Qin Mu had already promised Mo Feng that he would send someone to pick up Ziyi, but there was no movement so far, Mo Feng no longer had any hope for him, but fortunately, this little thing has been much more honest recently, and he no longer causes trouble for himself every day like before. ○

I don't know what's going on, Ziyi is obsessed with drinking red wine, and he loves to sleep when he drinks it, which saves Mo Feng a lot of heart.

After finishing the acupuncture for Smith, Mo Feng took out the tea leaves he brought from Huaxia and made a pot of tea, and the two sat on the balcony on the second floor and chatted while drinking.

Speaking of this Smith, it is also strange, the M people with red roots do not like burgers and hot dog Coke, but are interested in Chinese braised pork, kung pao chicken and tea, every time Smith comes to Songsha Manor for treatment, Smith will not leave, drink tea first and then eat.

He also has a good impression of Smith Mo Feng, who has a bold and enthusiastic personality, and can chat for a while every time.

During the chat, I learned from Smith that he was still in the special forces of country M when he was young, and he also participated in several overseas wars, and after being discharged from the army, he took the lawyer's qualification certificate, first worked in another law firm, and after mastering certain resources, he opened a law firm with his friends and worked alone, and he did not completely withdraw from the legal profession until the end of last year.

I don't know why, maybe it's out of intuition, Mo Feng always feels that Smith is hiding something from him, but everyone has their own secrets, Smith doesn't say it, Mo Feng naturally can't ask, and vainly probe other people's **, which is a very taboo thing in country M.

At noon, with the help of nurse Jones, Mo Feng, who was busy and sweating, finally made a table of dishes, and as soon as the dishes were served, the purple clothes who were playing Plants vs. Zombies upstairs smelled the fragrance and ran down continuously, but fortunately, Mo Feng first told her that she must not cast her abilities when there are outsiders. Ziyi didn't fly down directly from the third floor.

For the purple clothes that could fly in the sky for a few minutes without coming down, Mo Feng was not only envious but also envious, it would be great if he had this ability.

When Mo Feng just walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice, he saw Ziyi stuffing braised pork piece after piece with chopsticks in his mouth, the corners of his mouth were full of gravy, and he was eating happily.

Smith sat next to him dumbfounded. He couldn't figure out why a child could eat so well.

"Shut up, little bunny, shut up, the guest hasn't eaten yet!" Mo Feng shouted and ran over to the dinner table, but Ziyi didn't listen to Mo Feng's words and put down his chopsticks, and quickly put two pieces in his mouth before stopping, at this time, at least one-third of a large plate of braised pork had entered Ziyi's stomach.

"You bear child, you are the reincarnation of a starving ghost!" looked at the purple clothes that were choked and stretched out of their necks. Mo Feng patted her on the back and scolded angrily.

"Mo, it's okay, isn't there so much, don't you scold her anymore, she's just a child." Smith also liked this little girl who was a little too pretty, and pleaded with Mo Feng out loud.

And Ziyi ignored Mo Feng at all, and after calming down, he picked up the half glass of red wine that Smith had just poured on the table and poured it into his mouth as soon as he tilted his neck.

"Put it down!" Because Mo Feng was standing behind the purple clothes and helping her pat her back. When he found out that Ziyi was trying to take the cup back, it was too late, and he only heard two cooing sounds. Half a glass of red wine was poured into the stomach by the purple clothes, and there was not even a drop left.

This bottle of Lafite has been left for seven or eight years and he is not willing to drink it, but if he is drunk by a little girl like drinking water, the corners of his mouth twitch in distress, and he even regrets bringing this bottle of wine today.

At this time, Mo Feng didn't care what Smith thought, seeing that two rudder reds quickly appeared on the delicate little face of the purple clothes. I'm cǎo! Mo Feng scolded in his heart, and hurriedly put his arm behind Ziyi, Mo Feng's arm had just stretched out, and Ziyi was already leaning back like a stake.

Mo Feng nodded apologetically to Smith, who was stunned, and then went upstairs with purple clothes in his arms. With Mo Feng's previous experience, this half glass of wine will be in the stomach, and he will not wake up until at least seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

Entering the room where Ziyi was full of fluffy toys, Mo Feng gently put Ziyi on the bed, and then pulled the blanket over and gently covered her.

As soon as the body of the purple cloth was next to the bed, the two white and tender calves immediately curled up, and at the same time, the arms were tightly hugged together, and then the body rolled and shrank to the side against the wall, like a frightened deer, and the domineering when he was awake.

Regarding the origin of the purple clothes, Mo Feng also asked Qin Mu, but Qin Mu always flickered, as if there was something unspeakable. Mo Feng had also tried to use his true qi to probe the situation in Ziyi's body, but nothing unusual had happened.

Can fly, has the power to tear gold and split iron, and has the attribute of thunder and lightning...... What kind of little monster is this?

In the past three months in country m, Mo Feng has subconsciously regarded her as his own child, although Ziyi is still messing with Mo Feng sometimes, but he has not caused any big trouble for him, and arguing with Ziyi every day has even become a part of Mo Feng's life, if Ziyi does not speak abnormally for a day, Mo Feng is not used to it.

Looking at the sleeping purple clothes with his brows slightly furrowed, Mo Feng couldn't help but feel a touch of distress in his heart, leaned down and kissed the purple clothes on the forehead, then sighed, and then turned around and gently covered the door and walked downstairs.

After Smith had eaten and drunk enough and left, since today was not a business day, Jones helped Mo Feng clean up, and Mo Feng asked her to leave work early.

After Jones left, the huge Sonsa Manor fell silent again.

After coming to Country M, Mo Feng would talk to Ling Xuexian on the phone almost every day, in addition to talking about lovesickness, talking about Yu Qingshuang.

In the past three months, Yuqingshuang has sold eight million bottles, and now the market is far from saturated, and the influx of orders has almost crowded Ling Xuexian's mailbox, and now the supply has been lined up for two months.

In order to meet the market demand, Ling Yue bought two new production lines, and the six production lines were turned on at full power to produce Yuqingshuang, but even so, the trucks waiting outside the door to load the goods were still lined up. Moreover, foreign daily chemical companies have come to negotiate the purchase of goods.

Eight million bottles, 3,000 yuan per bottle, after removing the 10% taken by the Ling's Group, and then removing some miscellaneous things, there will be at least 200 million yuan of net profit.

Two hundred million, the cost is less than three million, what kind of concept is this? It's simply better than grabbing. The bank came in even faster, and the raw materials of Yu Qingshuang were now only one-fifth, that is to say, these raw materials could bring Mo Feng at least 800 million in income.

I'm rich too! Thinking that he was about to become a rich man, Mo Feng was like in a dream, just last year, his grandfather's last words left before his death to earn enough 100 million yuan with traditional Chinese medicine to find his father were still pressing on his head like an insurmountable mountain, only a year later, he earned 200 million with traditional Chinese medicine, and this number is still refreshing at a very terrifying speed every moment. (To be continued.) )