentioned the wound of Mu Yucheng, she couldn't help thinking wildly.

What's wrong with his wound?

She thought of how slowly his wound healed.

Compared with her abdominal injury, Mu Yucheng's hand injury is not serious.

However, his wound healed very slowly.

She only thought that the injury was in the joint, and he would pull the wound when he moved, which led to slow healing.

I didn't think about it anywhere else.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. What's wrong with the wound on the city's finger, you say."

Su Luan lost his patience.

Part of the restlessness in the heart is shown in the face.

It leads to a bad tone.

Mu Ziyang looked at her nervousness and worry, and was so jealous that he went mad.

"There is something wrong with Mu Yucheng's wound."

"What's the problem?"

Su Luan glared at him.

Mu Ziyang shrugged, "I can't say more about this. I can only tell you that there is something wrong with Mu Yucheng's wound.

I'll tell you the rest when you give me the shares. "

Su Luan sneered, "I'm not a fool. I gave you the shares. What can you do if you don't say so?"

"I do what I say."

"How can I believe you. Even if you don't say so, I can let Yucheng go to the hospital for examination.

I will not give you shares first. "

Su Luan stood up and made a gesture to go.

"There was a virus on the dagger that hurt him."

Su Luan's face changed and her eyes were staring at him, "what virus?"

Mu Ziyang also stood up and took out his wallet to pay for the coffee. "A Luan, I won't tell you all about it.

Even if you take muyucheng to check, it's no use.

You can come back to me after you think about it. However, the virus that Mu Yucheng "infected" has been in his body for three months at most... "

In the middle of his speech, he stopped talking.

Su Luan wants to go up and strangle him.

She took a deep breath and held back her anger.

Looking at Mu Ziyang out of the coffee shop, she was unable to sit back in the chair.

The delicate face was pale.

She held her mobile phone and thought about Mu Ziyang's words just now.

After a long time, Su Luan called Mu Qingfeng.

"Hello."

Ring a few times, the voice of Mu Qingfeng came.

Su Luan pursed her lips and asked coldly, "is it true what Mu Ziyang said?"

On the phone, Mu Qingfeng has a moment of silence.

"It's true."

"Therefore, it is not only Fang Congfeng who has been harming the city, but also you and Mu Ziyang, right?"

"Ziyang and I did not participate. We have always been Fang Congfeng."

Su Luan said angrily, "Mu Qingfeng, for the sake of power and interests, you have no conscience, even your own relatives.One day, you will get the same retribution as Fang Congfeng. "

"As I said, Ziyang and I didn't participate. Fang Congfeng did all those things alone.

Su Luan, it's useless for you to be angry.

The most important thing is how to get rid of the virus infected by muyucheng

"Don't cry with me. You're afraid that Yucheng will die soon. Your father and son can control the group."

All the anger in Su Luan's heart was vented to Mu Qingfeng.

She was so angry.

Thinking of Yucheng being plotted by them again and again, she felt extremely distressed and angry to the extreme.

How can they not want any conscience for the sake of power.

Although he scolded Mu Qingfeng, Su Luan didn't feel better at all.

She wanted to call Mu Yucheng, but looked at the time and gave up the idea of calling him.

Su Luan dials Li Yanrui's number.

The phone didn't get through. She hung up again.

Out of the coffee shop, Anyi and Anrong immediately meet up.

Seeing her ugly face, Anyi asked with concern, "Miss, what's the matter with you? Is mu Ziyang making you angry?

You tell me, I'll beat him to death. "

Anrong glared at him, "Miss, don't listen to Anyi. If Mu Ziyang provokes you and beats him, it's too cheap for him to get out of bed for half a year. "

"Kill him."

The next step of Su Luan's car left.

Anyi and Anrong look at each other and quickly follow.

Open the door for her and watch her get into the car. Anyi closes the door and sits in the passenger seat.

He turned his head and asked, "Miss, how did Mu Ziyang offend you?"

"Anyi, don't ask so many questions. Miss is in a bad mood. You'll kill Mu Ziyang tonight."

"Why don't you go?"

Anyi asked discontentedly.

Anrong put on her seat belt and drove on the road. "I want to protect miss."

“……”

Anyi rolled her eyes. "Miss, it's not good to kill people, but you can tell us that we'll take revenge on you in other ways."

Su Luan pursed her lips and answered the wrong way, "don't go back to the company, go to my uncle."

"Yes, miss."

Anrong answers and looks at Anyi again.

They exchanged a look.

It seems that miss is really in a bad mood.

I don't know how the bastard of muziyang got into miss.

Anyi tells Anrong with her eyes that she must find an opportunity to teach Mu Ziyang a good lesson.

Anrong: go ahead, I support you!