Qiao's canteen aunt, in terms of craftsmanship, definitely surpasses most of the five-star hotel chefs in the capital.

Just a very simple Sichuan shellfish porridge was cooked fragrant and glutinous, and it was not enough for Mu Qingyun and Lou Fang to compete for two large pots.

Fortunately, there are big meat buns, and twenty of them are killed in one go, Mu Qingyun is like a hungry otter, lying in the sun and turning his belly and starting to bask in the sun.

The distracting thoughts that were still spinning around in her mind just now were all temporarily pressed to some unknown corner, and when she could remember it again, it depended on when her lost procrastination would be temporarily cured.

Mr. Qiao: "......"

He couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and began to flip through documents, sign, and handle official business.

Mu Qingyun hummed and chirped a few times, slowly got up and looked at Mr. Qiao, and then at Loufang.

"I see that the group of players screened out before this game, most of them have desires, and they have desires, and their desires are realized after the game, hmm, so am I a special case, or do I also have desires? What about Mr. Qiao and Teacher Xiaofang?"

Mr. Qiao raised his eyebrows: "A person who has no desires can still be called a person?"

Their desires are so big that the world may not be able to bear them.

Mu Qingyun thought for a moment, "Yes."

She yawned, grabbed the blanket and covered it for a nap, and took care of her spirits.

From the moment she entered the game, her dreams were connected from fragments to a whole piece, and Mu Qingyun carefully examined everything in the era of the Great Tribulation, and an idea began to take root in her heart.

She plans to fulfill her wish in her so-called past life, send all the 'immortals' away, and let them go where they should go, and stop messing around in the Azure Continent.

In the dream, in her previous life, she had organized countless outstanding talents, completed the construction of her communicator step by step, the core power plant was only short of energy, and the loyal management team of the Mu family has adhered to her mission for thousands of years, whether it was in prosperous or troubled times, whether the family was prosperous or in decline, she adhered to her mission, meticulously completed every task she had assigned in her previous life, and protected the communicator and other 'artifacts' she left behind.

Keep the family running, welcome generations of family heads, and wait for all kinds of sudden tasks anytime, anywhere.

"Tsk, there should be an end, I think, it should end with me."

It's certainly a bit risky.

But in the current situation, if you don't want to take risks, what awaits the Azure Continent is about eighty or ninety percent of the living beings who die, and the rest may not be able to live.

The empire aside, the big force in the universe called the 'Alliance' has formulated a very strict protection system for the newly born civilizations in the universe, and once the Alliance knows what the 'immortals' have done, I'm afraid their sentences will be extended for many years.

Obviously, in the eyes of these 'immortals' in the Azure Continent, there is not much difference between the natives and cats, dogs, dogs, and rabbits, even if it is just in case, it is impossible to keep them.

After all, these are criminals from the universe, and they are not good people at all.

If you expect a group of immortals to be trapped in the illusion of drunkenness and can't break free, they wait silently, and the final result will be that the heavens and the earth will be overturned, and the good Azure Continent will return to the wilderness.

Do people hesitate to kill a few ants? No, it won't.

How long will it take for the ants to outperform in a head-to-head duel? At least not yet. Mu Qingyun looked at Qiao Tian, then at Lou Fang, and then thought about her mother, as well as those teachers, classmates, friends, colleagues, and even thought of her father Mu Siping, who she didn't like very much, so she decided to be the master herself.

The decision didn't seem sudden, she seemed to have been thinking about it for hundreds of years.

The three of them were lazily snuggling up in the office to enjoy the sun, when there was a soft knock at the door.

"Enter."

The black suit is stepping on thin and long high heels, with a delicate figure and an imposing momentum of two meters eight.

Mu Qingyun almost dreamed of taking this capable and handsome sister in a suit into her own bowl, but Qiao was always amazingly charming, and she could only borrow it now.

"Mr. Qiao, Mr. Mu, Mr. Xiaolou."

The black suit had a decent smile on his face, "Mr. Qiao needs to attend the Mainland Intelligence Summit Conference at three o'clock this afternoon, Mr. Xiaolou, your editor just called, please don't forget that there is your signing meeting at Yiren Square at half past six tonight, please be sure to attend in formal attire, dear Mr. Mu, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, the candidates for the heir of the Mu family will hold an equestrian competition at the Molan Racecourse, I will prepare equipment for you in advance, please rest assured."

"Because of the conflict between the equestrian competition and Mrs. Yang's birthday, I arranged VIP tickets for Mrs. Yang's Molan Racecourse, and then held a birthday dinner at Qiao's restaurant after watching the competition, the gifts were prepared for you in advance, this is the list, if you have other needs, please inform me before leaving work tonight."

Mu Qingyun blinked, ah, tomorrow is her mother's birthday, and she, an unfilial daughter, forgot about it.

Covering his face, Mu Qingyun obediently agreed.

Recently, I've been living my daily life honestly.,Anyway, the game can't be done for a while.,There's no important work lately.。

The film and television company has opened a few projects, but "Flying Race" has come to an end, and the death of the props supplier before has no impact on it. In fact, the company's biggest recent project is a tribute film, and countless people value it a hundred times more than her, but there is not much box office pressure, and she basically doesn't have to worry about it.

After the black suit explained, he took out the documents approved by Mr. Qiao.

Mu Qingyun looked at her back and sighed, "It's another day of daily salivation."

The beautiful long-legged secretary sister not only has to take care of the trivial things around Mr. Qiao, but also takes care of his important friends, takes care of everyone thoughtfully, and handles everything in an orderly manner, she is really smart, capable and loyal, which makes people like it.

Mr. Qiao lowered his head and checked the balance on Mu Qingyun's card, and gave her another two million pocket money.

"Hurry up and go shopping."

Mu Qingyun pondered about her mother's birthday, as if she should buy some eye-catching gifts for her old man, so that she could show her face in the village.

Over the years, her mother has always had a lot of face in the village, generally because her daughter is promising, she is the top student in the college entrance examination, and she is a top famous university, and she can make money, but for the elderly, it is a good thing for children to have a good life, and children are particularly filial, but they have more face, and everyone will praise each other for being a blessed person.

Mom has always been arrogant, with a rough personality, and has never had a birthday since she was a child.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but think about his mother a little.

She went from university to Ph.D., and although she skipped a grade repeatedly, it was also a work of several years, and she rarely went back to see her mother, and even the number of phone calls was limited.

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