As soon as she heard Mu Yang's voice, An Qing tensed her nerves, afraid that she would make a sound, and covered her mouth tightly.

Wen Xia understood Muyang in the end, and when he heard his tone, he knew that he was not so afraid, but seemed to be acting.

When he is really scared, he doesn't say much, he will pretend not to be afraid, and he looks very calm.

Wen Xia was worried that An Qing would make a sound, so she muted it first, so that Muyang couldn't hear her voice.

The fat man was very satisfied with Muyang's reaction, he had never met such a worry-free one.

Look at the injured driver, sleeping on the sofa, his face pale, and the fat man feels more leisurely.

There was no sound from the phone, and the fat man didn't intend to speak, so he hung up directly, and then pulled out the phone card.

Muyang: "...... Can there still be some trust between people? ”

Fat man: "I just connected, and she heard everything you said." ”

Muyang: "......"

Finished! Sister must be worried!

"How much do you really want? Can you give a good word? Mu Yang suppressed the worries in his heart and continued to act, "You tied me up, you always know who I am, right?" I am Muyang, the son of Mu Guanghua, chairman of Mushi Group! My dad is very rich, you name it, and I'll ask my dad to send it right away. ”

The fat man was unmoved, and touched his stomach, "Brother, I'm hungry, let's get something to eat." ”

"What's the hurry, wait." The man driving the car was playing a game without raising his head, as if he wasn't kidnapping.

Mu Yang saw that these two people often did such things, and asked tentatively: "I don't know which character I offended, and I sent you to guard me." ”

The fat man glared at Muyang, "No one sent it, look at your car." ”

"My car was given to you, can you let us go back?" Mu Yang looked timid and afraid of death, clasped his hands together, bowed and begged, "You see my driver has a concussion, I have to take him to the hospital!" ”

"You can't die, what are you yelling about."

Muyang stopped talking, he was acting all the way, and he was tired.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Muyang was about to go crazy after being bitten by mosquitoes, "Two big brothers, can you go buy a plate of mosquito coils and light it?" I'm itching to death. ”

The fat man gnawed on the pig's trotters, as if he hadn't heard Muyang speak.

Brother Yang opened his eyes, sat up from the sofa, leaned on the window and looked out, "There is wormwood, I'll pull one for you." ”

As he spoke, he opened the window.

The fat man got up, strode towards Brother Yang, unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, and jerked it twice towards Brother Yang, "Looking for death, right?" Thinking that the window has no burglar-proof window, he ran out? ”

Brother Yang wailed in pain, rolling on the ground, and Muyang was worried when he saw it.

Is this brother confident, or is he unresponsive!?

"I really just want to grab a handful of wormwood leaves...... "Brother Yang explained bitterly, "I was wrong, I don't move, you can help get some wormwood leaves, I grew up in the countryside, and I know that wormwood repells mosquitoes and relieves itching." Mr. Mu is pampered and can't stand this crime. ”

The fat man kicked Brother Yang, opened the window with a scolding, and directly broke off a half-human-high wormwood and threw it to Muyang.

Mu Yang bounced and hid to the side, covering his nose full of disgust: "It smells so bad!" ”

"Don't do so much!" The fat man was full of impatience.

Muyang was bitten by more than ten bags all over his body, and chose to endure the unpleasant smell under the unbearable smell and itching.

After wiping the bitten bag with wormwood leaves, Muyang looked at the big fish and meat on the table, and swallowed his saliva, "Two big brothers, I'm hungry too, can you give me some food?" ”