"Be quiet, hear me." Yan Murong frowned and rubbed his ears. "What? You also bought the road at the door? Do you have to care if I stand and talk? ”

Bastard, this guy is a complete bastard, he doesn't come early or late, but he came at this time, isn't he just here to see his own fun?

Seeing Yan Murong appear, Zheng Wuming knew that the matter at the bar must have been done by him, he was taking revenge, and he also stood up openly to see his own excitement.

"You did it?" Zheng Wuming's eyes were full of anger, staring at Yan Murong and asking.

"What did I do?" Yan Murong looked innocent. "Don't talk nonsense, this is in broad daylight, be careful that I sue you for slander."

"Good, good." Zheng Wuming nodded with a sneer, and didn't say anything to Yan Murong anymore, he directly turned around and got into his car and accelerated away.

"You burned it?" It wasn't until Zheng Wuming's car disappeared into the traffic that Dong Wuyan looked at the scorched black in front of him and asked Yan Murong.

"It's not." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Yesterday those unprofessional thugs did it -- I asked them to make trouble, and they made trouble, who knew that their imagination was so rich, and they even set a fire before leaving."

"He knows you did it." Dong Wuyan said.

"I know, but I also know that he caused me all that trouble." Yan Murong said softly. "Everybody knows it."

"Is this what you call a face-changing?" Dong Wuyan said. "It's interesting, it's interesting, but it's too short a time to be enjoyable."

"Because you're a woman." Yan Murong said with a serious face. "Women enjoy the process, while men enjoy the results – and now I see the results and I'm satisfied."

"And now? After the play is over, where do we go? ”

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going back to prepare."

"Prepare what?" Dong Wuyan asked strangely. "You mean Zheng Wuming will do something to you?"

"That's for sure." Yan Murong touched his chin and said. "I've been fighting with him for half a year, and he's always been at a loss, but this time, I have to admit that his plan is perfect. If it weren't for my luck, even if I didn't die this time, I would have to suffer a lot of losses - his bar was burned, and even if he didn't have any evidence that I found someone to do it, he knew that there would be no one else. In Yanjing, no one dares to do anything with him except me. ”

"Anyway, when his bar was burned, he took it as a provocation from me." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Don't you think he wants to get back on the field? Besides, his plan this time is so perfect, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be a back-up. ”

As soon as Yan Murong's voice fell, the phone in his pocket called, and when he saw that it was Su Qingwu's name, he picked it up, just hummed it lightly, and hung up the phone with a wry smile.

"What? Grandma is looking for you in trouble? Dong Wuyan laughed teasingly on the side.

"It's something, but I don't know what's going on." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "It's like taking gunpowder. You go back first, and I'll take a look. ”――

When Yan Murong pushed open the door of Su Qingwu's office, Su Qingwu was sitting behind her desk and tapping on the computer, without raising her head, as if she hadn't seen Yan Murong. It wasn't until half an hour later, when Yan Murong fell asleep lying on the guest sofa, that Su Qingwu buckled up the computer and coughed lightly.

"Huh? Are you done? Yan Murong stood up, walked to Su Qingwu's side, hugged Su Qingwu's shoulders with a flattering expression, and said. Wife, you are a busy person with hundreds of thousands of people in this minute, I don't know what to explain to me as an idler? ”

"Don't be close to me, who is your wife?" Su Qingwu slapped Yan Murong's hand away and said in a cold voice.

"Uh, what's going on?" Yan Murong looked embarrassed, looked at the sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling window, and thought, is there anything else that the mood has to do with the weather?

"What's wrong? What did you do yourself that you don't know? Su Qingwu asked in a cold voice, her face covered with a layer of frost.

"You know everything?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and thought, it shouldn't be, except for him and Dong Wuyan, only Yang Duo knows about this matter, how did she know?

"Oh? So you're going to admit it? ”

"What am I going to admit?"

"What do you say?" Su Qingwu sneered. "I don't care what you usually do, but don't you think it's too much?"

"Is that excessive?"

"Isn't that excessive? Say, do you admit it or not? ”

"Okay, I'll admit it." Yan Murong sighed depressedly. "I admit that I did go a little too far this time, but they did even better, if I wasn't lucky, I would have suffered a big loss this time - besides, I can't be blamed for this incident, the old man knows about it, and the old man also said it, even if I do it, they will help me bear what happens."

"Yan Murong, you fart." Su Qingwu shouted softly. "Do you dare to talk about grandpa when you do it yourself? I didn't believe my grandfather would know about it. ”

"I can't help it if I don't believe me." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders. "If you don't believe me, you can call home and ask - you first called me over the phone coldly, and then inexplicably got angry with me, just because of such a big fart? Tell me, who told you? ”

"You don't care who told me." Su Qingwu said coldly. "All I know is that you're going too far. Yes, I didn't accept you before, you can do whatever you like. But now? Is it true that all men are virtuous? What you can't get is always the best, and if you get it, you don't know how to cherish it? ”

"Damn, what are you talking about, why can't I understand a word?" Yan Murong was confused in his head, and he couldn't understand what he had to do with men and women and cherishing that he burned Zheng Wuming's bar.

"You're still pretending to be with me?"

"What did I pretend?" Yan Murong was anxious. "Are you here today with your aunt or have you taken gunpowder? Somehow choked me, and made me admit that I was too much—and I also admitted it, what are you talking about cherishing or not cherishing? Please, even if you want to torture me to death in your mind, give me a reason, okay? ”

"Wait—"

After speaking, Yan Murong suddenly understood something, looked at Su Qingwu with wide eyes, and asked. "Are you sure we're talking about the same thing?"

It's okay not to say it, as soon as Yan Murong said this, Su Qingwu was immediately furious.

"Okay, okay, Yan Murong, you're really good." Su Qingwu sneered. "Feelings, you did something else? Okay, let's hear it, and I'll see if what you're saying is the same thing as what I'm talking about. ”

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