President Daddy is super strong

Auntie shook her head. "If you don't say such things, we won't ask."

Mu Qiqi's expression immediately looks like frost hit eggplant, wilting.

Lost his soul, he turned around and asked, "what about young master?"

"Young master is still sleeping upstairs."

"Oh, yes, I see!"

With a casual response, she walked slowly upstairs.

Somehow, my heart suddenly felt empty, as if something was missing.

The little guy is still sleeping. She is not easy to disturb. She goes around and goes back to her room.

Drawing illustration, no inspiration, sitting down, upset.

At last, it turned into lying in bed.

I even picked up my cell phone several times to see if someone had made a call or sent a message.

How many times have you looked back and forth? The mobile phone is quiet as if it is in arrears.

She immediately got up and dialed the number to check the phone charges. In case her mobile phone was shut down, Mo yanjue would be in a hurry.

But she seems to have forgotten that this mobile phone is a new one that Mo yanjue has replaced for her, and even the mobile card is re processed. How can it possibly owe money?

Stupidly, I dialed the number of check fee, and I was stunned to hear the balance of the call fee broadcast in the receiver.

Ten thousand?

How long is it for her?

In addition to surprise, the lost mood crawls in my heart again.

Since her mobile phone is not in arrears, and Mo yanjue doesn't even call her, is there something difficult and busy.

Lying down lost again, this time full of worry.

An hour later, she jumped over and sat down in bed.

Can't be so decadent, or how can he deserve it?

Originally, the gap between them was not one and a half stars. If she didn't work hard, she would only drag him down, as grandma Mo said.

She took a deep breath and sat in front of the computer. The children's reading magazine she worked with the other day contacted her to ask for some vivid illustrations. She didn't have time to push them out those days. Now she wanted to ask if she needed to see them.

When I called him, he was very surprised: "seven, I'm still trying to call you."

The other side is a foreigner with poor Chinese. He is the person in charge of the magazine that Mu Qiqi knew when he was studying abroad. They have always been on the phone and email, but they haven't met each other in real life.

The signature of Muqiqi's foreign paintings has always been a "seven", so the other side will call her "seven".

"Jerry, I want to ask you if you need the illustration you said last time?" I feel a little embarrassed when I bathe my lips.

"Of course, and I have good news for you." The man called Jerry was very excited.

"What's the good news?" Mu qicu eyebrows, it seems that I can't think of any good news that can touch her.

"I've come to Yuncheng and set up my own magazine. Would you like to work together?"

"Have you come to Cloud City?" Now, Mu Qiqi is quite surprised. Why does he come to Yuncheng as a foreigner?

"Yes, my magazine has been set up. Do you have time to come and have a look?" She was warmly invited.

Although I haven't seen each other before, I have become a very familiar friend through the telephone contact over the years. So when Jerry put forward the idea of letting her visit the magazine, Mu Qiqi readily agreed.

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looking at Muqiqi driving away, Wang Bo, the housekeeper, dials moyanjue's phone: "young master, Miss Mu has gone out to meet her friends..."