Chief husband, strong love!

Mu Feifan stepped up to the gate, "it's all right. I remember I have something urgent to go first! Brother, I'll see you next time..."

He walked so fast that only the big box half a man tall was left next to Su Yan.

She said angrily, "eat it yourself!"

*

Su Yan was locked in his room and didn't want to go out. Fortunately, Mu Beishen didn't go to the press conference, but he had to deal with the mess, so he was in his study all afternoon.

When I heard the knock on the door, it was two hours later.

With permission, the new servant respectfully opened the door. "Miss, there's something for you. Is it sent to the room?"

Su Yan was sitting on the sofa and turning through the magazine. When she heard what was given to her, she could only think of the big box at noon, and her eyebrows tightened.

She wanted to say throw it all out.

But it's frustrating that you really can't throw it.

She didn't know what medicine Mu Zhao had given her. Although she knew that the medicine was much less, she didn't dare to let Mu Bei sink, but she was still hanging in her heart.

It's like there's a time bomb in your body.

She doesn't know when it will explode.

That hateful box, not only can't be thrown out, but also put where it should be.

"Move in!" Su Yan looked cloudy.

The servant was stunned. Do you need to use the word "move"?

The maid in the back came in with a pile of brochures. "Miss Su Yan, the person who sent the things said that it was Mr. Zhuang who gave it to you."

Su Yan stretched his eyebrows and took it from the maid.

She told Mo Qing that she had read the script casually recently. Zhuang Su actually sent her a pile of scripts.

She was in a good mood for the most part and felt that she had nothing to do during this period of time.

"Then bring up the box downstairs."

Su Yan actually wanted to say, just bring some boxes up.

But on the one hand, she still wanted face, and on the other hand, she was curious about what was in it.

When the servant brought the box up, she closed the door.

The script was put aside for the time being, and she opened the box again.

Sure enough, as she thought, it wasn't all the same.

Think about it, the assistant is also very poor. In fact, he doesn't know what model they want.

She reckoned that all that could be bought on the market should have been delivered.

Su Yan was bored anyway. He simply turned the box upside down and poured most of it on the carpet.

Sitting cross legged on the carpet, she called Zhuang Su and looked at the strange one by one.

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you to answer the phone. I sent you a text message. Didn't you see it? When you're idle and bored and don't want to see people, you can choose the work you've seen for some time."

Su Yan holds a box in his hand. "Don't send text messages. It's OK to send private messages on my microblog. I can't see the text messages. This function has been uninstalled."

Zhuang Su: "

She paused. "I can find someone to help you get it back. Many of my husband's former subordinates will be heretical. This little problem has no technical difficulty. You can also disguise it as other software for you to use secretly."

It's like cheating secretly

And she thought that in case of being found, the mobile phone would still be confiscated. "It's all right, just wait for me to go back. By the way, I heard that Yan Fei died? Was it really a chance for revenge by the enemy?"

Zhuang Su chuckled, "just let others believe it. Do you believe it?"

"But not ink."

"Well... Since you know it's not Mo Qing, can't you guess whose pen it is?"