Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

This is a luxury home store.

In the morning, the clerk opened the door and welcomed today's first guest.

But

People who work in such stores are more or less snobbish.

Can these two men afford the furniture in our shop?

The clerk was a little confused.

"Gentlemen, are you..." she squinted, her long false eyelashes and bright red lip makeup made the powder on her face very thick.

If it weren't for the handsome little brother with a black baseball cap, she might be too lazy to speak.

It's so handsome. He's so handsome with a scar on his face.

"We want to see if there is a suitable sofa." Lin Yueming fired a smile at the clerk's little sister.

I don't sacrifice my hue. I'm afraid the door doesn't want him to go in with the little mute.

The little mute looked at the clerk with an oblique eye.

"OK... Ok..." the clerk was stunned by Lin Yueming and turned to let them in.

She had never met someone who came to the store to see the sofa early in the morning.

"Is it urgent?" the clerk followed Lin Yueming and asked gently, "Sir, how large is your home? What style of decoration is it? Do you have a favorite designer? I can recommend you the right one..."

Lin Yueming and the little mute walked around the store. They also saw it upstairs. They looked at each other and shook their heads.

No.

"Gentlemen, aren't you satisfied? In fact, many famous designers haven't put out their designs. They need to be booked. What do you like? Let's sit down over there and I can introduce them." the clerk said.

Lin Yueming stopped sitting, took out his mobile phone directly, turned out the picture and said, "do you have this in your store?"

As soon as the clerk saw it, he immediately smiled with joy, and even the action of pouring tea became a lot respectful.

"I like this one. Unfortunately... We had it in our store, but it has been sold. This is the work of a famous Italian teacher. If you like it, you can book it first and ship it back from Italy. Look..."

Lin Yueming thought: sure enough... Fat boy's news is still right. There is only one place in a city to sell.

He was surprised and interrupted the clerk: "is your worker responsible for carrying the sofa that has been sold?"

"Er... This..."

In the clerk's surprised answer, Lin Yueming pulled the little mute out of the store.

He stretched out, patted the little mute in the bright sunshine and said, "let's have breakfast first."

Sitting on the fried dough sticks stand, drinking rich, sweet and greasy soybean milk and biting the crisp fried dough sticks, he took out a small note from his pocket.

There is a telephone number on it.

Lin Yueming said to the little mute, "give me your cell phone."

……

"Well, for the sofa we have sold, the guests don't use our workers. The guests who come to our store pay more attention to privacy. Maybe they don't want strangers to enter the house, so sometimes the workers will invite themselves."

"Well... When the sofa was shipped back, it was your master who was responsible for unloading and placing the goods, right? Can you call me?"

"Good!"

……

Lin Yueming recalled what the furniture store clerk said while pressing the phone number.

After waiting for a long time, a middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

"Hello, master, it's Xiao Wang from the store who called me. Well, I like a sofa in the store. However, my goods elevator has broken recently. I can only use the passenger elevator. There are load-bearing restrictions. I just want to ask, how much is that sofa? You are all teachers. Should you be very clear? Oh... Well, I want to ask, can you use four workers to move it? HMM, Well... I see. Thank you. "

The little mute kept staring at Lin Yueming, his face full of questions.

Lin Yueming hung up the phone in his hand and said seriously, "the master's original words are, four workers? There are weights in it! That sofa can be moved by two people."

The little mute snapped his fingers.

"That's right! There must be something wrong with mu." Lin Yueming drank the soybean milk in the bowl and said, "let's go back and prepare quickly. While he's still in the company, go to Mu sifan's house!"

Lin Yueming grinned.

After a few days, I finally found a trace of clues.

Finally, it's not like a headless fly.

After drinking hot soybean milk, the cold wind in autumn doesn't feel cold.

Musfan family.

Cheng Yi shuffled slowly to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and poured a glass of Iced Milk.

She picked up the glass and took a gulp.

Hearing the change of the door lock, she instinctively pricked her ears.

In the twinkling of an eye, look at the electronic watch in the kitchen. At this time, it can't be mu sifan's return.

Now she does everything gently and slowly. Even if she is anxious, she can't do anything big.

Just put the glass down.

Look up.

The figure of Mu Yufan appeared at the entrance.

"Are you here? Are you okay?" he was about to change his shoes. He was surprised to see Cheng Yi standing at the bar.

At this time, Cheng Yi's face was pale, his soft black hair was loosely tied behind his head, and he was wearing a straight neck rabbit hair sweater. The gray blue was very gentle, and the white loose high waist nine point pants. The sweater was tied in his pants, which was very casual and very home.

The fluffy clothes made her whole white, and her temperament became particularly weak.

No matter what age a woman is, as long as she wears a sweater, she always gives people a warm feeling. She wants to hold her in her arms and rub her hair.

What makes mu Yufan feel more interesting is that Cheng Yigang has just finished drinking milk with a circle of white milk foam on his mouth.

She hasn't noticed yet.

He has never seen such Cheng Yi.

He almost forgot Cheng Yi's ferocity.

"It's you." Cheng Yi stared at him, raised his eyebrows and smiled into a crescent shape.

You have a key.

It's you

That would be much easier.

You also ask me if I'm good, which means you don't know anything. In fact, I'm not good, very bad, but as long as I can scare you, it's enough.

Mu Yufan lowers his head to change his slippers, takes big bags and small bags, and quickly walks to Cheng Yi.

While laughing, he kept on saying: "Why are you here? I laughed and said, you're missing. I thought something had happened. It's good to see that you're all right. In the current weather, how can you take out milk from the refrigerator and drink it? That's what Laomei does. Don't you girls pay attention to it? Just pour it into the milk pan and heat it up... Come on, I'll..."

He didn't notice that there was a wheelchair in the living room, just behind the sofa.

Went straight into the kitchen.

He didn't notice that Cheng Yi supported the bar with his hands so hard that he could barely stand.

He just nagged like an aunt, and would stretch out his hand to take the milk cup in front of Cheng Yi.

"Our aunt brewed chrysanthemum wine by herself. I'll pour it out later. We'll have a taste together. I haven't tried it yet. When I drove over, it kept blowing fragrance. I... er..."

At the moment he approached Cheng Yi, the fruit knife already prepared was put on his neck.

"Don't shout or move. This is the main artery in the neck. My manual movement won't take you three seconds." Cheng Yi said.