Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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"How do you say this? Yang Dejie's foundation is quite solid. In A city for so many years, no one has been able to shake him." Liang Sen asked puzzled.

Murong Yun laughed without answering.

Just now, he received a call asking him to quickly set aside all the interests between himself and Yang Dejie.

This call is sufficient proof that Yang Dejie may not have escaped this time.

"Mr. Murong, what should we do to the young girl who hurt our cousin?" Liang Sen knew that there should be some things to know and some things that should not be known, so he changed the subject.

"Don't move for now." Murong Yunqing's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Liang Sen, I warn you, before you have any order from you, you'd better not act rashly because Lin Dongnan is under your brother's hands, otherwise, Tongkou Dispose! "

"Mr. Murong--"

Liang Sen was said to be central, and said a little unwillingly, "No matter what, Lin Dongnan is our middle brother. He was injured in public in the Pearl Tower. If he doesn't get back some justice, I'm afraid it won't be convincing!"

"Liang Sen--"

Murong Yunqing's tone suddenly became slow and lingering, and the corners of his lips appeared faintly smiling. "Do you think I should teach you how to do things?"

Seeing his tone and expression, Liang Sen had a sudden chill on his back, his face horrified, and quickly nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, I took the liberty of suddenness, and never dare again."

"Leave the little finger of your left hand, right?" Murong Yun breathed a light breath, "This punishment is really light."

Liang Sen was sweating, biting his teeth, feeling the self-defense small dagger from his body, closing his eyes, exerting all his strength, the little finger of his left hand fell to the ground, causing pain in his heart.

However, he did not dare to show pain, but ran out of blood, looking at Murong Yunqing pale.

"Bring your fingers and leave!" Murong Yunqing's face still looked gentle and light, but the light behind the lens was so cold that it felt frosty.

"Thank you Mr. Murong."

Liang Sen hurriedly picked up the broken finger, closed the door and left—

Murong Yunqing put her cigarette holder on the ashtray, picked up her cell phone, and called Song Xuan.

"Oh, Mr. Song, how are you!" His voice returned to the smooth tone of the original businessman, completely without the indifference and indifference just now.

"Boss Murong, hello!" Song Xuan's voice was mild and low-alcoholic, just like the can of plum wine just opened in the early spring.

"Ha ha--"

Murong Yunqing laughed a few times, "I have a new batch of jade articles, I want you to help me applaud, I wonder if Mr. Song is free?"

"Boss Murong called, even if it's not free, it will become free." Although Song Xuan looks bookish, he is also a businessman after all, and he is particularly smooth and thoughtful in his work.

"Haha, Mr. Song is so energetic, I don't know if you will bring your cute and smart female disciple with me? For our long-time friend, there is one thing I can do for you. My man tonight A few trucks of wool were shipped back from Myanmar, and you have always been interested in gambling stones. I can let you grab something fresh, "Murong Yun said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Murong for your care. Tonight, Song must be on time. As to whether Zimei is free, you have to ask her." Song Xuanzheng was thinking of seeing Yang Zimei, but he was unknown. Now, Murong Yunqing took this opportunity Gongshou gave it to him, so he could call her and said he would take her to know jade and gambling stones.

The thought of her big eyes was like a feather flicking softly on her heart, soft and soft.

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