Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

"Yes, that thing was arranged by Chen Ziming. At that time, he told me to put the medicine into Mr. Xicheng's cup. He wanted to provoke the relationship between Xicheng and Mutianye, and at the same time let Mu Tianye be ugly and achieve the goal of double-edged!"

“Very good.” The message of “Mr. Lu” quickly came back. “I believe that you are well prepared for the good life of the future, but before that, I ask you to complete the order of Chen Ziming, and then I will give you one. Wonderful performance, I believe you will be very interested. Again, Mr. Sang!"

“Happy cooperation!”

Sang assistant returned to him four words, and thought that he would soon fly abroad to start his own happy life. He was also excited to pull out the inferior songs of his hometown.

Later, he called the small staff under his hand.

"I will inform all the media immediately, and I will say that Mr. Chen will take over Muhammad immediately and ask them to go to the Mu's Building to wait for a press conference. Remember, inform all media, do you know?"

From the information replied by Mr. Lu, he vaguely guessed that the other party seems to be ready to start with Chen Ziming. No matter what the means, Mr. Sang is looking forward to it.

After working for a few years around Chen Ziming, he was not affected by the burden, and he did not make much money. Today he can finally get out of his exaggeration. Sang assistant is also looking forward to Chen Ziming’s next tragic end.

After the phone call, he lifted the trolley case, walked out of the hotel room all the way, stopped a public rental car downstairs, and smiled politely.

"Trouble you, send me to the airport."

After the plane took off two hours later, after a dozen hours, he could bathe in the splendid sunshine of the M country of California. There is no extradition agreement between the two countries. Even if it is an incident, they can't take him.

Thinking of this, Sang assistant can't help but raise his face.

"Life... it’s wonderful!"

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Lanting Apartment.

On the first floor of the dining room, Mu Tianye sat in the main position. He sat in a wheelchair and sat on the right hand side of the meal. Not far behind him stood the respectful old housekeeper. Ning Xiaofei’s seat was still empty. She still didn't wake up upstairs.

Liu Wei smiled and gently placed the lotus seed porridge in front of the VIP who had arrived in the morning. "Mr. Lu, you can taste it!"

The plain white bone china bowl contains crystal clear green lotus leaf porridge, which is also dotted with a number of bright red scorpions. The color is already beautiful and looks good.

In the air, full of lotus leaves, the fragrance is refreshing.

Lu Yi bent down and gently sniffed, "very fragrant, a bit like the porridge taste of our Suzhou servant when I was young, said... I have not eaten such porridge for many years."

Liu Yan smiled. "You like it. If you come often, I will do it for you."

After that, she returned to the living room with great interest, so as not to accidentally hear the conversation between the two - the servant should understand that what should be known and when should not know.

Lu Ligang picked up the porridge bowl, and Mu Tianye slammed the phone on the table.

The porridge in the hands of the land did not sway, but he gave him a look. "Why, how much is your temper to eat your breakfast?"

"Sure enough, as I expected!" Mu Tianye raised his hand and pushed the phone in the direction of the land.

Put down the porridge bowl, take the phone, and take a look at the contents.