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Chapter 77: Qiye, I was wrong

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    This kind of destruction is very rough, even if the phone is repaired, it will not be retrieved.

    This is the contact information between Mu Anan and Zhong Ting.

    After learning that Zong Zhengyu had found France, Mu Anan asked someone to send a message to Zhong Ting to hide.

    At that time, a sum of cash was sent over.

    Without accidents, it can be squandered for half a year.

    Mu Anan silently tapped on the phone screen, after thinking for a while, finally got up and walked towards the bed.

    When bending down, he took out a mobile phone from under the bed and dialed a number.

    Once the phone call was made, Mu Anan simply said two words: "Send money."

    After explaining, I hung up the phone directly, and disassembled and destroyed the phone.

    Regardless of whether Zhong Ting wants the money because she intends to blackmail her or if there is an accident, Mu An'an will give it.

    Money, she has plenty.

    Now Mu An'an has a clear purpose, to keep Zhong Ting from being discovered by Qi Ye.

    As long as Zhong Ting can do it, she will be satisfied with how much money she wants.

    'Knock knock knock'

    The knock on the door brought Mu Anan back to his thoughts.

    The door opened, and two servants brought fruits and meals.

    "Miss An An, you just came back from working all night, please have some snacks before going to bed." The servant reported respectfully.

    Mu Anan took a look, "Master Qi explained?"

    The two servants looked at each other, hesitated.

    Mu Anan waved his hand, "Okay, you guys go down."

    "Yes, Miss An An."

    Following the servant's retreat, Mu Anan walked towards the table, grabbed a fresh strawberry and threw it into his mouth.

    Sweet is really sweet.

    Especially thinking that the source of Qiye's anger was because she hung up on him for other boys and agreed to go to hot pot with Curly.

    In Mu An'an's heart, he couldn't stop being happy.

    Over the years, she has fallen in love with Qi Ye's love, and she is acting ugly at school, so there is no opposite sex around her.

    She is also not interested in playing with the opposite sex.

    Every day after class, I want to go home and be with Master Qi.

    Unexpectedly, a curly hair suddenly sprang out from her side, and a vat of vinegar was rolled out.

    Mu Anan bowed his head and snickered.

    I took another strawberry and threw it into my mouth.

    Afterwards, Mu Anan brought out the fruit plate and left the room.

    Just as he was about to walk towards the study, he saw a servant coming with coffee.

    Mu Anan put the fruit plate on the servant's plate, took the plate, "Go down, I'll send it to Lord Qi."

    "Yes, Miss An An."

    The servant responded respectfully.

    Just about to leave the stage, Mu Anan suddenly thought of something, and called people to stop, "Wait a minute, there is one more thing."

    The servant was dumbfounded

    Ten minutes later, Zongzheng Yu's study room.

    He was lowering his head to process the documents, with a stern expression and a strong aura, as if four large characters had been pasted on the desk: Strangers do not enter.

    In front of the large-screen computer, there are four video dialog boxes.

    All are senior executives of domestic and foreign companies.

    This is a video conference.

    And everyone in the meeting was in a state of fear.

    Those high-level executives stared nervously at the camera, looking at the tyrant sitting on the desk, exuding a violent aura.

    No one dared to speak.

    Especially when Zong Zhengyu looked down at the document, his thin lips became tighter and tighter, making the high-level executives in the video feel as if their hearts were being strangled, and their livers exploded with tension.

    "I raised a bunch of waste?"

    The man who had lowered his head suddenly raised his eyes and stared at everyone in the video.

    Even though it was just through the screen, the people at the scene subconsciously wanted to kneel down and apologize with death after seeing this pair of eyes!

    "Rosen."

    Zongzheng Yu shouted in a cold voice, threw the document to him, and cut off the video at the same time.

    Lawson responded immediately, "I'm sorry, Seventh Master, I'll deal with it again immediately."

    Rosen quickly collected the documents and exited respectfully.

    As soon as I opened the door, I saw a servant carrying coffee and fruit and was about to knock on the door.

    Seeing Rosen, he quickly stood aside and lowered his head.

    Rosen didn't pay attention either, and left with the documents.

    The servant stepped in with his head down, carrying coffee and fruit, and then placed them in front of Master Qi.???Qi Ye, please use it slowly.  "

    Zong Zhengyu didn't look straight at it.

    Grabbed the cigarette and lighter on the table, put the cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head and lit it.

    The smell of nicotine rushed in from his nose immediately, which also eased Zongzheng Yu's irritable mood a lot.

    He leaned his right elbow on the table, rubbed the center of his brow with his index finger, casually biting a cigarette, lowered his eyes, and remained silent.

    The servant who originally put the plate on the table quietly walked around the desk, stood behind Zong Zhengyu, and slowly stretched out his hands.

    As a result, before his hand touched Zong Zhengyu's forehead, the man with downcast eyes suddenly turned cold, and suddenly reached out to grab the wrist of the person behind him.

    With a strong pull, he pressed the person onto the desk, and with a crisp sound, the cold muzzle of the black hole was already aimed at the temple of the person who was pressed onto the desk.

    "Qi, Lord Qi, it's me!"

    The person on the table suddenly shouted.

    While struggling, the hat on his head fell off, and his black hair fell down, which also allowed Zong Zhengyu to see clearly the face of the person being pressed on the table.

    Immediately, he frowned, closed the muzzle of the gun and threw it aside, and disassembled the gun coldly and skillfully.

    At the same time, his eyes swept towards Mu An'an who was still half lying on the table.

    Wearing the clothes of Mizono Maid.

    If she hadn't spoken out so fast, the shot just now would have passed through Mu An'an's forehead.

    Thinking about how brave this kid is now, Zongzheng Yu's eyes became a little colder.

    "What are you doing?"

    Mu Anan struggled to get up from the table, and shouted aggrievedly, "Aren't you angry with me? I want to come in directly. You must have driven me away, so I asked the maid to change my clothes."

    "Don't be miserable." Qi Ye warned.

    "I didn't sell miserably." Mu An'an protested, crying out, "You suddenly got angry with me and ignored me. I was flustered. I went back to face the wall and thought about my mistakes and life. I felt that I had really done something wrong. I wanted to come and talk to you.  You admit your mistake."

    "But I know I'm going to come directly, and you'll kill me with a single shot before I speak."

    Zongzhengyu refused to sell it badly, so Mu Anan sold it even worse, and looked at Zongzhengyu's gun sadly.

    Although the black gun has been disassembled cleanly, Qi Ye's slender hand caressed the parts, and there was still an indescribable sense of darkness and danger.

    However, Zong Zhengyu, who had a dark face, began to soften his expression.

    "Acknowledge your mistake?" Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows, turned sideways, leaned against the desk, and snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

    Mu An'an nodded seriously, "Yes, this time I made a serious mistake, which made Master Qi angry."

    After finishing speaking, Mu Anan bowed.

    Zongzheng Yu looked at him coldly, "What's wrong?"

    "I shouldn't have hung up on Master Qi!" Mu Anan conveyed very seriously.

    Zong Zhengyu listened, playing with the parts of the black gun in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

    And Mu Anan continued to admit his mistake, "I should have Curly pick it up for me!"

    'Snapped!  '

    The pistol parts that Zong Zhengyu was playing with were broken in an instant.

    Turning her head sideways, she stared at Mu An'an sharply!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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