Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

Lose the business card that Ning Xiaofei handed over, Xicheng carrying the guitar and getting out of the elevator.

This arrogant guy, even did not let, just walked over Ning Fei's shoulder and knocked her to the side.

Ning Xiaofei looked at the business card that fell to the ground, turned and chased it out, rushed to it, and extended his arms to stop him.

"Mr. Xicheng, I know you don't like it..."

She was stopped by her, and the unhappiness of the man’s bottom was thicker.

"Know that I don't like it, are you still here?"

"But our columns are different, we are not..."

Xicheng interrupted her arrogantly. "I didn't know it, I didn't want to participate."

"But you haven't heard me say..."

"My time will not be wasted on your idiot." Xicheng raised his right hand and gently raised his hand to the oncoming patrol security guard. "She is a reporter."

When the staff heard the words "reporter", they immediately rushed over and took Ning Xiaofei's two arms. With this opportunity, Xicheng strode to the studio.

"West City, hello...we really have to be different from others. I came with great sincerity..."

Regardless of how Ning Xiaofei called him, the men did not stop, let alone turn back.

Knowing that there is no possibility of continuing, Ning Xiaofei regained his gaze and struggled to open the arms of two security guards.

"You let me go... walk away, pull what you pull... you touch me again, I am indecent..."

The two security guards laughed and released her, and one of them was in the right direction.

"Miss, please leave now!"

A depressed stomach, Ning Xiaofei turned and walked into the elevator. The two security guards immediately followed in. All the way, like a prisoner, she "sent" her to the emperor's door and watched her go far before returning to the emperor's door.

"Pride, arrogance... What's great, what?"

Ning Xiaofei screamed at a stone on the side of the road, turned to look at the Emperor Building behind him, and saw a chair on the side of the road immediately came over and sat down on the chair.

How is this guy more difficult than Mu Tianye, it is really not oil and salt!

Thinking of Mu Tianye, she was busy raising her wrist to see the time. It was already more than ten o'clock in the evening. At this time, he should have arrived.

Touching out the phone, clearing the throat, she spoke sweetly at the air.

"Husband? No, it’s too embarrassing, it’s too fake and not sincere!"

She cleared her throat again.

"Husband, I am Fifi!"

......

Trying it a few times, I finally found a tone that I thought was kind and didn't seem too artificial. This only dialed Mu Tianye's mobile phone.

This time, the phone is connected.

However, no one has been picked up.

Ning Xiaofei was patient and waited for the phone to ring to the sixth sound. When he was preparing to vomit, the phone finally passed the low baritone of Mu Tianye.

"Hey?"

"Husband, I am sorry, I am here to apologize to you. I really didn't deliberately miss your call this morning. I was taking a shower at the time. I really didn't hear it, or else, I... I just hanged my knife on my head and burned my eyebrows. I have to pick it up... my husband called that... It was the first important thing, wasn’t it? Husband, after sitting for so long, the plane must be tired? Is the road going smoothly? I just watched the weather forecast saying Berlin. Over the past few days, have you cooled down, are you not wearing a thick coat... I am not good, if I know that you are on a business trip, I will definitely help you prepare your luggage... Sorry..."