Chapter 270: My Dog Won't Eat Your Face

Tang Wan didn't want to accept it, but after glancing at Mu Xin, she still reached out and took it, and then turned around and entered the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Even if she doesn't care about these things, her heart is needed.

Mu Guozhong just got the divorce certificate, and he didn't even stand up, so he got the marriage certificate with Lu Qing, and the speed was so fast that even the staff smacked their tongues.

Lu Qing took the red notebook and proudly raised it in front of Tang Wan, "Ms. Tang, I am Mrs. Mu now." ”

Tang Wan opened her mouth, and then said coldly: "Congratulations, I hope you won't have the fate of the previous Mrs. Mu." ”

Over, she turned her head to look at Mu Guozhong, her tone was flat and official, "Since it's out, let's do everything that needs to be done, divide the property and move the household registration." ”

Mu Guozhong nodded in response, "Yes." ”

For a whole time, Mu Xin accompanied Tang Wan to apply for a divorce certificate, transfer of property, go to the company for a meeting, and transfer equity, and Tang Wan became the new chairman of Mu Group.

At Tang Wan's strong request, she didn't accompany her to work overtime, gave Xiang Xiu a cold sound, dragged her tired body, returned to school, and bought a few packs of top-grade instant noodles by the way when she passed by.

As soon as she parked the car, she heard the golden retriever's scream, coming from the second floor on Xiang Xiuyan's side, the voice became more and more urgent, and she could see that in the crack of the railing, the golden retriever squeezed his head out, and shouted happily at the car.

She got out of the car and waved to the Golden Retriever, "Good evening, Golden Retriever." ”

The golden retriever screamed even more happily, and hurriedly squeezed out his furry head a little more, and he wanted to jump down.

Xiang Xiuyan came out, wearing home clothes, handsomely lying on the railing, looking at Mu Xin, and pulling the corners of his mouth, "The dog has become a sperm, so you can know that you are back." ”

He looked down at the Golden Retriever biting his slippers and pulling them in, as if telling him to take them down.

Mu Xin lifted the shopping bag, "I invite you to eat top-notch instant noodles." ”

"Okay!"

As soon as he saw the instant noodles, Xiang Xiuyan's eyes suddenly lit up, he squatted down and picked up the golden retriever, and wanted to go over the balcony, but as soon as his hand touched, he thought of the balcony when he turned over, and immediately felt a chill in his back, and then walked downstairs to his room in a regular manner.

Xiang Xiuyan took the golden retriever into the room, and the golden retriever immediately struggled away from his hand, jumped down, and spread his limbs, ran to his heart, rubbed her affectionately with his hairy head, and lay down in various ways, and scratched his belly.

Xiang Xiuyan looked at this scene, very sour, "Dog, it's Lao Tzu who really serves you." ”

When he came back, the dog was also guarding the balcony on the second floor, barking happily, but when he found out that it was him, he immediately turned around and only showed him the wagging tail, that look, don't be so disgusted.

Mu Xin teased the golden retriever and walked towards the kitchen, "My dog doesn't eat your face." ”

Xiang Xiuyan tugged at the corners of his mouth, "What kind of master there is, what kind of dog there is"

Especially when the second brother has a sister-in-law, he looks at him with a very disgusting look!

Tell him to walk the dog, and dislike him, not afraid of his stewed dog meat for revenge?

Mu Xin glanced back at him, "Did you just have pocket money, and it swelled?" ”

Xiang Xiuyan sneered, "No, no, no, I'm boasting." ”

He watched the dog and Mu Xin enter the kitchen, that fart look, it was really a dog's leg, and the dog was cute, so he couldn't help but follow behind him, and then leaned against the door, watching Mu Xin busy.

"Sister-in-law, have you read Weibo?"

The oil boiled, and Mu Xin beat the eggs, "What Weibo?" ”

If your busy feet don't touch the ground, how can you have time to brush the blog.