Chief husband, strong love!

Fang Qingbao smiled, "I didn't say that..."

"Gold master? Three for four?" Jun Lan frowned more tightly.

When did ah Yan hook up three and four.

If she doesn't know who she is with, will he not know each other's name.

Mo tilted a faint smile, thin lips gently raised a shallow arc and played with the taste, "general Bo's only son, you know."

"You know?" Su Yan was surprised. "When did you know Victoria so well?"

Mo tilted his eyes and said, "didn't you know him long ago? Before he retired from the army, he was on a mission to Europe for exercises one year."

"You know that?" Su Yan was even more surprised.

Bo Jinrong sneaked out to play after performing his task.

They knew each other quite early, long before Su Yan went abroad to study.

The circle of Victoria city is not too large.

Before Bo Jinrong was sent to the army by his father, he was a dandy who didn't do his job.

Speaking of, she seems to know such people very much.

On the contrary, Mu Beichen was serious. Even if he knew that the other party had no name, he hardly had a chance to meet. He met him many years later.

"I know a lot. I also know that he has hidden a woman recently and that he has never been interested in you."

Su Yan had nothing to say: "..."

Fang Qingbao was at a loss. He didn't mind from the man's face.

She gritted her teeth and finally lowered her voice in front of all the bodyguards, "I'm sorry."

Su Yan raised his eyebrows, "Oh, I don't accept the verbal apology."

Fang Qingbao: "!"

"I heard you have a lot of resources. If you are sincere, let me choose one?"

Fang Qingbao: "

Is she a robber? It's an inch.

*

"I'm not sure. I'll let someone come and have a look."

In the living room, Mu Beishen paused with a little nasal sound and said to the head of the phone, "forget it."

"But Mr. mu, you know you can't catch cold if you're not feeling well..."

"Dudu, Dudu..."

The phone snapped off.

Mu Beishen's face was much worse than yesterday, and he was chilly.

The temperature in the living room dropped sharply last night.

He got up a little uncomfortable in the morning and didn't care.

After su Yan left, the familiar discomfort became more and more obvious.

There was a sickly redness on his face.

His forehead is a little hot.

After a while.

The phone rang again.

Luo Bing felt wrong when he heard his voice, "I'll let the car come to you..."

"No." Mu Beishen pressed his hand on the center of his eyebrows, "say what you should say."

"Sir, you are ill again."

Mu Bei replied, and the atmosphere was cold for a moment.

Finally, Luo Bing said, "Miss Su Yan hasn't come back yet. She has been with Mo Qing."

The man's sick face was filled with a layer of haze, and his tone was somewhat inaudible, "continue."

"The driver who originally picked up Miss Su Yan has been called back. Later, Miss Su Yan should be an inked car." Luo Bing paused, "Jun Lan is here. It's inconvenient for us to start."

"When did I let you do it?"

"Sir, Junlan may not always be around Moqing. There are many opportunities for others in Weicheng."

Mu Beishen was silent for only a moment, "let her come back."

Luo Bing: "... Our people can't get close, and Miss Su Yan shouldn't listen to me. Sir, you haven't recovered and the news that you are still alive is not suitable for Mo Qing to know."

After Luo Bing's suggestion was said, he didn't hear a response from the other side.

But somehow I felt that Mr. Mu was very unhappy.