He is a filial son, his mother is not in good health, and he has always wanted to find a place for his mother to take care of his body, and when he went to Yan Mu's villa before, he was very tempted!

It's just that Junmu Villa is not a living environment open to the outside world, how can he let his mother live in someone else's house?

But this hall is different!

Business Club!

You don't have to spend a lot of money to live in, you can live as long as you want!

Mr. Zhou was pondering, and Mr. Fu, a venture capital who was walking beside him, opened his mouth first: "Manager Mi, I want to book two rooms for our company here, the kind that stays for a long time——"

His company business decided that he would often travel between S City and Kyoto.

Later, in Kyoto, he didn't live in those star-rated hotels, and came directly to Xiao Yan's club!

He is a human spirit, this greenhouse is not just flowers and trees grow well, take a breath, the kind of comfort from the inside out, I can't describe it!

"Me too!"

was caught off guard by Mr. Fu, and Mr. Zhou hurriedly followed, "Manager Mi, I'm tired of arranging it!" ”

Mi Yun's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly smiled and responded one by one.

Seeing this, Song Hanshan and the others immediately followed, and they were all in a hurry to let Mi Yun write it down.

For a time, the entire greenhouse garden turned out to be a business trading platform!

Everyone didn't care about the view, and the sound of scrambling for a room in the garden, Liu Xuan listened to it in his ears, and gritted his teeth with hatred.

He wanted to rush over and stomp the damn plants into a mess!

Why?

Why is this happening?!

Those small media who were ready to find fault were also dumbfounded, why it was not at all different from the news they got.

What about the withering of the good ones?!

How else is this filmed?

Do you want to shoot it and advertise it for this hall?!

People from several small media exchanged a look, there were instructions from above, someone was pressing, they had to buckle a dirty hat to this hall!

There are no conditions, and it is necessary to slander to create conditions!

One of the pock-faced people, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, quietly took out a dead mouse from his backpack and quickly threw it behind a palm tree.

After doing this, he quickly glanced at it, and found that no one had noticed, so he hurriedly walked a few steps to the side quietly, and then exchanged a look with another person.

The man understood, pretended to walk to the palm tree casually, and said loudly, "Ah, what a dead old man here—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he immediately paused.

Behind the palm trees, on the clean ground, there are only a few silk grasses that are soft and tender, and they look very fresh and pleasant.

What about the dead rats that were said to be good?!

"What? What are you shouting? ”

The guests who were walking on the side were startled by this person's sudden voice, and they all turned around and asked suspiciously.

"I-"

The man was furious in his heart, and after glancing at his companion in confusion, he laughed dryly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just ...... I was stunned by the beautiful scenery here, and shouted out inadvertently, laughing and laughing! ”

"I hear you shouting dead rats?" One of the guests had a good ear, and from the words he didn't finish, he deduced that it should be a dead mouse.

"What a dead rat,"

Several other guests were displeased, "How can someone shout this, did you hear it wrong?" ”

"Probably ......"

The guests frowned and swept over the people from the small media, and their eyes were a little more vigilant and dissatisfied.

The security guards of the guild hall also stared at these people silently.

Seeing that the situation was not good and there was no possibility of making a small move, these small media suddenly felt a thorn in their backs under the aura of these heavyweights, and they withdrew from the hall first.

As soon as they left the hall, they started infighting.

While swearing that he had released the dead rats, he insisted that they didn't really do anything and made fun of them.

That's in front of everyone, not to mention dead rats, not even a single mouse hair is seen!

"Ah, what's in your pocket?"

At this moment, a person noticed that the pock-faced man's jacket pocket was bulging, and a layer of dark red blood seeped out of the outer fabric.

(End of chapter)