Mo Yeming was knocked down by Fu Chengmiao, and when he saw him covering his arm and retreating, Fu Chengmiao strode forward, pulled Mu Jinyao's hand, and dragged the person over.

It seems that the long-lost treasure has finally returned home, and Mu Jinyao is still trembling slightly because of panic:

"Cheng Miao, what the hell is going on? Why do you ......" She grabbed Fu Cheng Miao's hand, tears hanging on her face, and she didn't know at all.

Fu Chengmiao hugged her head distressedly, and a reassurance fell on her forehead: "I'm going home soon, I'll take my Xiao Yao home right away." ”

After speaking, he handed over Mu Jinyao to Weng Shen and walked in front of Mo Yeming, who was now covered with sweat because of his injury, but the immortal resentment in his eyes was still burning wildly.

"Fu Chengmiao, you... You... Ahh

Fu Chengmiao stepped directly on his injured hand, as if he was stepping on a small ant, listening to his painful wail, the comfort in his heart only increased.

"Mo Yeming, is that the name?" he really heard it for the first time, but since the other party wanted to be remembered by himself in such a way, he might as well make a little more impressive.

Mo Yeming closed his eyes tightly, and his arm seemed to be twisted off by life:

"Hurry up if you want to do it, give me a good time!"

"If it falls into my Fu Chengmiao's hands, there is nothing that can be happy," Fu Chengmiao's feet were heavy, crushing him wantonly.

Mo Yeming looked up to the sky in pain and roared: "Ah, Fu Chengmiao, you!"

"Last time, you designed Xiao Yao once while I wasn't paying attention, if I'm not mistaken, she came back with an injury to her right foot. ”

The man on the ground was so painful that he couldn't speak, and it became difficult to even open his eyes to see Fu Chengmiao.

Fu Chengmiao squatted in front of Mo Yeming and grabbed his hair, so he could only look at Fu Chengmiao with his face raised:

"For the sake of fairness, I will take the loss of your leg as a compensation for my Xiao Yao. ”

"You dare!"

"There's nothing I don't dare. Standing up again, Fu Chengmiao still had some scruples, he didn't plan to do it himself, so as not to frighten Mu Jinyao, so he ordered: "Weng Shen, this matter is handed over to you, do it well, but don't accidentally deviate." ”

Weng Shen: "Yes!"

Fu Chengmiao left with Mu Jinyao.

When they just walked downstairs to get into the car, there was a wail from the dilapidated rental house, Mu Jinyao understood what it meant, but it was also the first time that she didn't want to sympathize with the other party.

After that, Weng Shen forced Mo Yeming to admit that he had done something about the workers this time, and now Yidu International has an investigation by relevant departments to testify, so those scoldings quickly dispersed.

This time it was a slap in the face of those who were waiting to see Yidu's jokes, but Mu Jinyao still didn't sleep well for three days after the problem was solved.

It was already the third sleepless night, Mu Jinyao was standing on the balcony in a nightdress blowing the wind, she was stunned that she didn't feel sleepy, Fu Chengmiao came in with a soothing soup and put it on the table behind her.

"The soup is ready, let's drink it. ”

Mu Jinyao glanced at the things that he had drunk for three consecutive days, and shook his head with a sigh:

"I'm going to throw up. ”

"But it's not a way for you to sleep like this, Xiao Yao, what's wrong with you?"

What's wrong......

Mu Jinyao herself didn't know, to be honest, as soon as she closed her eyes now, she was the picture of Fu Chengmiao dealing with Mo Yeming that day, which was very relieved and refreshing.

But just thinking about it, my heart seems to be blocked with a boulder.

She took Fu Chengmiao's hand and said hesitantly, "Is Mo Yeming's leg okay now......

The news I just received was as Fu Chengmiao expected.

"I decided to put a prosthetic leg on my right leg, and I am afraid that I will have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. ”

There is nothing to sigh about, after all, the wicked have their own evil retribution, but Fu Chengmiao still saw Mu Jinyao lower his head.

He really felt that Mu Jinyao was strange, reached out and stroked her soft cheek, and then asked:

"Are you worried that Mo Yeming will retaliate against us?"

"He is a ruthless man, even if he only has a few faces, he can see it, Cheng Miao," Mu Jinyao's eyes were full of moonlight tenderness, but worry was flashing like stars: "I will also be afraid." ”

If it was the target herself, she wouldn't, and now that Fu Chengmiao had been implicated, it was difficult for Mu Jinyao to convince herself to be calm.

Fu Chengmiao was most afraid that she would be unhappy.

He stretched out his hand and took her in his arms, and his hand caressed her face like a warm wind:

"Don't be afraid, as long as you are afraid, I will be afraid. ”

What he was afraid of was, what scared her.

Before/Eve of the Auction –

Fu Chengmiao was chatting with the model aircraft artist who provided the A333 model this time, probably because Mu Jinyao liked it, and he was relatively indifferent to these things before, and he listened very seriously today.

Also concentrating was Mu Jinyao, her eyes were full of blazing light when she sat next to Fu Chengmiao, and there was no moment of distraction at all.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Fu to be so interested in this lot, so I wish you two in advance that your wishes will come true. "The model airplane is a senior senior in the aviation field, and the wisp of beard on her mouth speaks volumes about his qualifications.

Mu Jinyao has already begun to look forward to tomorrow's model aircraft, and she also expressed her gratitude to the old-timers for their blessings:

"I've been looking forward to it for so long, and I'm excited to see this model. ”

Fu Chengmiao stood aside and didn't speak, but he also laughed, and no one noticed that he and Mu Jinyao were holding hands tightly under the table at this time.

At this moment, the model aircraft engineer said something more:

"It's also luck, I think I was rejected once when I submitted the A333 to go up, and I didn't think that there was a problem with one of the lots, so I was asked to pick up a gap. ”

"You're saying it's not in the first batch?"

Mu Jinyao saw Fu Chengmiao asking and understood the reason for the question, Mo Yeming's incident a few days ago made them all unhappy, and suddenly when they thought about it, they really remembered that they were thrown a note in front of Yidu.

Does this have any relevance to the lots......

I just listened to the old-timer brushing a handful of long beards, and I didn't feel anything wrong, so I just answered the question:

"It wasn't in the first batch of lots, and I wondered at the time, but suddenly I was just happy when I got the news. ”

Fu Chengmiao and Mu Jinyao glanced at each other, and they were both silent.

Seeing this, the senior asked, "Is there something wrong with this?"

"It's nothing," Mu Jinyao hurriedly rounded the field for fear of seeing through his thoughts, and picked up the wine glass in front of him: "Senior, I respect you." ”

When he went back that night, Fu Chengmiao asked Weng Shen to get a treasure.

Before going to bed, he took his things to the room, and Mu Jinyao disliked him at first when he saw him holding a tasteless vest in his hand.

"What the hell, Fu Chengmiao, your vision is getting worse and worse. ”